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Characters: Mab, Bres, and guest starring Siobhan McKinley
Date/Time: November, 28th 2 pm
Location: Savannah, Georgia
Rating: R (thanks to Bres and Mab)
Warnings: A little bit of stealth sexuality and probably surprises as well
Summary: A friendly luncheon, arranged by Siobhan. Completely innocent.

The restaurant was a reservation only place, and of course there was a reservation. The tables were small, intimate affairs, with crisply ironed red table cloths, a small neat arrangement of roses in the center, and black napkins folded into perfect triangles on the gold trimmed china plates.

The ladies, of course, were behind schedule. Read: late. Mab was annoyed by it, and Siobhan was pretending to be blissfully ignorant of her daughter's distaste for the lack of punctuality. The two walked to the table, with Siobhan holding up nearly the entire conversation herself, which was mostly about some charming little dress shop, and how some things you just had to fly down South to find.

Siobhan was a vast contrast to her daughter. Her coloring was vibrantly blonde (Mab would tell anyone who commented on the short coif, that it was very expertly dyed), and her eyes a deep honey-brown. She was lovely, but it was rare that a stranger would pick out that Siobhan and Maeve were mother and daughter. Their only similar traits being their cheek bones and their fair skin.

So as they were lead to their little table by the hostess, Mab looked nonplussed, while Siobhan prattled on animatedly.

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Ah, and there it was. She wondered when he'd start this. She brought her tea to her lips, as casually as you please. "The past is hardly of consequence. I prefer to think of the future."

"Looking toward the future is all good, but one should be mindful of the past as well." The hand slides up further.

His fingers would feel the hem of her skirt, the fabric fine and soft. And she seemed utterly unmoved. "The past is academic. We learn from it, and move on."

And in the mean time, the waiter had returned and Siobhan had ordered without interrupting the two of them until now. "Christopher, Maeve, have you decided?"

"True enough," Bres conceded. His hand then slides between her legs, palming her skirt-covered sex. "Decided on what, Siobhan?" Bres asks casually.

"Your lunch," she replied evenly. "And you think the two of you have nothing to say to each other. Goodness." She made a gentle tsking sound and shook her head with good humor.

"Ah, I think I'll have a steak and a salad. What about you, Maeve?" He's starting to caress her now. Bres raises an eyebrow. "What would we have to say?"

Mab's breathing changed very very subtly, to slower deeper breaths as he touched her through her skirt, but it's the only visible sign that his touch is affecting. Oh it wasn't the only one, by any means, as her thighs parted slightly in invitation. But she ordered her meal, pasta with no meat, as cool as you please.

"Whatever indeed." And then a buzz came from her clutch. She produced her phone and her brows rose. "Excuse me, I have to take this." In an amazingly smooth motion, she dropped her free hand to her lap, brushed his hand off her and smoothed her skirt discreetly before rising from the table. She walked away from the table, talking brusquely into the phone. "...you speak with his lawyer?....and the terms are..."

Siobhan watched her daughter leave on a sigh. "The girl never seems to stop working these days."

He managed to keep his disappointment internal as Mab left.

"Yes, but you can't argue with her success."

"No. She really has turned her life around, all on her own." Siobhan paused, sipping her wine. When she set the glass back down, she turned a level gaze at him. "Christopher, are you sleeping with my daughter?"

To his credit, Bres did not spit his wine out in surprise. His face on the other hand was frozen in stiff shock. Mab said it often, he was a horrible liar.

"Yes," he admits, he turns almost expecting Mab to come out of nowhere and strike him. "We are not formally seeing one another, but..we've been together, yes."

She gave him credit for not trying to lie to her. A satisfied look came to her face and she nodded. "Good. That's what I thought."

Okay, THAT got an incredulous look out of him.

"Beg pardon?"

"Oh, come now, do you both think your mothers blind? You both vanish without a word, on the same day, for over a month and come back on the same day. And if that wasn't enough, her secretary told me she was humming at work. Humming." She stresses the word like it was the key to it all.

"That doesn't mean that-" Hold the phone now. "..Maeve..hummed?"

She nodded once. "Mo Ghile Maer apparently. Apt seeing as your little tryst was over."

She hummed THAT song? At first he was surprised, then it shifted to pride, and then to a sense of gratification. For the most part he kept this internal.

"I see," was all he could think to say.

"Then you see the significance of this. Maeve thinks I don't notice anything, but I knew every time she snuck off with boys -men- at parties and events. And I noticed that when she tried to sneak off with you, and you wouldn't go, she took it a lot harder than she let on. She started changing into the woman she is now that night, Christopher. I don't know what you said to her, but it had an impact."

"I told her that while I found her interesting, that a part of her seemed buried, lost. I told her that one day I'd very much like to meet that woman she hid inside."

"And I take you enjoy the woman she's revealed to you?" She doesn't give him even a moment to respond to that. "I do hope you continue to do so in any case. Whatever your arrangement is, Christopher, it's doing her a world of good."

And Bres will sit agog for a moment. Did Mab's mother just tell him to continue having sex with her daughter? Was he still in that damn hotel? "It is?"

"Of course!" She sounded surprised he didn't notice. "She's humming to herself at work. She agreed to come to Georgia with me to shop, and arranged lunch with you with almost no argument. Even if she did roll her eyes at the back of my head when she thought I couldn't see her. She's never this relaxed, Christopher."

He really had that much of an effect on Mab? Sexually was one thing, but to affect her in her everyday life? Oh yes, this definitely gave a boost to the old ego, but no reason to use all this at once.

"That..makes me happy," he admits honestly.

"Excellent, because no matter how she tries to mask it, it's making her happy too. And that's all I've ever wanted for her." She paused as the waiter arrived with the salad course, and continued. "Now, I do hope you'll do me the favor of not revealing your newfound insight until I can make myself scarce."

He made Mab happy..the thought brings him genuine happiness.

"Of course, Siobhan. I wouldn't want to witness a matricide right before my eyes."

Siobhan smiled, utterly unconcerned about the idea of being murdered by her daughter, even in jest. "You're a dear."

The click of heels proceeded Mab's return to the table. She made no explanation about what the call had been about, and resumed her seat. "I trust you kept each other sufficiently entertained." It was the closest thing to an apology for the absence that she was likely to give.