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Characters: Puck and Titania
Date/Time: July 26th, 2013
Location: NYC
Rating: Probably PG. Maybe higher.
Warnings: None yet. Puck will surely think of something, though.
Summary: Newly-mortal Puck is reuniting with Titania.

Air travel wasn't that new to Puck. On occasion, he'd chosen to bear wings and fly. Airline travel, however, was a whole new thing to discover. And what wonders there were! Moving sidewalks! Bustling people! Mysterious machines that whirred and beeped and revealed secrets! And the flight itself, cutting through the air currents, rather than swooping and bobbing along with them.

Indeed, as he entered the new airport, Puck was so fascinated with all the sights and sounds and people that he very nearly forgot he was supposed to be looking for Titania.

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Luckily for him, the Seelie Queen had a somewhat better attention span and spotted him the moment he wandered into sight, looking decidedly caught between dazed and amused. Smiling to herself, she stepped behind a pillar and edged around it to peer out the other side. It was a strange deja vu moment, very nearly like the old days of hide and seek among stately trees. This time, though, it was all modern and steel and concrete and busy humans.

Titania waited a moment and then, using the crowd's noise, slipped from her hiding place and tiptoed up behind him. With a growing grin, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "And where is your tribute, Mischief?"

He smiled at that voice, and spun round into a sweeping bow. With a flourish, he pulled out out a small package wrapped in iridescent green paper and held it out to her. Inside she would find a delicate brooch with a few genuine forget-me-not blossoms eternally preserved under glass.
"I would never come to Court empty-handed, Lady," he said.

"You haven't forgotten." Her smile glowed with delight, making her ever more lovely as she delicately peeled back the layers of paper to find the treat. "And you still have excellent taste," she added. Neatly stashing the paper and bow in her purse, she pinned the brooch just off center on the scooping neckline of her pale blue, lightweight sweater. Then she leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Good Puck."

"Surely you doubted anything would have changed that greatly," he said with a grin. "I am eager to discover the delights to be found here. Where shall we start?"

"Well, I think that depends on you. Do you have any luggage that we have to pick up?" Unabashed, she ran her eyes over his form; by the quirk of her lips, it seemed that his mortal body found favor.

"Some. I expected you'd want to at least occasionally take me into public while I'm here. For some odd reason, humans tend to frown on public nudity," he quipped.

"Only because they have no concept of how lovely they are." She shrugged as if to dismiss the many neuroses and hang-ups of the human population. Then she reached out to slip her arm through his and dragged him towards baggage claim. "Nudity is no problem for me but, since I couldn't quite get rid of my roommate for another weekend, I have to ask that you keep your pants on in the apartment... Unless you're in my room. You have no idea how smirky she was after the last time I kicked her out."

"As you wish, Lady," Puck agreed, "I shall dress as you wish while you keep me in your bower."

"Oh, my." She touched her free hand to her chest in a mockery of maidenly shock. "That's not an offer a girl gets every day."

"Isn't it?" Puck was wearing his best innocent expression, but it was impossible to tell whether it was genuine or not. "How odd. One would think more people would be all too eager to please their gracious hostesses."

"People are rude as hell." She laughed and drew him to a halt at the baggage claim. "Now get your bag, Mischief, and we'll be back in the city before you know it so you can darken my doorstep. Just remember. Don't you dare go stealing midnight kisses from my roomie. Karen will wail for a month."

"My kisses aren't that bad. Why would she wail about it?" Puck asked with a mock-pout as he fetched his belongings.

"Because you'd break her heart and you know it. Trust me. She's a nightmare after break-ups. I've never seen a woman who tied her self image up so much with what others think of her. Or what men want from her."

Which was kind of hysterical coming from a woman wearing a short and flirty skirt that was drawing more than one interested and longing pair of male eyes to her shapely, bare legs.

"Me? Break a heart? But, Lady, I have never broken any such thing. Directly, anyway," he protested.

"Mmhmm. Just because you don't mean it doesn't mean it doesn't happen." That said, she looped her arm through his again and guided him towards the exit and the AirTrain. "I don't have a car that I regularly use," she explained. "We'll have to take the A train into Manhattan. Think you can stand a bit more of this technology stuff?"

"Only if you promise it will have as many delights as here," he said, winking at her.

"More. If you're lucky, you'll hear a someone arguing on their cell phone, get rubbed against by some skeevy jerk, and hear a half-decent subway band. Maybe the guy on the violin. He's my favorite." Even as she spoke, she made short work of getting them to the doors, charging Metro cards for both of them, and then herding him down through the turnstiles to the necessary train.

"These are common expectations of yours?" he guessed.

"Pretty much." She gave him another once-over and grinned broadly. "You aren't wearing a skirt, though, so you might not get groped."

Puck considered.
"Am I to consider that good or ill fortune, Lady?"

"Depends on how saucy you feel, I guess." She looked down the track, noted the train approaching, and gently pulled him back a step from the edge. Then she waited until they were aboard and settled on a bench in the back before continuing, "But I wouldn't give them a thrill if I were you. You're really kind of pretty in this form, you know."

"You... find me pretty, Lady?" he repeated, looking slightly confused by the idea.

"Of course." Laughter shone in her eyes but there was sincerity in how she held his hand. "Not as pretty as I am, of course, but that's just something you'll have to live with."

"Dear Lady, there are few in this world or beyond who could truly rival you in fairness," he assured her.

"Mmm, good answer." She rewarded him with a very faint, fleeting kiss on the cheek. "So, Mischief, what would you like to do while I have you in my grasp?"