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puck,
titania

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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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"I'm not the one with the wayward hand, Mischief." Nonetheless, she made no move to stop him but continued to regard him with the curious little smile and relaxed posture.

"Would you prefer it somewhere else, Lady?" he asked, moving as if to draw his hand away, but his fingertips still lingered.

"Hm, I don't know. There are an awful lot of places..." Reaching down, she laced her fingers through his and drew his hand upwards again. Her skirt, however, remained in place, high on on her thigh, exactly where his touch had brought it. Eyes on his, she pressed kisses to each of his fingertips. "Are you enjoying the sunshine more, sweet Puck?" she whispered.

"The sun is pleasant, but its warmth pales compared to your delight, sweet Lady. Surely it worships you as much as any creature under its gaze," he replied, bringing her hand to his lips to ghost a kiss over it, "And I am sure they wish to serve as much as I do."

"Ah, watch that silver tongue of yours, Mischief." Inches between them disappeared as she leaned slowly closer and her smile was lost to his view as their noses brushed. "What if someone hears you talking like that? You'll turn my head and break a heart if not a limb."

Then, not allowing for any response, she pressed her lips against his in a chaste, slow kiss.

Puck returned the kiss, but it was the kiss of an already-kept man. Still, he smiled at her.

"Ah, a lady's kisses. Surely there exists no sweeter boon," he murmured.

She sensed the reserve, identified it for what it was, and filed it away for further contemplation.

None of this changed her soft expression as she drew back, though, and her smile lingered as she lifted her free hand to stroke the side of his face for a moment. "So what does our Puck want to do today?" she asked.

"Perhaps the better question is what doesn't he want to do today," he laughed. "As long as it doesn't involve me drudging against my better will, anything is sure to be a delight at your side, Lady. What does a lady usually do with her gentleman callers in the afternoon?"

"Whatever I want, of course." Her laughter joined his, light and musical and as delicately insubstantial as the warm sunbeams that touched them where they lay. Suddenly, she sat up, shifted, and he soon found her seated neatly atop him, straddling his lower thighs. She grinned down at him from her perch. Though the fact that she wore a skirt and her new position might have raised eyebrows, she had sat well enough back to keep anyone from calling the cops for indecency. For now, at least.

"But I always get my way and that's not what I asked, was it?" she challenged blithely.

He smirked back up at her.
"I want to do all the things Mab would never allow of me. What she doesn't know can't do any harm."

"That is still a very long list." A thoughtful look on her face, she let a hand move until she trailed fingertips over his lower lip and chin. "And I'm sure she'll miss you if I keep you for all of them so we'll do a condensed version, hmm?"

"Very well, Lady. Though I suspect I shall have to visit you many times to cover them all," he said, lightly kissing at the fingers against his lip.

"I won't complain about that. You're certainly never boring." Suddenly, she bent over him and her lips pressed a warm, chaste kiss to his forehead. Though this put her bosom directly in his face, she made no move to take things further but simply held position for a moment and then straightened. Next she rolled off him and offered a hand. "Adventures?" she giggled.

"To every adventure," he agreed, getting to his feet, his hand lingering casually in the one she'd offered.

When he didn't release her hand, Titania's smile grew more and she promptly cuddled into his side. She shook her hand from his. Then she snaked her arm around his waist and tucked her hand into one of his back pockets. Her head against his shoulder, she chuckled. "I'm so glad you decided to come and visit."

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," he promised, lightly brushing lips over her hair. "Now, what adventure would be nearest where we are now?"

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