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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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"Bliss, you say? Anything I can do to improve the perfection?" he offered.

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Titania abruptly rolled onto her side to face him. Only the slightest of distances, mere breaths of air, separated their bodies now and she met his eyes with an expression mixed of amusement, thoughtfulness, and warmth. "Tell me, Puck, my Mischief, my darling... How are you coping with this mortal land?"

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A shadow crossed his face. Whatever answer he gave, it would not diminish the daily suffering mortality gave him, each day creeping slowly toward the inevitable oblivion, another tiny piece of him dying. And yet, he returned her look with a smile.
"Sweet Lady, the wonders never cease. I thought I had learned so much of humans by watching them from the shadows century after century, and now walking among them I find a new discovery with each passing day," he said, "And I can't wait to see which new things the next day will bring. Things to see and smell and taste and touch and do. It is a wonderland, Lady."

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She let his answer lie between them for long moments and her expression remained prettily neutral. Her hand left the grass between them and moved to settle over his, twining their fingers together. Then she lifted one corner of her mouth in a quirky little smile, half sad and half understanding. "It's a good distraction, huh?" she murmured. "There's so much to do and see that you can fill up as many of the hours as you want to fill up."

Her smile widened. As if deciding that she had offered up quite enough sensitive maturity for the moment, Titania leaned forward to brush her lips over his. "Bet Mab'll just love keeping a spazzy, no-sleep Puck around the place."

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He gently, but deliberately stroked her cheek.
"And what of Lady Titania? How much would she love keeping a Puck around her place?"

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"A Puck is the best sort of ornament to any well-appointed bower," she replied promptly, flashes of the old her once again peeking through her practiced slang. She studied his face for a moment and then turned her own face into his touch. "A very, very nice thing indeed and something that would be a charming boon."

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"There are those who say that a Puck can be a dangerous, wicked creature,brethren to the Devil Himself. Undoing a day's work. Spoiling food. Giving frights in the night, and stealing kisses and worse in the dark. And that the price of capturing one and claiming it for one's own is beyond the capacity of mortals to understand how dear it can be," he murmured in an idle tone, but his eyes gleamed. "Do you believe such tales, Lady? Would you still desire one for your bower? Or are you made of sterner stuff, dancing along the line that separates bravery from foolhardiness?"

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Her laughter was pure music, long-buried magic still accessible even in her mortal form, and she made a graceful movement, propping her upper body on a braced elbow. From her new vantage point, she looked down at the reclined Puck and smiled. "Of course I'm made of sterner stuff, darling Puck," she murmured. "I'm royalty but, more importantly than that, I'm the edge of sunlight on the fresh morning dew, I'm not here or there or quite anywhere, and I'm me."

The smile grew into something wickedly smug and teasing. Titania reached out to press a dainty finger against his nose, then to his lips, before she leaned down to chase the touch with a fleeting kiss. "I'm Titania, my lovely Mischief, and I drew the thread through those lines ages ago."

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"And say you did manage to catch a Puck for your bower. Whatever would you do with one?" he asked.

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A deft shift brought her mouth to his ear and, in a low-purring voice, she whispered, "I would be most generous with my favors until you cried enough and then... Then you can kneel before me and pay court properly."

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"You would have a Puck on his knees, Lady? You had best hope for one that knew his way well in the dance of the Courts," he teased back, one of his hands drifting idly to her thigh.

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"Oh, I have one in mind. He's been well-versed in all aspects of courtly dance." She made no move to dislodge his hand but simply smiled back at him. "Nimble little bastard."

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"Nimble of foot and finger and tongue, I'd wager," he laughed.

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"Ah, ah, ah." Her smile was slow and curling, eyes hooded. "I know far better than to ever wager with Puck unless I have my odds nailed down completely."

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"Don't you feel that they are?" he asked in almost-convincing innocence. "Surely one might argue that you have the upper hand, Lady." Subtly, his hand shifted, moving up her thigh.

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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.

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

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"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.

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"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."

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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"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?"

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"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.

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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."