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An Offer You Can't Refuse

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"Sorry, but I don’t have anywhere nicer," she mused, chuckling to herself, her own inside joke. She jutted her head back toward the bar. "This is as close to home as it gets." As sketchy as the place looked, she’d literally spent the night in the ally just a block from the bar….Not a conversation starter, but it was the truth.

"And you didn’t catch my name because I didn’t give it. I’m not stupid. Some guy comes up to me outside a bar in the middle of the night, claiming that he wants to ‘arm me’? Is that the first person you’d give your name too?” She smirked, arms crossed over her oversized leather jacket, faded darkwash jeans and red tanktop beneath. “Why don’t you start by telling me your name.”

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The comment about this being close to home... The old part of him, the altruistic, let-me-do-anything-to-please-you part of him melted.  He wanted nothing more than to take her back to the Range Rover and take her to get some new clothes and then take her back to the mansion he'd recently re-purchased and get her some food that wasn't soaked in grease.  Hell, he'd cook it for her if need be.  The new part, made of tinder and desperation and chemicals tucked under his skin didn't melt; it caught flame.

It wasn't that her words didn't make sense.  Far from it.  They made too much; he wondered, for a moment, if he weren't rushing things... Pushing this girl too far, too fast.  Slow hadn't been his style, not for a good damned long time.  As he looked down at her - not down on her, not at all, just at her - the blue in his eyes seemed to retreat, pupils overtaking irises and a slight amber hue glowing within as he took in her appearance.  The dark hair, the gorgeous face.  The glowing intelligence and dangerous nature.  His old friend; desperation.  It didn't even occur to lie.

"No.  You've got a good point; I wouldn't.  My name's Aldrich Killian.  Lead the way; wherever you'd like to go is fine by me."

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"Well, it might be tied with sex," he admitted with a shrug, a sly little smirk spreading over his face. Those eyes watched Aldrich carefully, memorizing his movements, the way he smiled, how he spoke, everything, until Loki suddenly reached out to again take his hand, squeezing it softly, an affectionate gesture. "Should I chance into fancier clothing? I don’t want to be under dressed." One quick glance to his outfit—which wasn’t terribly under dressed, just a button-up and black jeans—and he suddenly felt self-conscious of it, especially when compared to how Aldrich was dressed. He wasn’t one to care about what others thought of him, but it’d kill him if he embarrassed Aldrich in public simply because of his choice of clothing.

"I’m not the greatest dancer in the Nine," he admitted sheepishly, pulling his eyes from his clothing to return them to Aldrich. "But I would not mind, so long as it’s okay if I occasionally step on your foot by accident." The thought of dancing with Aldrich, in a public place no less, was endearing and it made butterflies race around in his stomach. Most people who would have asked such a question would’ve received a resounding no in response, but not Aldrich. Not him.

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"Mm, only if you'll let me watch," he murmured by way of response to Loki's inquiry about clothes.  The god had... Loosened Aldrich's sensibilities, for lack of a better word, in the department of attire.  Whereas before the blond had stressed himself about cufflinks and ties and all a manner of other clothes for various situations - and undoubtedly, anything was better than tee-shirts, aviator coke-bottle glasses and corduroy jackets - Loki had shown him the value in dressing down. Dressing up, too, undoubtedly.  "We can go to any club you want, afterwards.  You've got me beat, I can almost guarantee it."

Taking Loki out, or really the idea of it at this point, was already getting him giddy.  There was a kind of pride to the idea but it went far deeper than that.  It wasn't much in Aldrich's make-up to call someone his own; he'd put business first for so damned long he'd forgotten what it was like.  "I'm- I'm really- It's immensely exciting that you're accompanying me like this. Thank you."  Until then he'd been holding the god's gaze fairly well but he found himself returning to old habits,glancing away with a burn in his cheeks that had nothing to do with the virus.

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An Offer You Can't Refuse

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She blinked, confused and convinced for a moment that she’d missed something, too tired or maybe even tipsy though her blood alcohol level had to be well under drunk. She could hold her liqour. No, this guy was strange. She watched with wide eyes as the cigarette practically reignited and he took a drag. No. ‘Still embers,’ she insisted. Still….

"…..I guess I could go for another drink," she murmured, her voice smooth and soft, trying to hide the unmistakable curiosity in her voice. Yes, he’d caught her attention, something not many could claim. She stepped forward so she stood easily within arms reach, narrowing her gaze. "But just know that I could be completely naked and never be unarmed. So if this is some kind of game, I suggest you pick another player." She took a moment to eye him, making sure her point had hit home. "….What kind of proposition?"

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Watching the reaction his creation caused was beautiful and he couldn't help smiling around the filter.  The taste in his mouth was disgusting but the theater had been worth it.  As she stepped toward him he extended a hand graciously, as though welcoming her into his arms.  It was subtle, to the point.  Her next sentence widened his smile into a grin.

"I don't play games.  Never got the knack of them.  I'm in the business of arming people.  Would you like to talk here, or somewhere a little nicer?"  He had no interest in a dive; in his experience they were more trouble than they were worth.  Savin's little friend... Taggart?  Taggart.  He'd met with Taggart in a dive, and hadn't been able to get the reek of cigar smoke and sadness out of the shirt he'd worn, since.  If it made the girl feel more secure, who was he to judge?  "I don't think I ever caught your name, either.  What do you like to be called?"

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It wasn’t just his inner thigh being touched, either, that sent shivers down his spine. Oh no. It was that heat, that spark of fire that could be felt even through his clothing, that made it all the more arousing. And with that second touch, the chuckle from Aldrich—because he knew Loki liked it, knew that it was torturous, that it made him want to do very bad, very naughty things to him—it took all of the God’s might not to press as close to him as possible and beg for early birthday sex.

But he calmed himself, managed to refrain from listening to his inner urges and remain as cool as possible. It was difficult, but not impossible. When Loki straightened, clearing his throat, the blush that had spread over his cheeks had mostly vanished (though not entirely), and his pants were no less tighter than they had been, but thankfully were not uncomfortably tight. “A week is perfect. Hell, I could stay for longer,” he began. The thought of an apartment all to themselves, with a study and a kitchen, all located within a country with new foods to try, new places to see, and this with Aldrich beside him. It was one thing to visit a beautiful place alone but something else entirely to visit it with someone you truly care for. “It sounds perfect. I like home cooked meals more than anything in this world, I think. Plus, you always make good food.” Which was the truth. Aldrich’s food was wonderful.

There was something so… domesticated about all of this. Not that Loki had a problem with that at all.

"When do we leave?"

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"Mm, better than anything?"  There was a soft crackle as he let the excess heat off, just through the tips of his fingers as not to singe his cuffs.  It was so appealing, seeing Loki squirm for once instead of him.  Damned appealing.  Instead of pressing the matter further, though, he just smiled.

"After dinner.  We should get going soon... There're reservations, though I'm sure they'll hold the table if we wanted.  Would you like to go dancing afterward?"  How to celebrate a birthday with a seemingly ageless man who preferred not to celebrate it?  For a long time now Aldrich had entertained the ever-appealing thought of showing off Loki in public... Now that he'd asked him out, would he have that chance?  It didn't seen unreasonable, did it?  And besides, with all that grace and height there was no doubt in the scientist's mind that he'd be a good dancer.

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It was touching how Aldrich had been planning this. Loki imagined him, sitting at his desk, planning a trip for the two of them without knowing if the God would agree to it or not—of course he would—all while he was supposed to be doing work. Imagining him planning this in the early morning when he was getting ready for another day. Just the fact he and this trip had been on Aldrich’s mind was enough to get him all giddy, the grin on his face all too big and all too bright, like that of a school child. “Belgium sounds perfect.” And it was. Then again, Loki didn’t particularly care where they went. He trusted Aldrich’s judgement on a suitable country, one that suited both their needs and possessed things they both would like. He was already excited at the thought of being able to spend quality alone time with Aldrich in a beautiful place without having to worry about reality.

That touch to his inner thigh—admittedly, a sensitive area—was enough to make his breath briefly catch in his throat. For once, it was Loki attempting to regulate, though for entirely different reasons, and while it was difficult, he managed to swallow thickly and resume speaking as if he hadn’t just been mildly turned on. “Yes,” he whispered. “I can leave whenever. Keir will know where I’m at if he needs me for anything.” And Keir could get there just as easily. “How long will we stay there?”

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It didn't escape his notice, the little way Loki's breath caught in his throat.  He chuckled and watched keenly, sparks of orange from behind his pupils, small veins of fire tracing down his neck along the same path his blood took.  That whisper, too...Torturous.  As the god assured him, Aldrich reined it in, smiling and nodding.  Before he slipped his hand away he let a sharper, harsher spike of heat flash over Loki's skin, then pulled away to stand.

"About a week, I'd say.  If that works alright for you."  Pause, glance back at his - at Loki, with a small and sheepish smile.  Tamp down the heat that was creeping up on him ever since he'd begun to tease.  "I actually have reservations on this apartment, it's gorgeous.  More like your place than mine.  Nice study, for you, in case you needed to run things from there... Full kitchen, for me, so I can cook you breakfast.  If you want."

He could believe that this was actually happening; this getaway he'd been planning.  The reservations he'd made would be put to use, Loki would be right there beside him...  It'd be beautiful, just as Aldrich had imagined it would be.

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An Offer You Can't Refuse

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Her jaw tensed and relaxed as she watched and considered the offer. There was something familiar about him, like she’d seen him before but only in passing. A glance on the streets? No, she wouldn’t have paid any mind to him then, not without distinguishing features….Aside from being mildly attractive. (Denial) No, she had definitely seen him more than….Was he following her?

"I’ve already had a drink," she she told him sternly as she flicked away the last half of her cigarette. She was trying to quit. "And I hate to tell you I’m not in that business anymore. But I know a couple girls, I could give you their numbers if you want. You can….proposition them.”

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It came easily to him to reach out and grab the cigarette she flicked away.  Despite his crimes against humanity from a certain perspective, catching it was both a display of how quick he could be and a nice way to grab her attention, not to mention he wouldn't feel the need to pick it up later.

A year ago he would have balked, blushed, stuttered denials at her allusion.  Now, this kind of dance came easy.  Aldrich's smile turned from polite to lazy, and he let his eyes rake quickly over her, taking in the curve of her lips and the fit, sharp lines of her body.  When was the last time you ate well? Despite the concerned thought, his words came in that same easy, lazy kind of tone as his stare.  "I don't pay people for that."  Not even gorgeous ones.

Exactly what sort of beast was she, he wondered. The cruel kind?  The quick kind?  She reminded him of someone he'd known growing up, a sharp little girl with a bully of an older brother she'd looked up to.  Aspired to become.  If she was that kind of girl, he could think of a quick way to get her attention.  Flipping the cigarette around, he let the virus flow to his fingertips, concentrating the heat to a fine, small point, and tucked the already-crushed filter between his own lips.  Smoking wasn't his style, but it was the image of the thing.  As the cherry re-ignited against his Extremis-tainted fingertips, Aldrich took a drag.  "I have another kind of proposition for you."

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That stupid grin never once seemed to fade during the entirety of their conversation, situating itself on Loki’s face as if it were taking up residence. It was difficult not to smile when around Aldrich. His presence just exuded a façade that made a normally so intimidating God a giddy little mess. “Averse? No such thing,” he purred, leaning closer, closer, closer until their lips were mere inches away, his free hand idly trailing up the other’s torso. “I would love all of that. But, ah, where exactly would we go?”

France? Italy? Those were the stereotypical countries of romance, right? Not that he had qualms with visiting either of them or really any country. Was Aldrich even able to take the time off to go on a vacation? Now, that was the real question. Loki didn’t have troubles at all finding the time to escape and, besides, whatever work he needed to do could be taken with. Aldrich’s corporation may not have been a miniature department that required him at its every beck and call, but Loki didn’t know enough about the insides to know for a fact if it would run on its own, if it could run on its own. “Are you able to take the time off?”

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Switzerland had been his first thought, when he'd been thinking about this trip,  Between the chocolate and the snow, Loki should have loved the place.  There were memories there that Aldrich wasn't willing to burden him with, though, and he smiled as he offered the alternative he'd come up with.  "Belgium.  I, ah.  Jumped the gun a little bit.  I've been planning this."  His thoughts had been so level, just a moment ago when he'd reigned himself in, but now the god's cool, fine-boned hands were touching his stomach, that inviting and pale mouth so close to his own...

For a second he thought he hadn't caught the second question and almost asked him to repeat it.  Stop.  Think.  Time off, right.  "Yeah, it's no big thing for me... Toss the keys to Savin, make sure no one lets Trevor burn down the place.  Are you able to just... Come away with me? It won't cause any issues for you, will it?"  His own hands were less graceful than the god-king's, but he slipped one hand over to lightly stroke the inside of Loki's thigh nonetheless.

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Hey! PSA!

||I should make this known, haha.

I have two and a half jobs for a total of about 70+ hours per week, not including writing my book.  If I vanish/am slow/appear to have died, I'm probably just swamped.  Sorry for any alarms that I've raised.

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An Offer You Can't Refuse

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Kyra was on her own, something she was familiar with and quite honestly, the way she preferred it. Noone wanted to share a life like hers, living from day to day between meals and shelters, and who could blame them? She certainly wasn’t upset by the fact. When she’d first run away at sixteen, she’d turned to the obvious, begging; then more desperate measures, going home with any man willing to pay until she decided she’d had enough of that as well. She had a small stash of emergency money for food, but it was easy enough to steal what she needed most of the time. And generally, people left her alone.

Which made it weird that this man, so sharply dressed and well groomed, was walking straight toward her, standing with a cigarette between her lips just outside one of her favorite scores. (It was always easier to steal from drunk men, so she found herself at more bars than anything.) Kyra lifted a brow and eyed the man, hoping he would just walk past her, but when he stopped, she sighed and forced one of the most blatantly fake smiles she could muster. “Can I help you?”

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The cigarette didn't look like a good fit, oddly, in the woman's mouth.  From here he could smell it, something menthol but it didn't look like the brand his father had smoked... Aldrich didn't care for cigarettes well enough to care about them, though, and he let it slip from his mind lest it ruin his collected state.  On the surface he looked calm, cool, sharp... Did she even recognize him, from when he'd first passed her a year before?  If he could remember, and Extremis made it nearly impossible not to, he'd had longer hair and a limp when he'd first passed her by.  Interesting.

Her smile was no better a fit than the cigarette, he mused, and it was with veiled consternation that he answered her.  "I think you can, actually.  If it's not too much to ask, could I buy you something to drink and present you a proposition."  

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Aldrich’s stumbling never failed to make him smile, and not because it was amusing. Oh, far from it. It was adorable, it was a quirk that Loki had grown fond of, just proof that even this immaculately dressed, poised, intelligent man had aspects to him that made him imperfect. In formal settings, Loki couldn’t recall ever hearing that stutter despite how professional and “uptight” the setting was and that just made it all the better, made him feel special because that stutter only came out when they were alone together. As if it was just for him and no one else.

"Just for one night?" While the smile remained plastered to his face, there was a look of disappointment in his eyes. Perhaps he wanted more than just one night. More than just two nights. More than all the nights. Squeezing the hand in his own, he nodded softly and allowed that smile to widen into a grin. “I would love to come to dinner with you as more than just a friend.”

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His heart was pounding but a cautious smile spread across his face.  Don't get cocky, he reminded himself, but he couldn't help it.  "And how about... For longer than that?"  Pause, breathe.  Regulate.  Push down the pulse and relax a little bit.  "What if I wanted to take you somewhere, ah.  For a while?  For more than just dinner?"  Pause, again.  Think it through.  "I mean, if you aren't averse, of course.  Nothing you'd be uncomfortable with."

Stagnation did nothing good for anyone, and though it had taken a long time to get her, AIM and all of its subsidiaries were doing well enough he was (relatively) certain he would be able to leave well enough alone for a week or so.  It felt good, to know what had started in his dorm room in college had grown enough to be self-sustaining.

Relaxation would do him good, and Loki seemed more than a little stressed.  Whether that was about his birthday (ridiculous, if that was it) or something else, Aldrich wanted to see the man he cared for relaxing, too.

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An Offer You Can't Refuse

His whole life through, Aldrich Killian had found it easier to research people before meeting them. To get to know their nuances, their idiosyncrasies and preferences and the beautiful details of their existence. For the most part, it had done him well; despite certain social inadequacies, it had enabled him to better speak to people, to persuade most of them and to get them on his side. That, he reflected, was the driving force behind his latest side project. It had been nebulous, in the beginning. A fascination without name. There was a girl here in Miami that he'd seen on his way to a meeting once. She'd stared at him from the mouth of an alley, all dark hair and bright eyes and intensity. Normally he'd have passed her by without a word, without even noticing her... But there was something so arresting about the way she'd watched him.

Going into his meeting he'd found himself thinking about her in an abstract way. Sondering, he thought, was the word - wondering what her story was, realizing that she was a person with a life and a story. Recent shifts in power made him want to exercise more of the same - so much had changed, this past year; he no longer needed his cane, his speech came free, quick and easy. In the garage there were four cars belonging to his one-time small business, and one was his personal vehicle.

Resting in his arm chair in the recently re-purchased manor he'd grown up in, he savored the feeling of vodka on the rocks burning the back of his throat. With caution he raised the temperature in his hand until the remaining ice in the glass hissed and steamed. It'd been a dull kind of night, and he found himself thinking more about his side project... About the girl.

Why not? Why not talk to the girl, who he'd had Savin and Savin's idiot friend Taggart keeping an eye on? What was the point in power if he didn't use it? If Maya had had her way they'd never have recruited anyone, much less some girl from the street...But what was behind those eyes? Other than strength, as he'd learned. Savin (if not Taggart) had reported to him regularly some of the lengths she was taking to survive, and Aldrich had to admit he was impressed. As the last of the ice in his empty glass sublimated, made the final decision to move on her. Tonight. After all, what was the point in coming to someone's aid if not the help them out of the cold?

There was a special kind of charm to sitting in the back of an expensive, armored SUV while someone else drove it. Anticipation of their arrival heightened it, drew it to a point... And then the doubt began to creep in. After all, under the layer of Armani and Cool Water, that underlying feeling of doubt and dejection had never really left. What if she rejects the offer? Pause. Breathe. Regulate. What if she laughs in my face? He nearly told Savin to turn the car around, to jet back to his domain - his mansion of toys and sets and actors and soldiers, where his word was law and to everyone but Maya, he was god. Maybe sensing disquiet in his silence, Aldrich's right hand man snapped his gum annoyingly and caught his eye in the mirror. "You doin' alright back there?"

Aldrich nodded. "We're about a block away, is that right?" Savin acknowledged him in the mirror before glancing back to the road. Rolling down the window to take a look, the scientist nodded to himself. "Drop me off here. I'm going to walk the rest of the way." He obliged. In the quiet Florida night, Aldrich approached the girl (she hadn't been hard to find) with his head up and a smile on his face.

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"Glad you like it.  So, is telling you happy birthday for this occasion out of the question, too, or...?"

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