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beauty-ismypower:

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“You have GOT to remind me to take off work one day and come liven that place up.” He didn’t have a real plan. He just….. would. Somehow.

“My day was….. practically the same. Besides the last client, most of the ones that came in just wanted something small and easy-ish to hide. And in between was just all clean up.” He answered honestly. Though he WAS toning it down a bit. Jack loved tattooing. Art on a human body, even a small bit of hange was pretty huge and very fun.

“Though, there was this ONE section of one the tattoo books that made me think of you the whole time.”

The waitress came back with their drinks and Jack’s instinctive thanking of her made his thought disappear.

“Any idea what you want to eat yet?”

Jack smiled. “Well I’ll jut start off with those ‘bottomless’ fries.” They were planning to be their all night anyway and he HAD to keep the man fed. He could nibble himself if need be but you know humans……

“Anything for you?” Jack asked. “I’m paying.” He mouthed but didn’t speak aloud. The night was to be his gift.

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Undertow chuckled, settling back in his chair. “Sounds like a plan.” At the mention of tattoos, he quirked a brow. “Oh? Which ones?” He’d thought of tattoos before, of course, but never with much serious consideration. With Jack as his friend, though, he was passing a golden opportunity, now that he thought on it.He shot a thankful smile at the waitress, his eyes flickering to the menu in front of him. “Burger,” he decided, adding on which condiments and toppings he wanted. It was always best to stick to the classics, and their burgers were fantastic. At Jack’s mouthing, he merely smiled and gave him a quick look that read as “we’ll argue about that later.”

[beauty-ismypower]

She unsurprisingly loved HIM being the one leaning on HER. As loving as the gesture was and how it should have made her feel big, it somehow made her feel tiny under his muscular-ish body. Small but not weak. She smiled as she pressd the intercom button.

“Bring the shirt juuuuuuusssst in case.” She kept the house at a cool temperature. Odds are him carrying it would be lik having a safety jacket. Better to have and not need than the vice versa.

Verona thanked them after the confirmation and then leaned back, letting them both fall with his arms still around her waist. She sighed out in ecstasy. Best morning ever by far.

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He smiled at her ordering the shirt, leaning down to press a soft kiss of appreciation to her lips. Breakfast, new silk pajamas, and a beautiful woman in his arms; he couldn’t think of a better way to begin a lazy day. Even if they ended up just staying here in the bed with his arms wrapped around her, he would still rank the day highly.

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Jack squinted at that charming smile. Was he flirting? Was he gonna have to kick him under the table? Oh god, Jack realized what was going on in the waitress’ head. Thank god he did so before kicking him or that would have only further her suspicions.

And after the confusion, Undertow still would have let the tablecloth play up the fictional romanticness in the air just because Jack likes lace. How kind. “No no, I’m fine like this, too.” He said with a smile, thanking him with his tone and eyes. 

The waitress nodded and muttered an apology to Undertow before walking off with their drink orders. Jack looked over at his friend, still at level 10 excitement.

“How was your day, Undertow?” He asked with genuine interest.

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Undertow smirked as the waitress apologised, glad to have gotten the message across.

“It was rather boring, honestly,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair. “It was spent cleaning and polishing and helping the usual customer, but nothing overly dramatic. Not bad, just... boring.” The whole week had been rather long, come to think of it. The past few days blurred in his memory, running together seamlessly. “How was yours?”

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Verona trailed a coldish-but-warming-up-slowly-but-surely hand up his bare chest lovingly. She was relieved at how he wasn’t questioning it. Although….. why wasn’t he? Trust? Lack of caring enough to be jealous? She prayed for the former as she kissed his cheek. “Always for you.” She said, just as lovingly.

She straddled his lap just for the purpose of leaning over a little to press the intercom button. “The red silk men’s bottoms, if you please.”

“Would you like the shirt with that?”

While she was about to say no, she knew the right thing was to ask Unertow first. She looked down at him motioning for him to answer and keeping her “god please say no” out of her eyes.

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It would be so easy to say yes, but he knew that look, and he was powerless to it. Besides, he had nothing to worry about, as she’d said before. He simply shook his head to tell her that no shirt was necessary before wrapping his arms around her waist once more. She really was warm, but he supposed that he was about to have pants on, so that would help when she inevitably pulled away again. Just a little bit, though.

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 The waitress looked at them adoringly…….. or with a sleepy smile, Jack couldn’t really tell which. “Are those pumpkin martinis still around or is that a seasonal thing?”

She made a face. “Seasonal but we have this one that tastes similar to it when we sprinkle cinnamon on it.” 

Jack grinned and nodded at the offer. “That sounds great.”

She wrote down the order then placed her pen behind her ear. “By the way would you like one of our lace tablecloths? We keep them for these…. special candlelit dinners.” 

The dead man was very much on board with the idea, lace/filigree being a pattern he grew to love. He looked over at Undertow the same way he had when he had him make his order with his eyes. He tried to keep his own answer out of it in case Undertow… didn’t like lace or thought it too much or something.

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“We’re good,” Undertow replied, flashing his most charming smile at the woman. He had carefully styled hair and was at a table for two with a lit candle and another man, so he could get where she had gotten the wrong impression.

However, he was already taken, and it was with that thought in mind that he pulled out his phone casually and clicked on the lock screen within her line of sight as he pretended to check the time. It was one of the selfies that Verona had taken with his phone, hoping that the girl would get the hint. He didn’t really mind what it looked like, personally. It was more the thought of Verona hearing about it in the long run in a twisted chain of gossip at her salon and getting the wrong idea that had him wanting to prove the assumption wrong. He couldn’t give her a reason to doubt him, especially before he plucked up the courage to tell her that he loved her.

“Unless you really want it,” he told Jack with a shrug. He wasn’t opposed to a tablecloth, after all it would just be covering the table. As long as the waitress understood that she was wrong and that she really shouldn’t pass judgement - good or bad - he was fine with whatever.

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He was so smooth. So damn smooth. And warm and beautiful and funny and hers and-

Verona pressed her lips to his and kissed deeply letting herself fall back. She had to gently push him off though before she let the moment sweep them up. “Put on your pants if you must….. Or I could have them bring up some silk pajama bottoms.”

She had -on her first day in this town- bought some just in case she ever got lucky to have an overnight visitor. She didn’t count on being THIS lucky. All of this, she was prepared to say in case he asked why she had men’s pajamas somewhere in this mansion. 

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Undertow frowned slightly at the loss of warmth when she removed herself. He honestly wouldn’t have minded his jeans, but the silk sounded nice and if she wanted to dote on him then who was he to stop her?

“Always prepared, aren’t you?” He teased, holding himself still to keep from pulling her back against him. That would have led to another kiss, which would have led to more, which would have inevitably led to the bath being further postponed.

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Undertow snorted, shaking his head. Fur he would consider. But painting his nails? He paused before replying, trying to imagine Verona’s reaction to him having painted nails. Or better yet, nails painted by someone other than her. It would be best not to argue with Jack, he decided, quickly typing another reply.

Text: Right.

Text: Sounds like a plan. See you then.

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Text: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!

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Hours later….

Text: I’’m on my way right now, my goodness I didn’t expect that one to take so long I’m so sorry. I’m almost there I promise.

He was about 10 maybe 15 minutes late. Craaaap. Darn late client. Darn huge tattoo the late client wanted.

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Five MORE minutes later.

Jack fumbled over to the table, slightly out of breath from having run. “Again, so sorry. BUT! I brought you something to make up for the wait… and thank you for your patience.”

He pulled out a candle in a glass jar with a label that identified it’s scent as some sort of beachy seaside or ocean-side misty breeze. He knew Undertow liked that kind of smell. 

And after all that was what people did right? It took Jack looking at his watch to get him NOT to bring flowers too, from that man selling them at the corner.

Jack had just lit the candle when the waitress came over, making her drinks offer. Jack, still smiling wide-eyedly, looked form her to his friend, urging him to order first.

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Undertow sat there, waiting patiently for his friend. He couldn’t really complain; customers had been known to take their sweet time in the past, and patience was one of the few virtues he had been given. Well, in select situations. If it had been something more pressing, he would have been the polar opposite, but he was willing to wait for his friend after a long week.

“Thanks,” he grinned at the jar, leaning forward just enough to take a whiff, inhaling deeply. His place was somewhat near the ocean, so opening the window in the living room was usually how he freshened up the place. The rest of the place, however, was rudely out of reach and the windows weren’t facing the right direction. Now he had a solution to make his home smell like, well, home.

He smiled politely at the waitress, ordering his first beer of the night before looking at Jack expectantly.

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Verona faked a smug chuckle. “So sure of that are we?” She asked with a neck roll.  She laughed with medium heaviness. “You’re not wrong.” She needlessly said.

She rolled onto her stomach and slithered back up his body. “Are you ALWAYS this warm in the morning or are my blankets just that thick?” She asked, her head and hair over one of his shoulders, again so she wouldn’t block him from eating….. and get crumbs in her hair because she MIGHT kill him for that.

Another lie. 

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“Only when I have someone to warm me up,” he smirked, pressing a kiss the juncture between her shoulder and neck. “The blankets are nice, though.”

He finished eating, grateful that she’d moved out of the way. “That was good,” Undertow sighed contentedly, placing his plate aside before wrapping his arms around her once more.

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Jack grinned and giggled in delight, doing a small sort of dance. Perfect week, honestly. 

Text: Our bar of course. Hunter’s Lodge after work. I should be done by 9 pm. Text: But then there’s some stuff back home I HAVE to show you. These black nail polishes, they’re like magic!!!  Text: Drinks first, of course…. I’m driving!! :DDD

He didn’t know how to say “plan to stay the night because you’re not dead like me so I refuse to let you drive with alcohol in your system” so he wouldn’t… he’d just let Undertow find that out on his own.

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Undertow snorted, shaking his head. Fur he would consider. But painting his nails? He paused before replying, trying to imagine Verona’s reaction to him having painted nails. Or better yet, nails painted by someone other than her. It would be best not to argue with Jack, he decided, quickly typing another reply.

Text: Right.

Text: Sounds like a plan. See you then.

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She loved this. She could do THIS all day and be totally fi- ugh, she sounded so sappy to herself. Bleh. But she did. 

“Mmmmmmm. YOU will….. MAYBE. Your shirt and my slippers are all I can be bothered with. Plus no one will see us but us…. maybe an occasional staff member.” She said, not even joking in the SLIGHTEST. 

Verona returned his smirk with her lips but her eyes definitely read ‘I’m dead serious’.

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Undertow rolled his eyes good-naturedly, unable to resist kissing the smirk off her lips. He knew she was right, they weren’t going anywhere but her property. But a sense of propriety prevented him from walking around in nothing but his underwear.

“I can’t rightly say that I’ll object to that sight,” he chuckled, beginning to pull away reluctantly. “The sooner we get out of bed, the sooner we come back.”

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Jack still had a huge smile on his face every now and then from the more positive memories of his “sleep” over with Elsa and Anna. The rest of that week had been great. Nice manicure from Verona (he didn’t realize how his nails had grown til he felt one beneath the other as he was holding the tattoo gun), pre-shoot tailors with Cruella and of course his almost daily visits to Personal Flurry. (And then back to Verona for a mattifying top-coat….. and the ‘no top coat needed’ matte black nail polish.)

All that just mad him realize, however, that he had barely seen Undertow all week if at all. What day was it? Friday. Goodness.

Text to Undertow: Alright I’ve had my (guy and) girl’s night out and a rather busy week. Up for a guys’ night tonight? :D [3 funny ghost face emojis to exude excitement and Jack’s spookiness and undeadness at the same time]

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Undertow was dusting at the counter, a small cluster of glass figurines gathered on either side of him, when his phone suddenly vibrated. The glass rattled softly, prompting him to answer it sooner rather than later. He smirked at the text, his mind already made up. He had been spending more time than not with Verona, his evenings usually involving some variation of her wearing his shirt one way or another. While he loved her - not that he was about to tell her that, of course; it was still too soon - a guys’ night would be a nice little variation. Besides, who was to say that he couldn’t go home to her still?

Text to Jack: Sounds great. Where/what time?

[beauty-ismypower]

She returned every kiss enthusiastically, adding a body roll to the lat peck, following his lips to deepen it. She licked her, lips tasting slight traces of orange juice and buttered toast. Delicious.

“Excellent choice, my love.”  She said, her tone laden with agreement. 

Verona rolled over a bit so her head was no resting on a thigh, her fingers idly drawing circles on the other. She silently thanked ever deity believed in ever for the gloriousness that was Undertow in underwear. (’Under’ puns not intended.)

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He hummed into the kiss, smiling into it. She truly was something else. Once she was lounging in his lap, his fingers found their way into her hair, long fingers caressing the dark strands gently. “You know in order to proceed with the tour we’ll actually have to get somewhat dressed,” Undertow teased, smirking down at her.

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Her heart fluttered at that. She’d kind of expected it to turn into a thing and was so glad it hadn’t. Hell, dash the joke to the wind. He gets a key. She smiled at his grunt, a bit selfishly happy about it. She maneuvevered around and put her head in his pa, looking up at him.

“Bath or tour first, love?” She asked, smiling up at him- in love with view of him as well. Mary Jane and Spiderman were onto something.

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“Hmm,” he sighed in contemplation, leaning down to kiss her with a smile. “Tour,” he murmured against her lips. “Then we can get back to this,” he said, punctuating each word with a tiny peck. Plus, he had a feeling that if they didn’t leave now, then they never would. Once they stepped into that tub, the thought of going to do anything else would seem trivial.

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“Oh, it definitely will. Hell, after I show you maybe I should give you a key. Let you just come in and run and play around in it.” 

Wouldn’t that be great? Come home and see him painting on an easel in the ballroom? Cooking in the kitchen? Reenacting that Tom Cruise dance scene in the halls? Cooking in the kitchen? Waiting for her in the tub?

Wait why is he always home in these fantasies? He has a job too. Right, he DOES finish earlier than her most days. Plus they were her fantasies and ‘anything goes’ in her head.

She scooted forward and curled her legs around him and downed the last of her water before setting it back down with a sultry arch of her back then returned to him, kissing him chastely on the cheek before laying back down, not wanting to block him from eating.

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When had they reached the phase where her offering him a key, even in passing, wasn’t as terrifying as television liked to make it sound? A slow smirk crossed his face at the thought. Coming home to her. That had a lovely ring to it.

“I’d like that,” he said softly, kissing her lightly.

This time, it was him who protested when she pulled away, even if it was so that he could eat. He made a soft grunt in objection, sighing as he began to eat once more. The sooner he ate, the sooner he’d get that tour.

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“Oh dear GOD, you’ve seen NOTHING!” She laughed til she felt thoe lips again. She made a silent bet with herself that he could probably use just those lips or maybe his teeth to unhook her bra if he wanted to.

The thought made her glare at her water, wondering if she drench herself in the frigid liquid. Blame the morning. She always woke up wanting him in every sense. 

“God I hope you can stand LOTS of walking.” She laughed. Though honestly, for herself he knew shed be wearing slippers as she gave him the tour. Just slippers and…….

She hated doing it but she begrudgingly slithered from under him, temporarily set down her drink and scooped up his shirt from the floor before slipping right into it.

Verona was back sitting against the headboard before she knew it. Long black hair tousled messily but still gorgeously to one side and in his shirt. She looked at him with wide “innocent” eyes as she drank her water. 

“You’ll get this back when I say so.” She promised, extending a leg forth to tuck a barely cold foot under his warm thigh.

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He let out a low groan at the sight of her wearing his shirt, appreciating the view before she was back next to him. He missed her warmth almost immediately, happily snaking an arm around her once she was settled.

“Keep it, it looks better on you anyways,” Undertow smirked, watching her foot beneath his leg, his eyes trailing further up her leg with appreciation. It was true; it left her bare from the hem down. What was it about a woman wearing a man’s shirt that made it attractive? He didn’t know, and in this moment he didn’t care as long as it was her in the shirt.

“As for walking, I think I’ll be able to make it. It’ll be worth my while, of that I’m certain,” he smirked.

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Oh god. How bad was it to find him going with it even hotter? Not bad at all, she decided. She smiled at his kiss, feeling more heat course through her. Which in turn reminded her of why she had them put so many ice cubes in the water. She took a drink before leaning up to kiss him back then turning to her stomach slowly, making sure he didn’t fall of her. Mainly just so he got a sexy view of her.

“And after the bath……… How much of this house HAVE you seen, love? There’s so much to show you.”

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“Only as much as you’ve shown me before now,” he chuckled, sipping at his juice. “Which is basically the main room, the kitchen, in here, and the toilets. No more, no less,” he smiled, kissing her once more.