Closed RP with rancidfantrolls: Not So Harmless Flirting
Laughter echoed throughout the parlour as Mazrik and Yuliya chatted on the sofa. She'd arrived early for a meeting with Gadrin. Or was he was running late? Maybe both. Either way, Mazrik was left to entertain the woman until his mate returned. Luckily, she was pleasant enough.
Pleasant. Yes, that was one word for her. Flirtatious was another. To a rather alarming degree. Especially after three glasses of wine, which she poured herself without really asking.
By the time Gadrin's heels were clicking along the entryway floor, Yuliya had both legs slung across Mazrik's lap, one arm draped over his shoulders, and the point of her nail pricked under his chin. This, of course, was accompanied by her incessant cooing, which Mazrik was quick to... endure. He'd seen much worse on the party circuit, and the old 'smile, nod, and play along' method had never failed him before. Surely it wouldn't start today.
"Possessing such beauty whilst working in the entertainment industry must be rather... trying at times." A feigned empathetic response from Mazrik in regards to her onslaught of complaints about work and subsequent insistence that he seemed 'different than other men.'
"Oh, it is," she replied, "but I can be a bit trying myself. Or so I've heard." The slight widening of her eyes. Biting at her lip. A feisty little moan-growl. "And it's always a pleasure."
Her hand slipped from his chin, down his neck, and rested a moment at the collar of his shirt. A finger quirking to dip inside just enough to tug. His own hand moving atop hers and holding it briefly. A much more cordial way to halt her progress than the smack he'd have preferred. But this was Yuliya Kerlew. Colleague of his matesprit. Sister of said matesprit's spade. And 'Aunt Yuli' to their beloved Grenda. Not the sort of company one should... smack. No matter how tempting.
When the clicking of heels stopped just a few meet away, Mazrik dropped Yuliya's hand with a start. Realizing how it might have looked. Flustered to straighten himself and extricate himself from her limbs.
"Hello, love," he addressed Gadrin without quite making eye contact. "Productive outing?"
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