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Log; Complete

When; December 10th
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Mat

mrs_romany
Summary; Mat takes Lara to The Den to show of his luck.
Log; Mat arrived at the building location Lara had given him the other day. He had no idea who this woman was but he'd always had a weakness for them. Especially beautiful ones. Which was why he'd invited her to come with him to The Den.

Leaning against the wall, he noticed all of the mistletoe. He'd ended up kissing two people already just to get here. It wouldn't look good if he kissed Lara without knowing her a bit better or getting her permission.

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Lara's eyes flashed with hunger for a moment. "Well, maybe I want you under it with me."

Could this place be anymore convenient? She made to move toward the door, but never released her grip on his arm, and pulled him beneath the mistletoe with her. She pulled Mat's body against her and pressed her mouth to his before he could protest. She allowed her demon to lap slightly at his psyche before shoving it forcefully back into submission with promises of later. You can have more later. Cowed, her demon obeyed.

"You're delicious," she said, licking her lips and meeting his eyes with an intense gaze.

When she'd said she wanted him under it with her, he thought it had been a tease. But that kiss said otherwise. Light. And he thought he was good at kissing.

"You know what you want, don't you?" That got the mistletoe out of the way. What a kiss that went with it too. He almost felt like a boy needing to be taught how to do all of this again. Luckily, he was able to clear his head and Mat was back in control.

"This way." Over to the women's winter coat section. "Get what you want."

She flashed Mat an innocent smile, and she made it look naughty. Made all the more so by the flush to her cheeks that accompanied it. She made her way over to the coat racks, mentally noting there was no sign of Gucci or Chanel. What a destitute place this was.

"So," she said conversationally, without missing a beat. "Do you make it a point to buy girls things before you take them out?"

Mat laughed. "Yes, actually." And with all the money he had, he could afford to. Many times over. Crossing his arms, he watched her. He knew nothing about women's fashion. He'll leave that to her.

"Every time."

God save him, she pouted. "You mean, this isn't just for me?"

She kept leafing through the racks though, bored with all the mundane coats she found there. It wasn't until the fifth rack that she stopped suddenly when her hand fell on brown and gold paisley fabric. The corduroy felt like heaven beneath her fingertips and the eased the heavy, floor-length number off the rack in near-reverence.

Holding the coat up at arm's length, she smiled. Perfect. "Mat, would you mind?" She held the beautiful coat out to him, begging his gentlemanly assistance with a girlish blush and smile.

He tilted his head to the side as he looked at it. Between the pout, the blush, and the smile, he couldn't say no. This was impossible. Still, he didn't even look at the price. Mat just grinned and nodded.

"I don't mind at all." Going over to her, he took the coat and led her up front where he handed it over to the clerk to ring up. An indigo or two later, the coat was hers.

"There. That should keep you warm this winter."

She snuggled into the warm wool lining for a moment before taking his arm back again.

"Thank you, Mat. I love it. It's perfect."

Her smile was evident. She really did love the coat. It was unlike any she'd ever seen back home, and she hoped it would be able to return with her when she did.

"Now, where is this 'Den?'"

On their way out, he stopped them only long enough to get the kiss under the mistletoe in. This time, he initiated it. When that was done, he pointed to the building they were headed towards.

"It's not far."

Smiling at her, he led her that way. She was interesting company. He had to give her that.

"We should be there soon."

She laughed that wonderful laugh again. He's stealing kisses? Doesn't he think he's cute?

Her gaze followed in the direction he indicated. "Alright, then lead the way." She pulled her new coat closer about herself to ward off the cold. She actually liked this one. When was the last time that had happened? It didn't deserve thinking about. This was about food and money. She had to convince herself of that. If it turned into anything else, then she would have learned nothing...don't be a stupid girl, Lara.

"So," she said, both distracting herself and making conversation. "What do you like to to, besides gamble of course?"

"Not fighting a bloody war." And that was what he was doing back home. He frowned. He hated that he still thought about it every so often. But, he had to. His friends were all there while he was here.

He wasn't going to mention that he was a general though. Not when he didn't agree with that knowledge. Hated it even. No, he was just a humble gambler.

"That's what I like to do."

"A war?" Didn't that sound like home? Her family and their people had stayed out of it for the most part, but it was getting closer to their door.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"No need to apologize. It definitely isn't your fault." Thank the Light for small favors.

"It's something that has been going on for thousands of years."

"And it's a war you fight?" She snuggled closer into him. "Oh, you poor thing." Another pout.

He looked at her with mild confusion. Obviously, he wasn't used to that reaction. "I do. Rand, Perrin, and I got roped into it."

"War is never fun." Her eyes seemed haunted, but it never touched her face. "And what sort of war is it?"

"A war against the Dark One. One that could destroy everything." He studied her closely. He knew the look in her eyes. At home, he'd seen it before.

She nodded. "I understand that sort of war."

She'd never speak of it. She didn't even know if it was possible to draw him into the war, with him being from another world, but she'd never risk it. She wouldn't wish that on anyone.

"Do you not have any other hobbies, Mat?"

"I enjoy dancing. And being with friends. Laughing, talking. Being normal. Things I never get to do back home anymore."

They arrived at The Den and he paid the man at the door to let them in. Then he was releasing her so he could reach into his coat to pull out several knives. Another came from his book. One more from a sheath at his back. There were still several on him but those were the obvious ones.

He wrapped her arm around his again to lead her further in and over to the dice tables.

She smiled again, and this time it was sad. "I remember enjoying those things."

She watched with unabashed fascination as he disarmed himself. "Well, at least I know I was safe." Her voice had a teasing quality.

He grinned when the guards were out of reach. "You still are. I never give them all up." That said, he gave a pause then added. "You might be able to find those things here."

Still smiling, he swiped a pair of dice off one table and looked at the table host. He knew this man and he got a smile in return.

"Are you ready to see my luck in action?"

"As famous as your luck would seem to be, can I blow on them? I've always wanted to do that." Her smile was intoxicating.

He smiled and held the dice out for her. "I don't mind that at all."

She gave a sexy little smirk, then leaned over, brushing her lips across his fingers as she blew hot breath across the dice.

"I think that should suffice."

If he was a lesser man, that would make him shiver. Instead, his smile just grew as he gripped his composure as tightly as possible.

"It will." And then he tossed them onto the table. First roll. First win.

She smiled and leaned up against him.

"That was because of me." she said teasingly.

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