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When; January 20th, evening
Rating; PG for Anita's always charming mouth?
Characters; Anita, Reeve, Gren and Lestat
Summary; Dinner at Anita's.
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She might not be in the best of states, but when Anita says she's going to do something, she does it. That meant that she was dressed in her best jeans and busy in the kitchen since the apartment was freshly clean, thanks to the nervous energy she'd had all day.

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"Our banters are entertaining." He does have to admit that. They have been from the beginning. That job however...

"Do forgive me but that sounds like the dullest line of work I have ever heard of."

He smiles to show that while, yes he's serious, he doesn't really mean anything by it.

Under the table, he squeezes Lestat's hand. There's a reason he works in the front of the club instead of in the back. What he does isn't for everyone and he knows that, but it takes all types. The ob being described actually sounds like it suits Reeve's temperament.

"Niko seems like a good person." He doesn't know him very well, but then he didn't know Ishiah very well either. He only knows Ishiah left the music at the club to him, and that's a responsibility he takes seriously. "I'm sure he appreciates it. He doesn't strike me as the type to do that stuff himself."

But really, what does he know? He's just the musician.

"Oh, he pulls his fair share. More than." It's true, though, the ninja is an unusual choice for a bar owner.

He flashes a smirk at Lestat. "The world doesn't end if I forget to carry the decimal. It's refreshing, honestly."

A quick glance of dinner shows that those of them who are eating are finished. He squeezes Anita's hand again and gives her a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll clean up, love. You cooked."

"Nah. I got it. Thanks, though."

Before he can protest, she's up and gathering plates and such, nodding at Gren's glass to see if he'd like a bit more.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wonders what his hand is being squeezed for. The rest of his mind is busy focusing on the peck to the cheek and Anita picking up dishes. It won't be a version of a public display of affection but... "Why don't you both go? Gren and I can entertain ourselves while you two are occupied."

That should please Anita.

And it will give him a few moments alone with Gren.

He declines the offer of more wine; these days, he's pretty careful about how much he drinks and not even so much for his own sake as for Lestat's.

And then he makes the mistake of turning to look at Lestat and he gets a little bit lost in those fantastic eyes, almost leans forward to steal a kiss right off his lips. But he remembers where he is and shakes his head just a little, straightens up again.

"Or you could let us do the dishes for you. After all, you made and served such a delightful meal. It seems the least we could do." That might just be a thinly-veiled excuse to get Lestat alone with him... as if they don't have more than enough time for that sort of thing on a normal night.

He can't help it.

"I'll just steal the scrub brush from you before you can do any work," he told Anita, but, playing along with Lestat, he followed her into the kitchen.

Besides, he had a feeling those two were about to be all over each other again. Which is fine, but they deserve their privacy.

"And you still seem to think you're faster than I am."

After a quiet comment to both of the men, she pads off into the kitchem, Reeve close behind her. She glances back to smile at him then starts in on at least rinsing the dishes.

He's never done dishes in his entire life. So, he's quite grateful when Reeve and Anita disappear into the kitchen. Grinning, he's up and dragging Gren to the couch. He starts kissing him before they've finished sitting down. This is his lover and he finally has him all to himself.

He'll stop when he hears the other two leaving the kitchen. It won't be difficult. Both of their footsteps are memorized.

Pulling back, he can't keep the grin off his face. "Finally."

So that's what he was up to. There won't be any complaints.

"Hi." They can pretend it's the Saturday night he missed at work if Lestat wants; he's easy. "You're adorable, and I love you, and I think you'd better do that again."

(Did he mention he's easy?)

He'll just trust Lestat to stop when the time is right, because heaven knows only one of them has that super-sensitive hearing.

"It's not that I actually think that. Aren't I allowed to retain ridiculous fantasies?"

He slides his arms around her hips when she dumps the dishes, stealing that kiss he promised himself earlier.

Anita smiles into the kiss, pulling back after just a brief return. "You can harbor all the fantasies you want."

"Oh I'd better, hm?" He laughs and leans over Gren to seal their lips together again. The other two are still in the kitchen, enjoying themselves.

Good.

His lips move down to his favorite weak point of Gren's. That long, pale neck. "I'd ask what would happen if I didn't only I've already kissed you again."

"I didn't know you were so eager. Maybe I should have said you'd better take me home instead." There are some lines he won't cross -- especially when they're not at home or somewhere equally private -- and he's sure Lestat knows that. He won't deny him a thing because he doesn't work that way, but he does have a tiny sense of propriety. He might make him wait.

"Etiquette probably dictates we ought to at least try behaving while we're here. This is Anita's house, not ours."

But he's a sucker, and his eyes close and he melts into the kiss to his neck. Saying no just got a lot harder.

Smiles, resting their foreheads together and playing with a curl on the side of her face.

"Good. Now scoot and let me wash. It'll distract me from thinking about what's happening to your couch."

"Be glad your hearing isn't as good as mine. You'd be blushing right now."

She scoots a little out of his way, watching him take care of the dishes before she absently reaches down and flicks some suds at him.

So Anita is listening. How amusing. He'll have to give her a better show then. For her ears of course.

"If she had a problem with it, she'd tell me to stop." Nips slide up and down Gren's neck as he laughs softly. "Besides, I think she would rather watch. She does like things like this. Luckily for me, she will never get to see our secrets."

Let her chew on that one a little. "And as eager as I am, we are guests, are we not? It would be rude to just leave so I can seduce you all the way home."

He has things to say about that but he doesn't really want Anita or Reeve hearing, so he makes that silent communication sign. Lestat. What if I don't want her watching? What if I have a problem with that? I love you and I'll do anything for you, but I don't necessarily want to do it in front of other people. Just remember that.

It just feels so strange to him to be sitting here on someone else's sofa doing this. It might all be a big game to his partner, but he doesn't really want to make a game out of what they have.

Poor Gren. Reeve thought he had a pretty good handle on the other man, and while he's clearly devoted to Lestat, he might not be as comfortable pushing for shock value as the the vampire is. Hopefully Gren has the ability to stand up for himself - and hopefully Lestat will honor that. But it's not like he and Anita will be in the kitchen forever. His response to getting splashed with suds is to scoop up a large handful and daub then directly onto her nose. That task completed, he looks very proud of himself. "Should we give then a bit more time to canoodle, or are we ready for dessert?"

Dark eyes cross as she stares down her nose at the suds but a quick wrinkle of her nose and a twist of her head sends the soap flying away. She reaches up to wipe away and residual leftovers as she leans back against the counter.

"We can give them a little longer. Lestat's having fun... and more than likely listening to me. His hearing's better tham mine, after all. Isn't it, Lestat?"

He's in the middle of whispering to Gren that he has every intention of pulling back before anyone arrives. He's also very careful to make sure that only his lover hears. And then he hears Anita talking to him.

Before he can stop it, he bursts out laughing. Enough so that even Reeve could hear him.

"Alright, alright. I'll behave myself. You two can come out."

There was a time here in the City where he would have been far too restrained and shy to ever sit close to someone else in public. He's not that bad any more, but he's no exhibitionist like somebody he knows.

Thanks. By the time Lestat laughs and invites Anita and Reeve back in, there's nothing untoward going on. Yes, he's in love and yes, he's devoted to the relationship, but that doesn't mean he needs to let himself be used to make a point or to make himself or anyone else uncomfortable. He does kiss Lestat fondly on the cheek and his fingers play with his partner's hair: that's about as publicly intimate as he wants to be in this setting.

"I keep trying to get him to commit that to writing. That he'll behave himself. So far, it hasn't worked." It's just a tease and they all know it.

[He shakes his head when he hears Lestat laugh. Anita's hearing is frightening enough, he can's imagine someone whose hearing is better. Still, before they emerge, he catches Anita by the hand and tugs her in, wiping a last bit of soap from her upper lip. Then he leans in and kisses her slowly, enjoying their last few moments.] We'll be just a moment. [No need to shout. After all, Lestat can hear him just fine.]

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