Her smile grew at John’s words and she straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and catching his lips in a deep, hungry kiss. She pulled away, reaching to run her fingers through his hair. “Just you.”
"Anything you want."
"Ohh, that feels good."
Louise giggled quietly, stroking her oiled hands firmly down his back. “You should be careful, John. I have you at my mercy and you’re well within tickling reach.” She leaned down to his ear, pressing her bare chest purposefully against his back. “Patience is a virtue after all.”
For characters who haven’t met mine yet, or those looking for AU introductions, send me one:
- "Do you mind?"
- "Excuse me, I think you dropped something."
- "Do you have the time?"
- "Hey! I’m walking here!"
- "Can you spare a moment to talk about our lord and savior?"
- "Can I use your bathroom?"
- "Do you have a phone I could use?"
- "Hey! Oh, sorry… thought you were someone else."
- "Spare change?"
- "Do I… know you from somewhere?"
- "Are you lost?"
- "Are you my mummy?"
- "Quick, no time to explain! Run!"
- "Can I buy you a drink?"
- "Want to buy me a drink?"
- "Watch where you’re going!"
- "I’m lost."
"Oh, I think we agree," he teased sinking down onto the bar stool and motioning the bartender over without breaking eye contact with her. Barsad looked Louise over quickly, his eyes one downward slide from this being more than a precursory appraisal. What he could see of her was bruiseless—perfect. As always. And that pleased him enough that he could look away and order his drink. When the bartender was gone again, he folded his hands on the counter and looked over at her once more, meeting her eyes. "So, you’re alive."
Louise grinned, nudging him with her shoulder as he sat beside her before casting her glance in his direction, admiring features she had never given herself the opportunity to forget. She withdrew her gaze for long enough to order another scotch. She gave a quiet laugh at his statement, taking a sip of the liquor as she considered the most appropriate way to address her absence. Instead, she shrugged. “And so are you. Should we toast to making it through another year?” She paused before reaching out her free hand to his, twining her fingers through his. “I missed you, Barsad.”
The phone rang almost one times too many before Harvey managed to snatch it up, answering the call just before it was going to go to voicemail. He was half-dressed, a towel over his right shoulder and bits of shaving cream still covering patches of his jaw and chin - he’d made it about halfway through before the phone started ringing. Normally he would have just let it go to voicemail, but the tone was a familiar one, one he hadn’t heard for awhile - not since before he’d been tossed in Arkham, anyway. He pressed the phone to his ear and let out a sigh. “Lou?”
A sudden rush of nerves forced Louise to consider a swift end to the call but she resisted, certain it would go unanswered regardless. Her stomach flipped when she heard his voice, a smirk rising to her face by its own accord as she moved out to the balcony and traced her free hand over the railing. “Mister Dent… It’s been too long…” Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as her thoughts returned to the night they shared in that very apartment. “I’m in Gotham, and I heard you’re a free bird… You wouldn’t happen to, uh.. be interested in reliving some fond memories?”