[attr="class","beck"]the barkeep returns, silently replaces their drinks. he doesn't have to slide one over this time. he raises his, lets it rest for a bit.

"i was looking forward to it."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]he feels something akin to warmth — it tempts him, calls to basic desires. he takes a sip, drowning.

"there's a lot to be taught."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]the glass lowers. he turns, meets amber eyes.

"obedience."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]silence lingers, practically envelops them, but he thrives in it. the corners of his lips tempt into a grin but it never forms — remnants of one, perhaps.

eventually, he turns away.

"offer's there if you want it, flint."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]"i imagine it might benefit you."

ice clinks against glass as he raises it. he doesn't drink just yet.

"to be told what to do. to listen."

he pauses, then tilts his head over.

"to submit."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]"does it matter?"

he shifts, inches closer, but remains mindful of his presence. he is dominating but he knows better than to cross the line.

"i'm here now."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

[attr="class","beck"]"isn't it obvious?"

the line blurs, and so he decides to test the waters. he continues, reaches a gentle hand over, and caresses her cheek with the back of his finger.

"why do you think i'm here?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint