The creature before him reminded him of the Hydra from Greek mythology. Perhaps removing a Hydreigon's head would cause two more to sprout in its place? A thought he pondered but would never act upon. His Kommo-o seemed to admire the attention that the Hydreigon gave him. So much that it even seemed to walk with a certain swagger that showed such affections were returned. Maybe it was a dragon thing, because Gaultier didn't see much charm in the iron-clad dragon. It seemed more powerful than it was beautiful, but maybe that power is what caused the two dragons a certain attraction to one another.

"It's thoughtful that you opted to let them play together like this. I'm sure you already know that if we give into our team, they will gladly accept our orders."

A hum came from his lips as he looked upon the two dragons. They were beacons of power in themselves, and Gaultier couldn't help but admire that. He saw a bit of his own relationship with Esmee within the two. They were both powerful people on their own, but when they were together, it seemed they grew even stronger. Good alone, but better together, as they always say. Gaultier took the opportunity within the silence to take his lover's hand and place a chaste kiss against the back of it.

"Allons-nous les renvoyer, mon chouchou? (Shall we send them off, my dear?)"

It was more of a suggestion than a question because quite frankly, Gaultier didn't want to watch the display of the two dragons flirting with one another. And it really wasn't just the dragons, it was the idea of any of their pokemon flirting. (He'd noticed the playful side eye that his Drakloak gave to Esmee's Kadabra at times and simply chose to look away from it all.)

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@esmee

"qu'est-ce que vous insinuez exactement (what exactly are you insinuating)?" esmee wasn't put off by the suggestion, but she was also wanting to humor gaultier into openly voicing what he was about to say - were they about to send off their dragons to mate? here? in front of their salads? [break]
speaking of, esmee plucked a fork into the plastic container she had been shaking just moments before. this was her usual lunchtime and she had decided to spend it with gaultier and have their teams mingle. the only issue with all of this was that when trainers seemed to spend more time together, so did their respective pokemon; the more time together, the more certain attractions seemed to rise and thus they were there, on the verge of seeing a whole dragon drussy bust open their cloaca and pop out an egg.[break]
"perhaps it is for the best," the blonde sighed as she waved off her kadabra as if to say 'send them away'. the kadabra bowed his head and started to escort the dragons towards more ... clandestine premises where they could get to know each other better.
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"this is better. maintenant je t'ai pour moi tout seul (now i have you all to myself)." putting her salad aside, esmee leaned into gaultier - her body slinking and sloped in a flirtatious manner as she looked at him over her shoulder. "i feel as though any time we have is never enough. truthfully, ma moitié, you are so charming that it begs the question: why were you single when i found you?" it seemed a good time to play twenty questions while they polished off their lunches. after all, esmee genuinely was curious as opposed to entertaining her partner of the moment at a surface level. instead of waiting for oversharing, she bit down on gaultier first, practically begging to know more about her lover like a starving lovebird. "and don't tell me something like you were 'married to your work'. anyone would have been over the moon to have you with them, i think. you are nothing short of the most endowed partner."[break]
a pause. it was delicate and airy in nature, esmee's eyelashes almost cutting the silence with the batting of her eyelashes to simply blink and focus down on their now joined hands.[break]
"i have never known love before you. how are you so close to god but evaded man for so long?"[break]

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@gaultier

"Ah, but that was the case," he reasoned. "I certainly was married to my job. Relationships were simply flings that were overshadowed by work."

Hands quickly found their way to the blonde's shoulders as he worked against some of the knots from stress. Esmee just had the right touch to pluck his attention away from his own work. (Though the way she went about it wasn't exactly what he would call proper, but that was neither here nor there -- he did learn just how effective an aphrodisiac could be on someone so pent up, however.) Gaultier moved his hand to properly angle her head so he could place a few hungry kisses against the bare skin of her neck. While this time was meant for their meal, he had to admit he was the naughty man who wanted to have a taste of dessert first. And what a decadent treat it was.

"Perhaps God has finally caught up to me," he muttered against her soft jawline. "Et vas-tu rester avec moi? (And will you stay with me?)"

A simple question meant to test the bond of the relationship(?) the two of them shared. Given the time she spent with him and vice versa, he could only assume the two were exclusive, but such was never voiced openly. Perhaps business got the better of them in that sense and made them neglect their emotional and physical needs. (The latter was questionable given how eager that Gaultier was to grope at his lover. They often said that idle hands were the devil's workshop, but what would they call such a carnal display?) One hand trailed just beneath one of her breasts as the other trailed just along the outer thigh. He was treading in dangerous waters and he knew that much, but could it be helped? He'd found what he believed to be his perfect match.

"Perhaps it's only right for the both of us to have met. I often wonder if, perhaps, it was fate for two people just out of reach of ordinary man to become so intertwined."

It wasn't long until Gaultier leaned in to steal a bite of Esmee's food. This time was meant for their dragons to perform their own proverbial dragon dance, but Gaultier himself wished to bring attention to the own dance that he and his partner partook in. It wasn't long until it begged the question from the brunette.

"Esmee, what are we?"

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@esmee

"oui?"[break]
this was choked out, esmee easily losing her cool - albeit for a small moment. she had followed gaultier's bite marks closely, wanting to share every bit of his company and that had left her coughing up what she had just tried to enjoy. the question of what they were had her flustered, although she knew it was fair of him to ask. this was the time she would lie and say she was utterly and fully in love with him - to grab him by the back of his neck and kiss him fervently and passionately like something out of a movie and ensure him she would be by his side forever. [break]
that did not feel right, however. gaultier was no simple man, nor was he another one of her victims.[break]
"what are we indeed ..." the blonde thought out to herself, trailing off as she allowed her hands to wander along his frame as well. both hands found themselves into his back pockets, bidding his hips forward and against her own to close the space between themselves. one hand trailed up to his hair, admiring the soft carefully groomed strands and breathing in his cologne as she rested her head against his chest with all the closeness she allowed herself. "we are not man or woman," she continued in her train of thought, her ego tripping violently as she went on this tangent in a ways to consolidate in her mind exactly what she wanted to say to this question that she had feared would come sooner or later. to say she was fearful of commitment wasn't wrong, but it wasn't that she was polygamous - she had simply never had any real interest in anyone to the point of giving any piece of herself. vulnerability was a sign of weakness to her and she had been taken advantage of for showing any of it before, albeit in a professional sense. how she hated that she had any form of vulnerability still, but she looked upon gaultier and knew --[break]
he deserved everything from her, the world, and beyond. for a man so committed to his work, he had saved so many and would continue to help so many more. what had anyone ever done for him but been distractions of his ever-busy life? the sky seemed like a dismal backdrop for someone so radiant, promising, and captivating. [break]
"you're breathtaking." this was said softly, without thought. esmee, herself, didn't register she had gushed so openly, her eyes trailing behind her body's actions as they struggled to peel off of her company.[break]
"you well know i am no good for you, gaultier." a layer of honesty peeled back the abhorrent truth. she had no place next to him, but she did not care. "est-ce que cela vous excite ou vous effraie (does that excite you or scare you)?" her claws were out now, perched over the soft skin of his right cheek as if to rip his very jaw out if he didn't dare answer correctly. no answer would come, however, as she continued on to properly address the question. she owed him that much, and so much more - not only for the way she had gotten him to break character to come into her web, but also for all the time she had taken from him up to that point. "i feel like when i first met you, i had known you forever." her hand became gentle, holding his face the same way a jeweler admired the rarest diamond. even esmee's gaze softened, her usual feline gaze turning demure and almost shy. "i don't feel shame saying it openly: i have never cared for anyone." of course, this was true until recently and so she added it on softly, her expression turning into one that was sure of herself, gentle, and happy. "perhaps it was because i was too busy in love with the idea of you. it is unfair to admire the concept of someone, but i had no choice - i didn't have the name or figure to put to what i wanted, but then you appeared and filled in the gaps." her arms wrapped around him in a serpentine manner, squeezing him against her so they could breathe the same air. her eyes burned gently into gaultier's own, letting him know she wasn't being dishonest and wasn't going to let him run away if he was fearful. [break]
it was far too late for that.[break]
"you are no man, you are amour (love). anyone would be crazy about you and so fortunate to have you by their side as a friend, colleague, or otherwise. i am, unfortunately for you, greedy enough to keep you to myself." tracing a fingernail along his jaw, she smirked now - replenishing the hungry, dirty look oftentimes in her expression when it came to him. "exclusive? dating? together? all terms to mean the same thing. you are mine, gaultier favreau. as you are mine, you may call me your own. does that answer your question?"[break]

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@gaultier

As she spoke, he simply found himself captivated and hanging onto her every word. The way he stared upon her countenance, the way his breath hitched, the tightening of his muscles out of pure reflex as if ready to counter her if she dared to make any move out of the ordinary -- his body language spoke for him in lieu of words. Were they truly good for one another? Only time would tell. But in that moment of vulnerability between the both of them, there was one thing for sure: he felt pure exhileration. A hand came up to cup the one that sat upon his cheek and he turned his head to kiss her palm.

How serendipitous it was to know the two of them were caught in each other's clutches. Both metaphorically and literally. Fingers gripped around her hand a little tighter as Gaultier trailed kisses against her wrist. Teeth trailed against the soft flesh as he breathed in her own jasmine-laced scent. Although she didn't decorate her office with floral arrangements, she herself smelled of them. It made him admire flowers, the scent itself was Esmee alone. (There were other scents he preferred on her, in particular his own scent as she wore his shirt after they spent a romantic night together. Cedar and smoke suited her and drove him wild.)

"Je suis surexcité. Tu m'excites. (I'm excited. You excite me.)"

Caves weren't meant to be romantic, but anywhere was perfect when he was within her presence. While their dragons had the opportunity to play, it gave the trainers their own sense of quality time. Gaultier finally pulled away from the way he trailed his lips almost desperately against her fair skin. He wasn't satisfied just being with her, he needed to be a part of her. It was almost obscene how close knit they were. If they were any closer, they may have been mistaken for some mutated experiment gone wrong. Hands gripped tight enough to bruise as he pressed her hips down, flush against his own.

"Our dragons are having their own fun, why shouldn't we?"

Eyelids drooped just slightly in tandem with the way his voice dropped with the statement. He didn't expect an answer right then and there, he was a patient man. Rather, he wanted to emphasize just how much he wanted to entwine their fates forevermore.

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@esmee

"and if i say i want you right here and now?" [break]
it was true. the two of them were inseparable - attached at the hip. all too often they finished each other's statements, questions, and notions. it wasn't enough to simply be around gaultier, but to be in his ass both literally and figuratively. gaultier was the love of esmee's life and the only love she had ever known in her life; it wasn't hard to also assume he would be the only love she would ever come to know, either. for that reason and many others, she could never let him go. the two matched each other in every way - lascivious manner, mental needs, and emotional rigidness that came with moments of vulnerability only available to one another.[break]
"but that would be obvious, wouldn't it? je te veux toujours (i always want you)."[break]
with a demanding 'come', esmee tugged her love to the side - a full five finger discount applied to the shirt she readily took off of him, discarding it unceremoniously as her other hand explored around his waist and (for all intents and purposes of our kid-rated pokemon forum) claimed what was hers. (again for all intents and purposes, if she wasn't in love before she certainly would be in love all over again after all that occurred).[break]
cedar and smoke suited the two of them, soft hints of jasmine having invaded the very forest of smells they embodied. wearing gaultier as her primary form of clothing despite having already redressed herself, esmee gave loving kisses to her fellow kalosian and giggled like a fool in love. under her breath, she spoke gently while rubbing her nose against his own in the form of butterfly kisses.[break]
"i have already said it, gaultier. i love you. i think it's only fair to confirm it verbally: do you love me?"

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@gaultier