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[Wanda answers the door dressed in a sheer black floor-length robe, richly embroidered in flowers and vines. It closes at the waist and just under her bust, giving Shaxx a very generous view of her cleavage. The embroidery might momentarily obscure that she's wearing practically nothing underneath, just further lacy black lingerie. An appetizer of sorts for 'second dessert.']

Shaxx. [She smiles brightly.] Come in.

[Her apartment is cozy. While the original furniture remains, there are blankets and pillows on the couch that aren't the standard and lots of little knickknacks and candles arranged throughout.]

[ Of course he's wearing his armor. He still doesn't have any other clothes, and even if he did, he's certainly not going around in the streets without his armor. ]

Wanda.

[ Having never really been on a date, as such, he'd consulted with his extensive memory of literature and maybe done a bit of searching on the network. Thus, he's come armed with Better Devils on his right leg, as usual, but in his left hand, he's got a bouquet of flowers that he picked up on the way over. He's unsure what kind they are, but it was a nice arrangement of red and orange and white. He offers those to her.

And once she's relieved him of the flowers, he starts divesting himself of his plate armor, at least. ]

[She understands the armor a little better now, but that still doesn't mean he's getting any hugs until the plates come off, especially in her current state of undress.

Luckily the flowers are there as a buffer - Wanda's eyes light up and she takes them from him with a grin.]

They're beautiful. Thank you. [She casts a quick glance around the apartment - surely there must be something here she can put them in.] I'll find something for them. Make yourself comfortable.

[She ends up having to pull some decorative flowers out of a vase but luckily the fresh ones fit okay. Once they're in water, Wanda circles back around to set them on the table as a centerpiece. Isn't that just perfect? And for the finishing touch, Wanda flicks her wrist at some of the (unscented, in case that would bother him) candles and lights them with her Ruby magic. Even better.

That done, Wanda saunters back to where Shaxx is.]

You look comfier. Want any help?

[ At this point, he's been efficiently stripping his armor off, stacking it neatly to one side. As she approaches, he's down to his boots and greaves, kneeling as he unstraps them. ]

Nearly done.

[ Greaves unstrapped, he pulls his boots off. As he rises back up to his feet, his hands come up to his helmet. The hesitation is small, but it's visible before he unlocks it and pulls it off. He offers her a wry smile; to him it feels a bit strange to be getting undressed in someone else's room. He's not fully undressed, of course; he's got the underarmor on, and his belt and holster.

Which does lead to a question. ]

Where do you want me to put my gun?

[ Not something to just leave at the door. Also probably not something she wants at her dinner table. The only reason he's even asking is because he trusts Wanda to be able to be on the alert for what he can't be without his radar. And Titania is looking out, as well. ]

[Wanda smiles and gently cups his face in her hands in a gesture that is quickly becoming a greeting of sorts. It's definitely taken on a deeper meaning now that she has a better understanding of what the helmet means to Shaxx and what it means for him to remove it in her presence.

She should have expected him to travel armed, too, but somehow the question catches her off-guard because she didn't prepare for this.]

--um. Your gun. [Reluctantly, she lets go of him and steps away to do a quick survey of the apartment. It's not like she has any weapons of her own to store, so there's not exactly a specific place for one. The dinner table is out, and the kitchen is super out, but it needs to be both accessible to Shaxx without being in her way. So no putting it in a drawer somewhere.]

You could put it on the coffee table if you want? I'm sorry, I don't have a place for weapons here.

[ That small gesture does make him smile. He leans down to touch his forehead against hers for a moment, one hand coming up to brush over her hair. ]

I could even hang my belt off a coat hook if that suits.

[ With the same efficient movements, he starts unbuckling his belts and unstrapping the holster.

Really, it's a statement of how relaxed he's gotten that the only gun he's carrying is Better Devils. His shotgun has been staying home, lately, safely stowed in his room. ]

Then where do you want me to sit?

[ He honestly has no idea how a 'date' like this is supposed to go. So he's just barreling ahead, as is his habit. ]

[These forehead touches get her every time. It's sweet.]

If you're comfortable. I know it's important to you.

[And his comfort is the most important thing to her right now. Tonight should be fun and relaxing for them both, and she's tried very hard to set everything up to be perfect.]

Well...the chicken has to simmer a few minutes longer. We can have a little time to ourselves.

[She grins. Look okay, there is one best seat in this apartment and Wanda is not at all ashamed to admit that it's Shaxx's lap.]

So is your comfort.

[ Though ideally, the two shouldn't be incompatible. He takes a quick glance around and ends up just using the coffee table. He carefully coils the belts, the holster on top of them, and sets it on one corner.

With that settled, he comes back over to Wanda to take her hand. It hasn't escaped his notice that she's dressed fairly differently than normal. She looks good either way, as far as he's concerned; obviously, the current clothes don't have any kind of armor properties.

He runs a finger lightly over the fabric along her side, just enough to feel her solid beneath the fabric. His hands are a bit rough; he can feel his skin catching on it just a bit. ]

Is this what you usually wear at home?

[Wanda squeezes his hand, unable to suppress a shiver as Shaxx runs a hand over her side. The fabric is an interesting experience, only the slightest of barriers between them. She can still feel the warmth of his hand.]

No. This is just for you.

[She rises onto her tip toes and kisses his cheek.]

Do you like it?

[ Just for him? His eyebrows go up slightly, at that. Somehow, the new experiences keep coming, in ways large and small. He rests his hand on her side, considering the feeling of it. ]

I don't think it'd fit me, so you'd better keep it.

[ He's smirking. Yes, he's teasing. ]

If looks good on you.

No. I think you're a little too tall for it. And your shoulders wouldn't fit.

[She grins, teasing right back, and lightly rests a hand over his.]

Maybe I will have to get more of these. But only if you like it off me just as much.

A shame, since flowers suit me. [ He manages to deliver that with a mostly straight face.

He leans down to rest his forehead against hers, lightly touching noses together. ]

The only way to know is to do.

[ He puts his arm around her, hand coming to rest on her backside. ]

I think you're doing all right like you are.

[She laughs, closing her eyes as he rests his forehead against hers. The paprikash won't wait forever, but for now this is nice. Wanda lets him feel her chaste pleasure from the forehead touch...and her very unchaste pleasure from his hand on her butt.]

You know, people usually wait until after dinner for their dessert.

[ He laughs, pulling her against him. ]

Yes, but I'm a barbarian that only eats instant noodles or skewers from a street vendor while I walk. Meals are a construct of civilization, and I'll have my dessert whenever I please.

[ But only, of course, if the dessert in this case wants to be had. ]

[The dessert wants to be absolutely devoured. But--]

You'll spoil your dinner. [In this case, possibly quite literally. The paprikash can't be left simmering indefinitely.]

But...you can have an appetizer, if you don't unwrap your dessert yet.

Don't underestimate my appetite.

[ He gives her a lazy smile that's half play.

The Tower might have forgotten that he's a Warlord, but he never has.

He bends down a little further to brush his lips against her neck. ]

I'll entertain your offer.

[Wanda sighs his name and tips her head back to allow him full access. Not to be outdone, she slides a hand into his hair.]

I'm sure your appetite is just fine. I'm more worried about the paprikash burning.

[ Like he knows how food works. Pfft. Though he at least knows Wanda well enough at this point to understand, Then let it burn is not something she'll go for.

So instead he nips her neck. He's pleased at her hand in his hair. ]

Don't start battles you're not planning to finish.

[As hot - no pun intended - as that would be, Shaxx is right. Wanda's not going to go for ruining perfectly good food, especially not when she's trying to showcase Sokovian cuisine.

But oh, letting Shaxx back her into a wall and have his way with her is a nice fantasy. He wins a soft moan for that nip.]

I'm planning to make sure that you finish at least once. [She lets him feel a taste of her desire, both for him and for his pleasure. Waiting is hard for her too, but she knows it'll be worth it.] But you have to be patient.

[ Later, then. He is certainly also a fan of backing her into a wall.

He snorts out a very undignified laugh against her neck at the pun. Ruins the image? Maybe. But a man can be both a warlord and a massive dork at the same time. He has the range. ]

Tease me and then tell me to be patient. I'd almost think Osiris has been giving you lessons in Titan-bothering.

[The fact that he can do both is just part of his charm, and although Wanda was able to say it with a straight face, she can't maintain the illusion of control for long after he starts laughing.

Because guess what? She is also a massive dork.]

Titan-bothering? Is that a Warlock sport?

[ Shaxx decides that rather than putting a kink in his back, he'll just pick her up and take her over to the nearest piece of furniture that will accommodate them both, where he sits down with her in his lap. ]

One of their longest-running traditions. It has all sorts of categories to it, such as the long-winded answer to a simple question that ends with "I don't know." Or the long pause followed by a concerned, "Hmmm," without an explanation. Or answering a question with another question that isn't actually related to the problem at hand.

And Osiris's specialty, of course, the unnecessarily vague statement given in rhyming couplets, because he's a prick.

[This arrangement is pretty great, actually. She has a view of the kitchen from here with which she can start casually levitating things around without having to leave Shaxx's embrace. And now she has access to start gently kissing along his jawline. It's a pretty good win all around.

Just don't mind the slow procession of food to the table behind you, Shaxx.]

I thought the poetry was just something that Guardians do. I don't really understand what you're saying either but I like the way you say it.

[ His initial appreciative murmur at her kisses becomes a disgruntled grumble when she mentions the poetry. ]

Not the way Osiris does. Though if I say something you don't understand, you should tell me.

[ Because unlike certain Warlocks he could name, he actually wants to be clear about what he's saying. ]

[Wanda twirls her finger in a lazy circle to stir the pot on the stove from afar. Why yes, she is absolutely delaying getting up as long as her powers will permit.]

I can get the meaning from your mind, but English isn't my first language and people don't talk like that anymore. But sometimes it doesn't matter. It's just...nice to listen to you.

[And she murmurs something in her native Sokovian before returning to those kisses - either praise of something flirty from her tone, but not even Titania can provide a translation. It's not a language that ever existed on his Earth.]

For Shaxx

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