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[It isn't something that has ever really come easily to Red Wine. With his long life and the short ones of the humans around him, his only other options had really been Food Souls and...

Well, it was complicated. His feelings for a certain one of them were still complicated, but... he'd also realised that in these kinds of places, such a chaotic influence isn't something that he needs. He and Steak make good partners in battle and in many other ways, but as a relationship? No. They were like oil and water set aflame - no good for each other.

What he and Bailey have feels right.]

Mm. So do I. [Red Wine smiles, letting his fingers link loosely against the base of their spine.]

I don't think I know anyone else quite like you.

[It all feels a bit too good to be true, sometimes, but... Bailey is tired of second guessing whether they deserve something like this. It's not a matter of deserving anyways, they know, and they just... Have to accept that they can be happy. That someone can love them.

So they smile back, leaning in to kiss Red softly.]

I doubt you would.

[They can at least own up to being one of a kind. They settle back into his lap, pressing their lips together for a moment.]

...Once we get enough money to get out of this place, do you want to get a place together?

[He tips his chin up slightly against the kiss and smiles into it, then looks up at them with clear admiration as they settle back on his lap.

The question is one that's easily answered.]

I wouldn't have it any other way.

[And then, because he's in an excellent position to be able to do so, he gets a better hold on Bailey and flips them expertly over so they are lying on the bed beside him, with him leaning over their chest.]

But are you sure you can deal with being around me all the time?

[They can't even bask in being pleased by that answer before they're being flipped over. They squawk, feeling awfully undignified, before they raise a hand to thump Red's shoulder.

They are trying very, very hard not to be flustered by this position and to not get any ideas.]

I think I could manage the temptation.

[...]

But could you?

[Despite the position, Red Wine doesn't make any moves to push it further than Bailey is comfortable with. Consent is a very attractive thing, after all, and the walls here are terribly thin.]

Hm, good question.

[He presses a kiss under their jaw line, just once, then smiles down at them.]

But I don't think it's going to be a problem.

[The walls are too thin, in Bailey's opinion, but once they get their own place...]

Oh, you don't?

[They smile back, reaching up to brush their fingers over his cheek.]

I guess we'll see if it is or not.

[Far too thin. Red Wine may be an exhibitionist in several respects but not in that one, though he hasn't objected to the need to muffle certain sounds to avoid disturbing any neighbours. It would be nice to not have to, however.]

We'll see? That, my cherry, sounds like a threat. Or a challenge.

[He grins a sharp-edged, roguish grin and leans in, stopping short of kissing them and with one hand splayed against their ribs.]

Which is it?

[Apartment hunting is going to be a nightmare, they think, but they also think that if Red keeps teasing them, to hell with their neighbors.]

Oh, it's definitely a threat.

[My cherry... It's really unfair, when he says things like that.]

I want to see how much you can take.

[Let it never be said that Bailey doesn't give as good as they get in conversations like this, barring the occasional flustered stumble. Red Wine looks down at them, his thumb trailing idly around the curve of one rib, and he smiles again.]

If you're looking to push my limits, you have a long way to go.

[Oh, they've seen him fall apart under their hands before now, but there's a lot more he could take.]

But I'll remember you said that. [He leans up, pressing a gentle kiss to their mouth.] The next time you blush when I ask you what you want to do to me.

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