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The idea of where wasn't a spontaneous one. He'd wanted to take her there almost as long as he'd known her. Certainly as long as they'd been together. He missed it, he wouldn't lie. But now every time he thought of going back it was always with her. Showing her where he'd grown up. All his favourite spots. His home. And hopefully hers too before long. "To Scotland," he let a smile tug at his lips, "Think it's about time I show you what will be yours if I have my way," and he truly meant that. Nothing would make him happier than sharing that place with her in every possible way. "What do you say?"

Scarlett finally unraveled the towel she’d wrapped around her hair, letting the damp ginger locks fall along her back and shoulders. She’d already pulled on one of Joseph’s shirts to sleep in, as was typical in their newfound routine. Sleeping in his room made a lot of differences to both of them, with nights like this as no exception. Even if there were no casualties and all those injured were recovered or on their way to being so, it still left a lot of frayed nerves for everyone else. At least to Scarlett, this felt like the beginning of something. She shook the thought away for now, moving back into the bedroom. Joseph was partly leaning over his desk, so Scarlett moved quietly until she was able to wrap her arms around him, now resting her cheek against his shoulder as she held him. “And here I thought you’d be in bed by now.”

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They were all aware of how dangerous their lives were but nights like this really emphasised it he thought. Even if this wasn't directly related to them, they'd still been caught up in it. He couldn't help but think about Finn down in the infirmary. Of all he'd been through. All that family really. And even what he and Scarlett had been through. Especially Scarlett. He found himself leaning with his hands on his desk. His gaze focused on one of the photographs there, one of a loch. But of course his mind was very much else where. At least mostly.

He didn't jump when Scarlett wrapped her arms round him, but he hadn't heard her coming either. "I should be," he agreed, placing one of his hands over hers where it rested against him. "I've just been thinking," he lifted her hand to kiss before turning round to fact her. Leaning on the edge of his desk, he put his hands on her hips. "I think we should take a trip," If things were going to kick off soon like it felt they might, they might not get another chance for some time.

Scarlett finally unraveled the towel she’d wrapped around her hair, letting the damp ginger locks fall along her back and shoulders. She’d already pulled on one of Joseph’s shirts to sleep in, as was typical in their newfound routine. Sleeping in his room made a lot of differences to both of them, with nights like this as no exception. Even if there were no casualties and all those injured were recovered or on their way to being so, it still left a lot of frayed nerves for everyone else. At least to Scarlett, this felt like the beginning of something. She shook the thought away for now, moving back into the bedroom. Joseph was partly leaning over his desk, so Scarlett moved quietly until she was able to wrap her arms around him, now resting her cheek against his shoulder as she held him. “And here I thought you’d be in bed by now.”

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"What's brought this on?"

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"You are a cruel, cruel woman Scarlett Larkspear. Completely without mercy for me," he commented as he admired her.

"As if I could have picked any other costume."

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"You sure you don't want to hear the question first?"

“No.” He said before the question was even asked.

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"Then is there some other reason you didn't show up to training?"

Sitting outside on the Institute steps...

"No." He replied a little uneasily. "Why would I be avoiding you?"

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"Moaning about it isn't going to help. Give me five more,"

At the Institute

"I'm going stir crazy. Hayden won't let me leave the Institute much until I can walk without the cane."

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"You're never going to have a good session on that. You should have said something and rested before coming to train,"

In the Training Room

"You try getting two hours of sleep, going on morning patrol, then training for an hour and not get tired. I promise it's pretty impossible," she retorted from her spot on the floor.

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Joseph paused his eating at that. Considering the younger nephilim and what he'd said. After a brief moment he tossed the half eaten slice into the bin. "Alright then, let's go,"

@ the Institute kitchen

"Why do I need to go to Hektor's? Left over pizza is a perfectly acceptable breakfast,"

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Joseph decided right there that that was the best his name had ever sounded. The way it seemed wholly a vocal indication of her desire. Yet more confirmation of how he was making her feel. It was intoxicating. Each reaction from her, the way she pulled his hair again, the taste of her. All of it was making him dizzy with desire. He wanted more though. Wanted to make her completely come undone. Wanted to be the cause of such deep ecstasy for her. So he kept going. His one slightly calloused thumb rubbing circles over her most sensitive spot, still slick from his mouth having been there. His other hand sliding up her arching body to squeeze her breast. And his tongue kept teasing her entrance. He kept it all going and wouldn't stop until she'd reached her pinnacle. No matter the time it took. He'd worship her body till she got there.

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In his lap, Joseph’s kilt was well and truly tented over the physical evidence of his desire for her. It ached. Desperate for her. For touch, friction, anything. He resisted the urge to move his hand to it. Instead tightening his grip on her hips. Putting all that need into what he was doing to her with his mouth. Each sound that fell from her lips encouraged him on. Giving him little hints as to which motions she liked the most. He did those more. And when she pulled him in closer with her legs he couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that pulled at his lips. His mouth broke contact with her just long enough to say, “Good to know you’re enjoying yourself Scarlett,” his voice huskier sounding that usual. When he resumed he sucked lightly on her most sensitive spot, introducing it into the mix as he continued what he’d been doing before. After a while he brought his hand round the top of her thigh. His thumb replaced his tongue in giving that bud of nerves attention as his mouth moved lower. Focusing on her entrance instead. His tongue stretching out to press inside her a little. The taste of her desire coating his tongue had him letting out a low moan against her.

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He would have echoed the mischievous edge to her smile if he hadn't been chewing. Despite the fact they'd given into their desires before going on a date, had been sleeping in the same bed for a while now too, their relationship didn't feel rushed to him. They'd found their own rhythm, their own order of doing things. It was one of the aspects of their relationship he loved most. That they could just follow their own flow, their own desires instead of trying to fit themselves into the expected norm. "Nor will I ever," he replied, resting his hands on her thighs. Because being desired by her was really just fuel to the fire of his own desire. A fire he'd happily fan into an inferno any time she wished. He really wasn't sure he'd ever be able to say no to her. That he'd ever not want her. "On second thoughts, maybe I should start wearing my kilt more often," he mused with a smirk. The brief kiss mad him smile. This time a softer smile rather than the smirk he'd just been wearing. "I'm glad you agree. Since we're both off tonight how about I book a table for this evening?"

Joseph gave her a closed lip grin, his mouth still full of pizza. "I guess we did rather skip past that didn't we," he said once he'd swallowed it. "I'm nae taking you to a diner for our first date though," setting the pizza slice down he wiped his hands on a tea towel. He turned to face her, leaning his hip against the island. "There's this French bistro I've been wanting to try. Was thinking we could go there. I had thought we'd go for dinner, get a bit dressed up. But I'd definitely opt for trousers instead of my kilt. Seeing as how you seem to have such a hard time controlling yourself when I wear it," he teased.

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When Kyle didn't answer the second time he knocked he frowned. He'd been told he was in his office. So he opened the door a little and stuck his head in. "You alright?" he asked after a moment observing the lawyer, stepping inside the office as he did.

At his office...

Kyle locked himself in his office. Refusing to speak to anyone. So close to an honest to god panic attack than he had been in years. It was distressing on so many levels because he was better than this. He prided himself on being above such petty things like mental breakdowns. And yet here he was. Fighting to catch his breath. Fighting for the sake of fighting something. Because the fact that things were good did not compute. Did not offer him the assurance that they in fact should. Because now he had the unrelenting fear that it could all simply go away.

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Joseph gave her a closed lip grin, his mouth still full of pizza. "I guess we did rather skip past that didn't we," he said once he'd swallowed it. "I'm nae taking you to a diner for our first date though," setting the pizza slice down he wiped his hands on a tea towel. He turned to face her, leaning his hip against the island. "There's this French bistro I've been wanting to try. Was thinking we could go there. I had thought we'd go for dinner, get a bit dressed up. But I'd definitely opt for trousers instead of my kilt. Seeing as how you seem to have such a hard time controlling yourself when I wear it," he teased.

@ the Institute kitchen

"Why do I need to go to Hektor's? Left over pizza is a perfectly acceptable breakfast,"

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In his lap, Joseph’s kilt was well and truly tented over the physical evidence of his desire for her. It ached. Desperate for her. For touch, friction, anything. He resisted the urge to move his hand to it. Instead tightening his grip on her hips. Putting all that need into what he was doing to her with his mouth. Each sound that fell from her lips encouraged him on. Giving him little hints as to which motions she liked the most. He did those more. And when she pulled him in closer with her legs he couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that pulled at his lips. His mouth broke contact with her just long enough to say, “Good to know you’re enjoying yourself Scarlett,” his voice huskier sounding that usual. When he resumed he sucked lightly on her most sensitive spot, introducing it into the mix as he continued what he’d been doing before. After a while he brought his hand round the top of her thigh. His thumb replaced his tongue in giving that bud of nerves attention as his mouth moved lower. Focusing on her entrance instead. His tongue stretching out to press inside her a little. The taste of her desire coating his tongue had him letting out a low moan against her.

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Her whispered words brought an fiendish grin to his lips. One that quickly slipped into a seductive smirk as he ran his fingers lightly up and down the legs now resting on his shoulders. "Oh I aim to give you at least a few petit mort before we leave this room," he held her gaze as he spoke. A moment later though his gaze dipped lower. With her legs on his shoulders he now had an excellent view up her dress. His eyes darkened, pupils expanding with lust. One last glance up at her beautiful eyes before he leaned forward. His hands moved up to grip her hips again as he brought his lips to her most sensitive spot. The one he'd been teasing with his fingers no so long ago. He kissed it. Kissed it again. And again. On the fourth he didn't remove his lips. Instead he proceeded to devour her like he was on death row and she was his last meal. Luxuriously. Savouring every moment of it.

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@ the Institute kitchen

"Why do I need to go to Hektor's? Left over pizza is a perfectly acceptable breakfast,"

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Her whispered words brought an fiendish grin to his lips. One that quickly slipped into a seductive smirk as he ran his fingers lightly up and down the legs now resting on his shoulders. "Oh I aim to give you at least a few petit mort before we leave this room," he held her gaze as he spoke. A moment later though his gaze dipped lower. With her legs on his shoulders he now had an excellent view up her dress. His eyes darkened, pupils expanding with lust. One last glance up at her beautiful eyes before he leaned forward. His hands moved up to grip her hips again as he brought his lips to her most sensitive spot. The one he'd been teasing with his fingers no so long ago. He kissed it. Kissed it again. And again. On the fourth he didn't remove his lips. Instead he proceeded to devour her like he was on death row and she was his last meal. Luxuriously. Savouring every moment of it.

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Her reply brought a smirk to his lips. This really was turning out to be even more fun than he'd imagined. He could have happily kissed her more then. Pulled her against him and deepened it considerably. But there was something else he rather wanted to do so he let her keep it brief. He watched her intensely, his gaze never wandering away even for a second. Keeping himself rooted to the spot while he did. While he watched her take her underwear off with agonising slowness. Only when she was seated on the table, only when she asked that question, did he move.

Another lazy smirk spread across his lips as he walked over to her. He put his hands on the table either side of her hips. Bringing his lips close to hers. "It would be my absolute pleasure," he kissed her then. Deeper than their last kiss but just as brief. Then he stood and stepped away. He grabbed the back of one of the dinning chair, setting it before her. Once seated in it he ran his hands up her legs, pushing her dress up with the motion. When he reached her knees, with his gaze locked on hers, he gently pushed them further apart. The he pulled his chair close to the table. Closer to her. His hands resumed their wandering up the outside of her legs, this time under her dress. They didn't stop till the reached the top. With one firm motion he pulled her right to the edge of the table. He then took hold of lower down her legs, lifting them with the intention of putting them over his shoulders.