OOM: A Date With the Devil (Literally)

[thesupersmeller]

He's pretty sure it's a really, really bad idea. No less, Burton Guster has put on his favorite purple silk shirt and black slacks, oiled his head with the perfect mixture of lavender and cocoa butter, and made it to the restaurant twenty minutes early.

Nervous (as always) and almost hoping that she'll stand him up, he takes a seat at a table in the back with a freshly lit candle and orders a bottle of Corvina with two glasses.

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[7twistedwishes]

She grins and nods. "You do that. I'll heat up the food." She does not need to eat, but Gus surely must be hungry after all the energy they spent last night.

At least he'll have an insufferable grin of cat that ate the canary all day? Life's good, with a bit of sin.

[thesupersmeller]

There's a lot to be said for lust and breasts pasta. And good company. And fumbling with his phone as he tries to swipe out a text message that sounds like anything other than 'I just had sex with THE DEVIL' because Shawn probably won't take that well.

He slides into a clean pair of boxers and follows her to his small kitchen, settling on a sweet but simple;

I'm running late - be there in an hour... maybe two.