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None of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.

What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.

Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.

At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.

No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.

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What a day. Lara counted her blessings that whatever was going around had passed her by - she'd felt no urges to jump on anyone, and no one had tried to jump on her. Her gratitude was more fervent for the second part, given that her reactions to being jumped on by anyone were likely to involve possibly-lethal violence.

Of course, she'd kept to herself as soon as she realized that Something was going on, until it was time to go to the Night Club for her bartending shift. With Kitty, who was for her one of the safest people in the Inn. She at least knew where the fault lines in Lara tended to be.

Oddly, it wasn't a very busy night. Valentine's was ordinarily a packed sort of night, full of couples drinking, toasting each other, enjoying a night on the town. This year, though... yes, it was actually understandable. Those who weren't sick of the day's shenanigans had already retired to privacy, and those who were had simply retired. After an hour or two straight of no customers at all, she and Kitty agreed that closing early was a good idea. Not least because it would allow them to hide away in private, too, Lara thought.

Up to her elbows in soapy water, Kitty shot a grateful glance at Lara. They worked together well and without a lot of awkward chatter. They talked, and even gossiped sometimes, but they didn't bother with small talk, and they moved easily in and out of each other's space, almost a dance, but more like...fighting together. Partners. Kitty could easily avoid collisions and sometimes did when she knew the other person wasn't going to notice, but with Lara, she never had to.

It helped, too, that Lara knew about her. Kitty moved more honestly around her, which probably sounded like nonsense when she said out loud (which she didn't), but it felt perfectly sensible. Logan would understand.

In retrospect, that was probably why she said, "So. Guess what happened this morning?" because if anyone would get how she could be happy Wyatt kissed her and glad they weren't jumping into anything, it would be Lara. At the time, when she said it, she suddenly felt flushed, and her gaze fell on Lara's mouth. Wow. It was happening again. Like with Shan. Maybe that attraction wasn't a one-off.

"From what I've heard," and seen! "of today, I'm betting someone kissed you. Or you kissed someone." More likely the second one, because if someone tried to kiss Kitty and she didn't want to be, they'd just fall through suddenly empty-ish space.

Lara flung a towel over her shoulder, turned to lean against the bar and smile at Kitty, and found herself focused on whether she would fall through empty space or whether Kitty would stay solid. Solid, and warm, with a soft mouth, and hands....

"Wy--" Before she even got his name out, Kitty forgot what she was saying. Whatever it was, it would wait, but this moment... the way Lara looked so cute and sexy at the same time, leaning there all casual.

She took a step toward Lara and then another, until they were standing close enough to touch if one of them took a deep breath. Without realizing she'd done it, she'd reached out -- and only instinct and knowledge of her friend kept her from actually touching her. "Ell, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" It probably didn't matter if she was, but Kitty wanted her to be... because, god, she really wanted to kiss her.

A deep breath would have been enough to close the distance between them, but Lara was too transfixed to tease that way. Kitty was still a warm and solid presence, and when she reached out but didn't touch Lara had to suppress what would probably have been close to a whine. Yes, touching Lara Croft without her express permission would generally end badly for the toucher, but this was Kitty.

Kitty who wanted to know if they were thinking the same thing. "God, I hope so," Lara managed before leaning the short distance to cover Kitty's mouth with her own. She'd kissed girls before, which was to say that she'd kissed Sam before, in clubs on nights when Sam thought that girls kissing girls would attract the kind of guy she wanted. But there were no guys here, and she was kissing Kitty all and only because she wanted to.

Oh good. Lara was thinking what she was thinking. Or not thinking. Very quickly not thinking at all about anything but how silky Lara's hair was when she ran her fingers through it, and how soft her mouth was and the skin on her cheek when Kitty caressed it.

But then that was too sweet, too slow, and Kitty pulled Lara up against her, kissed her more thoroughly while appreciating the warmth and soft curves pressed against her. She'd kissed a girl once as a dare, and almost kissed Shan, but this was the first time she'd kissed another woman out of pure attraction.

Oh, yes. Sam had always had one eye on the audience, and that had been fine, but all of Kitty's attention just on a kiss was enough to make Lara moan a little into her friend's mouth.

She tangled one hand in Kitty's hair, enjoying the feel of it and incidentally tugging her closer to add some extra heat to their joined mouths. Her other hand toyed with the hem of Kitty's shirt, fingers slipping under the cloth to stroke warm skin.

Thoughts of Wyatt serviced, made Kitty wonder briefly what was wrong with her that she could be so attracted to him and think about him as often as she did and still feel like this with Lara. The thoughts surfaced and subsided, taking the wonder with it, and leaving only Lara behind.

She paused to appreciate her, stroked the curve of her cheek, smiled and went back for more--first a soft exchange of breath, enjoying being right here, this close, to someone she cared about as much as Lara. But then sharing breath became too much of a tease, and she kissed her again, heatedly.

The raw, demanding need had faded almost as soon as their lips touched the first time, but it had been replaced almost immediately by something slower but no less heated. More satisfied by soft touches, hands exploring unfamiliar but sweet curves. The same moans and gasps, though, when hands found sensitive places to tease.

When clothes started to feel like the worst mistake on record, though, Lara pulled back slightly. Enough to break their current liplock, but still pressed against Kitty otherwise. If nothing else, stripping each other at the Night Club's bar, out in the open, was probably a bad idea. Unless they agreed it wasn't. "Kitty."

As soon as the kisses broke, a wave of regret flowed over Kitty, and at least some of it was because they'd stopped kissing. She brushed her hand along Lara's side and smiled, a little crooked twist of a smile. Before she said anything, she leaned in quickly and pressed a soft, affectionate kiss to Lara's mouth to make sure she didn't take it wrong. Then she did say, "Maybe we should slow this down. Talk."

Because... Wyatt. But Lara.

Perversely, Kitty's echo of her own thoughts about slowing down made Lara want to keep going, pull the other woman back to her. But she wasn't that childish even at the worst of times. (If she left a hand at Kitty's waist, well - 'slow down' wasn't stop.) "Probably a good idea. I think we were done closing up anyway," they'd been close at least, "so... your place or mine?"

"Yours," Kitty answered without a second thought and without dislodging Lara's touch. She slipped her own hand through Lara's hair, just to appreciate it. "Mine is really...pink."

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