[GP] Shoot that poison arrow

[st_aff]

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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Re: Dot - For Dean

[st_oh_honestly]

"Oh," her breathless gasp was swallowed by the kiss and she went hot and sort of tingly all over as he took control of the kiss. She had never been kissed like this and her hands shook a little even as they moved to clutch at his shirt front.

She kissed him back, hesitant, untutored but still ardent. No, she'd never been kissed like this, not even Hugh had kissed her like this.

"Oh," she said again, common sense crashing down on her like a bucket of cold water and the clinging hands pushed at his chest as she pulled back to look up at him with huge shocked eyes and kiss swollen lips. "You... I.. Oh!"

Re: Dot - For Dean

[st_andingfast]

Dean's first impulse was to lean in for another kiss, but he had enough presence of mind to put that off until it processed that the wide eyes were shock, not desire, and the hands that had been clinging were now pushing him back.

Damn it. He stepped back slightly, 'letting' himself be pushed. "Hey, it's okay. Don't worry."

Re: Dot - For Dean

[st_oh_honestly]

"You... I..." she said again, and she blushed scarlet, hands going to her hot cheeks. She was still a little tingly and that made it worse. Good Catholic girls did NOT.. tingle.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I should... I..." And she rushed off, stumbling a bit as she hurried out of the room. She needed to see Miss Phryne.

She didn't even stop to take the cake that was baking out of the oven.

Re: Dot - For Dean

[st_andingfast]

"Hey, wait!" What? It'd been a pretty damn good kiss, he'd thought. Dean stared after her, confused, then turned that expression on the oven - the occupied oven she'd left behind. "Uh...."

Uh....

Okay then. Dean took the cake out of the oven and, failing any other ideas, set it on some unoccupied counter space. Then he took a couple more of the little cakes (one of them was a strawberry, because... yeeeaaahhh) and went on his way.