[EP] A little fuss - OTA

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Some time ago, Corbie had found a calendar and counted back from the spring equinox. And then ahead from the winter solstice. And settled on a date. And then she’d done it again the next day. And again the next, until she was finally satisfied that she’d correctly translated between calendar systems and definitely had the correct date. Caroline had caught her at it and pried it out of her that Corbie had been trying to figure out when her birthday was and, wheels turning behind her eyes, Caroline had left it there. And Corbie had forgotten all about it.

Which was how she could be surprised now as she was shunted into the cafe that Caroline had bullied cake out of Pike and had possibly bullied other people around the inn to come eat it.

Okay, that wasn’t fair. It was a kind gesture, since Corbie hadn’t told anybody. Hadn’t intended on telling anybody. Growing up, her birthday was only so big a deal. She and Gran hadn’t had very much money for presents or treats, though Gran had tried when Corbie was small; they were both always more concerned with having enough to get by. Birthdays were for rich kids. Or at least bourgeois kids. And then there was just the part where… well, what was the point? They were here. It made doing anything special for anybody kind of hard. If anybody cared enough.

… Okay, she was being entirely unfair, because here were two people who had cared enough and had tried for her and it was incredibly sweet.

Unexpected tears in her eyes, Corbie laughed and flitted to the café door, calling out to anybody in earshot. “Come help me eat cake!”

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[st_rummer]

Rather than answer directly, Coby cut a heavy with frosting bite off his slice of cake. Then with his eyes on hers, he licked a slow stripe through the icing finishing with a quicker flick of his tongue at the end. "I'm sure we can come up with something."

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Corbie laughed again, a little lower and throatier than before. "It's a special day," she found herself saying, "couldn't I have both?"

[st_rummer]

"It is a special day," he agreed, licking a stray dab of icing stuck to his lip. His eyes darkened in response to the heat lowering her voice and images of just how they could celebrate after the cake was gone. "You can totally have both, if that's what you want. I can go to my knees to lick you clean, then put you over them to see how pretty in pink you can be."

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Corbie shivered, and then laughed at herself for it as her face flushed a soft pink. "And what if I wanted..." She bit her lip. Even though she was so much more sure of this one, the actual asking still made her shy. Though really, she'd already survived asking Jackson, by comparison Coby was easy. "Well. Ever thought of sharing me with someone else?"

[st_rummer]

Yes. Anael would be delighted by Corbie, and Coby had totally thought about that before.

"Well I am now," he answered, both tease and complete honesty. Had he ever seen her shy about sex before? Not that he remembered. "Does that mean you've got somebody in mind to do the sharing?"

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Corbie laughed. They'd said almost the same thing, and that (along with general hedonism) was what sparked the idea in her to begin with. "Jackson."

[st_rummer]

"Huh." Corbie and Jackson didn't surprise him any, and he couldn't say he was opposed, if Jackson was willing. "I never got the feeling he butters his bread on both sides."

[st_rikingblueeyes]

"Me neither," Corbie admitted, one shoulder shrugging. "I was pretty sure he'd just say no. Though to be fair, he hasn't said yes yet, either. The exact words were, 'we could talk.'"

[st_rummer]

"Talking first is good." He caught one of her curls between a couple fingers, wrapping it loosely around them before sliding them slowly down to the ends.

"If that's what you want for your birthday, and if he says yes when you talk, then yeah, I'm in. Two of us focused on you – that would be hot."

[st_rikingblueeyes]

He wasn't even touching her skin and Corbie was so turned on it almost made her knees buckle. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out the softest moan. "Yeah... okay." She took a deep breath in a feeble attempt to pull herself back together.

[st_rummer]

Sue him, Coby liked having that effect on her, and he watched appreciatively. Cutting a bite of cake from his slice he balanced it on his fork, "So you talk to him, or we do. But first, cake," and he held out the bite of cake for her. "You're going to need your strength."

[st_rikingblueeyes]

"I can do it," she said. When she opened her eyes again, Corbie's pupils were blown wide. Her lips parted obediently and she leaned forward to take the offered bite of cake.

[st_rummer]

Considering what he'd really wanted to do was kiss her in ways that weren't exactly appropriate sitting in the cafe in the middle of the day, until they were both breathless and toes curling, feeding her her own birthday cake was pretty damn tame.

"When you do, if you look at him like you're looking at me, you can probably talk him into anything you set your heart on."