A Public Private Moment

[Trillian]

Lily smirked at him and nodded her acknowledgement. Yes, he'd won, though barely. She pulled on her boots next and shrugged on her jacket. Everything felt peculiar without underwear, though not entirely uncomfortable. The thought of returning home to Pierre in this state was unacceptable.

"I'll give you your reward when you take me to your place," she promised. She put her hands on her hips and looked around on the grass. Where had she put her gloves? She would've removed them before taking off her helmet. Ricardo was a gentleman, he would've put them in her helmet for her before putting her helmet on the ground. A tiny part of her missed that side of him, but she'd already moved on. She waited for his answer before getting her helmet and checking inside for gloves.

[Existentially Odd]

She surprised him and his expression showed it. He wanted to argue with her because he wasn't in the habit of bringing people back to his place much any more, not since Will went. It felt too much like cheating, even though Will had left him to sort shit out with Anna - his fledgeling - and there hadn't been extra promises made (that he could recall).

He'd always been allowed to have women, though. And the offer of a reward was intriguing. He looked at her lips thoughtfully while he thought it through, wondering if that was the sort of reward she was implying and doubting she could be as good as Will at giving head. She was a damn sight better than no-one, though. No-one sucked, as far as fucking company went.

"Okay. You wanna' go somewhere and feed first?" he enquired, his decision made. "Hey, do you like coffins?"

[Trillian]

At his question about coffins, she had a quick reply; "I like them better than lipstick." She marched towards her helmet beside the guardrail. Upon picking it up and flipping it over, she was delighted to find her gloves inside.

Taking them out and pulling on her helmet, she flipped up her visor so she could keep an eye on Chelovek, and pulled on her gloves. Then, this time with only one hand on a hip and her weight adjusted on that side, she waited for him to take her to his place.

[Existentially Odd]

Chelovek frowned and squinted at her, mouthing, Better than lipstick? to himself. He couldn't decipher whether that meant yes or no but he supposed he'd find out when they got to his place. He stooped down to look for his belt, regretting being so cavalier with its removal from his jeans earlier; he'd thought he was putting on a spectacular show. It'd paid off, in the en-- ah, there it was! He straightened up, watching her while he threaded his belt through his jeans loops.

"So, you didn't answer my other question. Straight back to my place or do you want to have a little fun on the way?" he smirked, wondering what she was like at pool. Sticks and Stakes Pool Hall and Club Zero were both not far from - and on the way to - his house. It would also please him to have her tight ass on his bike while they hugged some tight corners and just took a nice long ride back. It all depended how keen she was to get to his place.  For all he knew, he was just a pit stop and she had somewhere else to be. He hoped not.

[Trillian]

The question he asked the second time was slightly different from the first. Feeding was a private affair for her and she'd been debating whether or not to share that with him. She wondered what he meant by 'have a little fun'. Was that still in relation to feeding? She assessed him, making him wait while she decided.

"I'm always up for fun," she said. Shedding her responsibilities and decorum was a lot more fun than she'd anticipated. She didn't know why she was surprised - she'd done something similar a few times before when reinventing herself, but nothing this extravagant. She grinned at Chelovek, but he wouldn't see her smile behind the helmet, except in her eyes.