houseofcards_rp | [OTA] Business Not As Usual

Now that the snow's stopped, it's mostly just...like winter in London, really. Dreary, cold, gray. London never gets this much snow, of course, but otherwise it's a bit like home, and when Peter emerges from his hole in the basement of Diamond Castle, he's dressed for the weather in a wool peacoat, a scarf, and a hat over his hair. Add in the messenger bag draped over his shoulder, and it looks like he's dressed for a day of protecting the free world at Thames House.

He only wishes. At least what he's doing is interesting, or at least more so than fixing the internet connections of clueless Diamonds. Possibly it's even marginally dangerous, considering how the last Spade challenge went. He wouldn't have to do it, he thinks, if the Spades hadn't used quite so many ridiculous security protocols. It's legions more robust than any of the other Suits; he'd broken through the Clubs systems (well, most of them, the Royal files had a curiously complex system around them) and the Hearts, too, without much effort.

Bloody Spades.

It's not such a big deal, though. He's examined the system from every angle he can from outside it, and he's pretty sure it can be cracked if he's in it. So off to the Castle of blood and knives. If anyone asks, he can say he's visiting friends.

Might as well use his not terrible social interaction for good, after all.

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He'd always thought choking on your tongue was just, you know, an expression, but there was Peter doing that very thing while red crept up his cheeks.

"I, um, probably that's beyond me." Considering his embarrassing lack of experience, truthfully.

"Now that is curious." He said softly, reaching up to brush his fingers lightly over a rightly colored cheek. "And a shame, really. You're cheeks do turn a rather lovely shade..."

Hadyn then tipped his head a little, as his thumb some how found a way to barely brush over the other man's lips. They were, truthfully, rather kissable lips. "Are you sure you don't want to give it a go?" There was something almost sweet about his tone, not so much to be over done- but just enough to sound honest in his question.

In his offer. "A kiss isn't so beyond anyone is it?"

Whenever this sort of thing happened - and it had happened before - Peter was almost sure he was being taunted, and then he cut things off. But that, he decided, would just make Hadyn laugh.

"I suppose you'll say that if you bite, I'll like it."

"I only bite when asked, but I don't take you for liking to biting so much." Hadyn mused. "You're shy though, maybe there is a bit on an adventurous side hiding away in there somewhere."

And still there was that hinted sweetness in his tone, cutting beneath a bit of amusement. "But sense we're on the subject? What do you like?"

"You never know." More to the point...Peter didn't have much of an idea of what he liked. Which, in turn made answering Hadyn's next question a little harder.

So maybe action would be better than words in this case, and so he leaned forward to plant a fairly decent kiss on Hadyn's lips.

"Not a clue, darling. I just wing it most of the time."

He was, actually a bit surprised by that, though it was a mere moment that the shock lit up his face before the mask of pleasant amusement dropped back into place. Elisha was....not going to like this one.

"Maybe we'll find out just what is hiding in there some day, yeah?" He asked, catching Peter's shirt in one hand and pulling him closer. "But first...you should really try a proper kiss."

To which he returned Peter's kiss with a far less chaste one.

Peter's eyes flared wide as Hadyn hauled him closer, and then he closed them, kissing back. Well, he thought, if nothing else, it was a pretty convincing assignation.

Unfortunately it came with being extra confused.

"That's a proper kiss?" he said in his most proper English accent. "You learn something every day."

"You really shouldn't be so coy, darling, it doesn't do much for you." But he smirked anyway. "Do you want to try it again?" If nothing else, it would test his mettle, Hadyn figured.

And at least, if necessary, he could weather the resulting argument with some claim that it was all in the name of finding the truth. Then again, it might also have been because kissing someone else was a rather empty thing in Hadyn's opinion, when acting was involved.

"I think not," Peter said. It was odd, how he was falling into old upper-class speech patterns that he'd banished for the length of this job.

"Can't give them too much of a show, can we? Might be even more questions that way."

'Think not' was a curious turn of phrase, Hadyn thought. Not in any particular way, but Hadyn thought it was just the way he said it- in that ever so posh manner of the English. Addy, though, never said a thing like that. Nor Leona...

Then again, Leona never said anything that was remotely posh.

"I suppose we can't." He agreed with a bit of humor. "But, practice does make perfect. You should keep that in mind."

"As you say," Peter said dryly as he stepped around Hadyn. It was another unconsciously posh turn of phrase, but once his accent started to slip, there was no reining it in.

"I'll be certain to start planting kisses on every spare person I see who doesn't move fast enough."

"You should be sure to tell me how that goes for you," Hadyn murmured as he moved past Peter, offering him one last glance over his shoulder.

"Try not to get caught, princess."

[OTA] Business Not As Usual

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