TRP: Azriel and Larkin (Eggbread)

**Jen:**

 [Setting: Day 168, Azriel' house]

Larkin almost dropped the jar of dried fruit while setting
down the coffee mugs in front of the bedroom door. She caught it with her foot
but it still clattered to the floor. Damned thing, now the surprise was
probably spoiled. She'd looked forward to just crawling back under the covers
and not having to admit she'd been out at come back. (Nevermind the breakfast
she'd brought.)

She opened the door quietly in case Azriel hadn't woken up,
which he of course had. He still looked half asleep but his eyes were open,
blinking at her. Larkin smiled to him and stooped to bring in the coffee mugs.
"Sorry. I thought I'd make it back unnoticed."

**Izzy:**

 "You're not very stealthy, for a thief," Azriel
said muzzily.

He woken somewhat when she'd left, he thought, or maybe that
had been a dream -- and dozed in and out for some amount of time since, just
knowing the bed was empty but still warm, wondering if she was coming back. Her
things were still scattered about the room, he saw now, but that didn't mean
she was coming back to bed, of course.

Except that -- "Do you have breakfast?" He
sniffed, stirring a bit. Smelled like coffee, and eggbread. How strange.

**Jen:**

 She looked at the dishes in her hands, walking over to the
bedside table to set everything down. "I 'spose I do. Here." She held
out the plate with the eggbread.

**Izzy:**

 He straightened, rubbing a bit of grit out of one eye, and
the motion reminded him of what a mess he must look like, first thing in the
morning. Well. Larkin had seen him gushing blood from his face, already. Still,
he pushed his hair back between his horns, blinking the sleep away, and reached
for the plate.

Then, when it was in his hand, he froze. Oh. Oh no.
"You ran into my brother in the kitchen, didn't you," he asked
grimly.

**Jen:**

 Larkin grimaced. "Yeah. Would've avoided that talk if I
could've, believe me." She reached into the jar for a handful of fruit and
took a mug. "Move over."

**Izzy:**

 He scooted over. "Hells. Well, I hope his dreary
demeanor didn't put you off the entire family."

He thought about making a joke about Abel and himself not really
being related, or something.

He also thought about leaning in to kiss her cheek, but
decided that would be pushing it.

**Jen:**

 "Didn't put me off this one," she said with a
wink. "I'm still here, ain't I?"

**Izzy:**

 "Yes." He narrowed his eyes at her dramatically.
"Where've you hidden the knife? I'm still awaiting my assassination."
He took a bite of eggbread, clearly not actually concerned.

**Jen:**

 "Damn. It's still in my pants." She shot a
sorrowfull glance at where they lay on the floor. "Guess you'll get to
live a while longer."

**Izzy:**

 "Alas." He took another bite. "Suppose I'll
have to keep you out of your pants."

**Jen:**

 "Oh?" She hid a grin behind her coffee mug. It was
still too hot so she set it onto the side table and rolled over to face Azriel.
She bit into a dried peach. "Is that a promise?"

**Izzy:**

 "Oh, yes. Ask anyone. I'm a terrible coward," he
said solemnly. "I'll do anything to keep a knife out of my gut." He
tilted his head towards her, grinning. "Absolutely anything."

This was the moment he should kiss her. But, ah -- his hands
were full of plate, and -- morning breath, and all that. This was awkward. He
hated it. And also kind of loved it. Hells.

**Jen:**

 Larkin smiled, shifting to get even more comfortable. This
was a really nice bed. "Anything, huh?" She said. "Surrender
your toppings then. I love blackberries."

**Izzy:**

 He gasped and widened his eyes. "Never. You can take my
life, but not my blackberries." He turned as if to shield the plate from
her and shoved another bite into his mouth, commenting, "Abel does make
terribly good eggbread, for someone who's never experienced happiness in his
life," around it and turning back to spear a bit heavy with toppings and
offer it out to her.

**Jen:**

 She laughed andlearned
in to snatch the bite off the fork. "Aw, come on," she said, chewing.
"He's not so bad to be around. He's got this brother he likes to drag.
Fuckin' hilarious if you ask me."

**Izzy:**

 "Does he?" Azriel feigned indignance. "How
dare he. I happen to know his little brother. Very handsome and smooth.
Silver-tongued. I expect Abel's just jealous," he said primly.

**Jen:**

 "Mh-hmm." Larkin rolled onto her back, arms
crossed behind her head. "Y'know, I don't usually do lazy mornings. But
this is... actually not bad. Must be the company." She turned her head to
look at Azriel.

She really did enjoy this. Bantering with him, lounging in
this warm, soft bed. Still, something nagged at her to get up, get going. Must
be habit, or some survival instinct. Get away before things could turn awkward.

**Izzy:**

 "Hm, well." He considered for a second, and
admitted, "No, you know, I don't either. My engagements typically end with
the night and I crawl off back home alone. Oh, I made that sound
dreadful." He frowned. Should've considered for another second. Damn.
"At any rate, yes, I agree. Must be the company."

He slouched down a little, next to her, and set the plate
aside to pick up his coffee, taking a sip, then edging closer to put his hip
against hers.

**Jen:**

 "Doesn't sound dreadful." She strechted out an
arm, rested it on the pillow behind Azriel's head to see if he'd let her put it
around his shoulders. "I don't even make it to the morning. Always sleep
in my own bed," she said, well aware of the irony in that.

**Izzy:**

 That sort of ... pleased him, somehow. He tried to not let
it show too much, and shifted to let her arm drop around him. "Oh, well, I
suppose that makes this your bed now, then. Squatter's rights."

**Jen:**

 "It's a nice bed. Maybe I'll steal it." She
hummed, making an overly contemplative face. "I wonder how I'm gonna do
it. Maybe I'll have to con the owner into helping me."

**Izzy:**

 "That would be quite a con," he agreed. "You
know, if it were me ..." He sidled closer, tucking his shoulder under
hers, and lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I would seduce him over
the course of several months and win his trust, then go on a charming crime
spree with him and get myself invited back to his place. I'd spend the night,
and in the morning, I would arrange an awkward meeting with his brother,
knowing that learning of this incident would absolutely kill my mark via sheer
mortification. Then --" he clicked his tongue -- "free bed."

**Jen:**

 Azriel snuggled up to her and Larkin began threading fingers
through his hair. "Clever," she said. "But what if he survives?
And I have to do idle banter in bed to cover my failed scheme?"

**Izzy:**

 "Oh, well." He leaned his head into her touch.
"Then I suppose you'd just be trapped in that horrific purgatory
forever."

**Jen:**

 "Or I'll just... stab him." Her hand darted out and
poked into his side under his arm.

**Izzy:**

 He flinched and snickered. "You'd want to get him out
of the bed first, so as to not ruin it with all the blood, and such."

**Jen:**

 "Oh yeah?" Larkin rolled over, one arm still
draped around him, and brought their faces close enough to kiss. She grinned
and bobbed her eyebrows.

**Izzy:**

 He grinned back. "Of course, the danger is that so long
as you're in his bed, I suspect he won't want to leave it."

**Jen:**

 "S'pose there's only one way to make him then,"
Larkin said- then flung herself ontop him, fingers poking into the soft spots
of his sides and underarms, face buried in the crook of his neck, while she
pinned him with her hips and knees.

**Izzy:**

 Azriel snorted in an incredibly undignified manner and
squirmed under her, trying -- a bit -- to shake her off and resorting to
digging his fingers into her sides, as well, to see if that did anything.
Perhaps she had a hidden weak point. Wouldn't that be amusing?

**Jen:**

 Larkin flinched as his fingers found a tender spot but managed
to hold on to him. "Ohh, no!" She hissed between breaths and barely
contained laughter. "You're not getting away that easily." She leaned
in and nibbled at his neck, then let out a sputter of air against it.

**Izzy:**

 "Oh, don't think I didn't see that, love." He dug
into the same spot that had made her flinch, more determined this time even as
he fought off his own giggles. Horribly undignified, that.

**Jen:**

 Well, Azriel had taken her by surprise before but now that
she was aware of the weak spot, it was easily bearable. She let go of him and
flopped down sprawling on top of him just to prove how little it did.

**Izzy:**

 He snorted again and gave up. "Well. It seems I am
defeated. Vanquished. Slain." He draped one hand dramatically over his
forehead. "What ever shall you do with me now?"

**Jen:**

 "Maybe I'll just use you a a nice topper for my nice
new bed," Larkin said, wriggling around to get duly comfortable and
resting her elbows next to his head.

**Izzy:**

 "Hmm. Sounds potentially morbid. Very you, love,"
he said approvingly.

**Jen:**

 "Hmm." She smiled, humming lightly while thinking
about another witty comment to make. Maybe about how she'd feed him eggbread
and make sure he didn't die of starvation? Eh, not so romantic. All this
talking was starting to tire her anyway. So, Larkin decided, she'd go the
Larkin-route and just do instead of talk. She was in the perfect position for
that, too. She shifted more weight to her elbows, leaning down, to capture
Azriel in a deep, long kiss.

**Izzy:**

 Azriel grinned against her lips. Yes. Very her, indeed, and
he very much liked it. "Oh," he said between kisses, slipping his
hands around the small of her back. "Oh, I see how it is." She tasted
of bitter coffee and sweet fruit, and it was terribly fitting, somehow. "You
only want me for my body. Well, who could blame you."

**Jen:**

 Larkin chuckled, not breaking the kiss. She moved away from
his lips, to kiss him his chin, his jawline, the side of his neck. God, she
loved how he twisted when she did that, and that slight part of his lips.

Larkin couldn't resist kissing him again. More eagerly this
time, more saying oh yes, I want your body, only without words because she was
done talking for now.

[fade to black]

**Izzy:**

 [END]

Title: Eggbread. Summary: After spending the night, Larkin
brings Azriel breakfast in bed. Much flirting and bantering ensues.