Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

[Rakki]

Dace had their order in record time and carried the tray towards the seat Tasha had chosen.

He had two take away paper cups, stacked with their plastic lids laying on the tray, two glass tea plungers, a bowl of sugar cubes and matching small milk pitcher.

He found the raven haired lady sitting in one of two winged chairs either side of a small table facing the window, and set down the tray, turning it so the plunger for her was right in front of her, and took his own seat.

In the center of the tray where two large, brown and lumpy looking cookies that smelled of golden syrup.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to stay here, or walk, so i got take away cups and something that we can eat and walk." He said with a grin, his eyes tracing the line of her suit.

"You know, I've made suits for people of all walks of life, and none of them seem to work as well as this one does on you." He picked up his own plunger and slowly pressed it down, "If you're interested in doing something wonderful, I would love to make you something special." he said, not looking up. “It would be a shame for someone like you to spend their life climbing a corporate ladder.”

 

[deliliah]

She was surprised at how quickly he had returned to her with the order. She looked at the table in front of her, she picked up a sugar cube between her fingers and stared at it with a raised eyebrow... "Don't think I've ever used a cube before, usually a spoon of the powdered stuff."

"I think sitting here would be best for now." She said with a bit of amusement in the idea of him asserting himself a bit with the offer of a walk, and her taking control and stating she'd rather be here. she saw his eyes looking her up and down, she pretended not to notice, but she certainly enjoyed it when he looked at her. it is good to be sexy.

he makes a comment about how the suit really works well on me. "Well I'm sure your pep-talk helped." giving him an inch... He offered to do something wonderful for her, which intrigued her, but then made a comment about negativity of climbing the corporate ladder. "But I'm so good at it." she paused, "or at least i will be."

 

[Rakki]

He smiled as she noted the cubes. "They're just easier, think of them as a nicer way of doing the single serve of sugar than the little paper tubes." he said, pouring a small amount of milk into a paper cup, then a small amount of tea, giving it a swirl before adding the rest careful not to scorch the creamy milk.

He leant back, making use of the chair's overstuffed back. "If you insist we're not taking time away from your 'busy day'. I'd hate to be keeping you." He added with a wink, lifting the cup for a sip.

"Pep talk?" His grin was predatory now, "You think that's what I did?" Like a snake strike, his hand snapped out, forefinger and thumb brushing the cuff of her suits sleeve, grasping a previously unseen thread that gleamed like a pearl in the coffee shop's lights. With a quick yank the thread came free, unravelling from up the arm and finishing at the base of her neck.

The power that boosted her confidence didn't fade, but died, the rest of the suits power remained intact. "How good at it do you think you'll really be without some help?" He asked cocking an eyebrow, "Or should I pull a more physical thread next?"