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Then she rolls toward him, vibrantly awake, smiling broadly.
Energy courses through her. She no longer feels sleepy or sluggish or even remotely tired. On the contrary, she's suddenly very interested in food. The last time she ate seems ages away. And she wants to - to do something. To move.]
Thank you for helping me wake up. [Her fingers smooth over his chest.] You promised me food, didn't you? [Her fingers walk down his chest, a wicked look in her eyes.] I know exactly what I want.
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I did. Would rather something be brought up or go out?
[ It would do her good to move around, but he's still unsure how easily she might tire. As loathe as he is too moves, Sephiroth does being to stir, but not before kissing the tip of her nose.]
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The city. I want to go into the city. [A beat.] My city.
[Regina climbs over him, slipping out of the bed, and strips as she goes, making her way to her closet.]
I'm tired of Evelyn taking what's mine from me. There's a lovely restaurant off the Shining Boulevard. We'll go there.
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I have no objections.
[ Somehow he manages to keep the words 'dress warmly' from slipping free. But he's thinking them. Well, they are not all he's thinking. Regina is - despite her protestations otherwise - an attractive woman. Here, alone with her, he'll let himself enjoy the sight. ]
What type of food do they make?
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[She picks through her drawers, pulling on a pair of skimpy gold and black panties, and a matching bra. Thick stockings, a dark skirt, a camisole, and a heavy sweater follow. When she grabs a pair of boots from her closet, they're knee-high, fitted leather.
Dressed, she picks up a coat, gloves, and scarf, and turns to him with a smile.]
Lots of curry. Do like spicy food?
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[ If he sounds a touch distracted, it's Regina's fault. For when she begins to pull on the stockings, his attention shifts to watching her drag them up her legs. He really shouldn't be thinking about running his hands over them, but he is. At least until he reigns his wayward brain back on track and drags his eyes from her legs where he'll not be so tempted to distraction. ]
But I'm sure it will be fine.
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But Regina, oblivious, holds out her hand to him.]
Come, then, my General. We've food to fetch, and I'm famished. [She arches her back, tugs her gloves on, and then smothers a yawn with one hand. Her gaze turns longingly toward her bed.] I could... nap a bit more...
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Eat first, take a relaxing bath, and then you can nap.
[ Then again maybe he should peel them off them and then some if she's getting sleepy already. This is going to be an interesting winter. ]
Come on, you might feel a little less like sleeping with a trip through city.
[ Her city as she'd said. ]
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[She leads him out of the room.]
Otherwise, I'll fall asleep in the tub.
[Which actually wouldn't be a terrible problem for her. The elementals would keep her alive.]
Are we flying into the city, or should I have Ahtem bring a c-car around?