((OOC: For timeline purposes this occurs sometime after “Dinner Party.”))

((Attn: Silte))

Why she decided to go out among the town for a night of males eyes upon her and nothing more than alcohol sliding down the back of her throat she didn’t know at first. But as she walked from the motel where she again left Oscar in the realization began to dawn on her. A certain Warlord Prince, one of a different world and a different mind frame had been haunting not only her dreams, but her living and wake thoughts as well. Why she had a fixation on a male that could lead to nothing good baffled her, but she did. The more she pushed thoughts of what could be only more rushed of what she wanted to be in.

But that was why she made her way to the dance club; to flood her mind with other delicious drinks and men for that fact. She needed the distraction and she needed the thrill. It had been that reason that Fae had even spoiled herself with dressing fancy and wearing expensive jewelry that once was her mothers and dressed to impress, not that she needed too. The Queen was already beautiful, adding the sparkle only made her even more tempting.

Squeezing through the overcrowded room of people dancing and mingling amongst themselves and others, Fae looked around the crowd until she found the bar. Making her way there she ordered three shots of her desired poison, taking them back without much effort before she turned to look upon the dance floor. Instinctively her hips began to sway to the beat while she waited. It had seemed like a long time since she just danced for the thrill of it, the night at the club with Ulifel the last time she danced at all.

When she couldn’t handle it anymore Fae then took off into the crowd, her heart beating faster the closer she got. It was if she was dancing for the first time again, taking the plunge into uncertainty and movements of strangers. Her breath was coming out in gasps, but she pushed herself further until she was only a few feet into the crowd, her hips stiffening a little while she felt a little trapped, feeling as if Ulifel was watching her again. Taking a step back Fae turned to leave the crowd in fear, needing more liquid courage to loosen her tense body. It wasn’t until a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the crowd that she really took the plunge. Whether she was ready or not.

The entertainer hadn't been away from his troupe for a while. It wasn't that he was bored; oh no, quite the contrary. The women had suggested - well, insisted - that he go and have some fun, and they had practically shoved him out the door, giggling at his feeble protests.

Which was how Silte ended up in an overcrowded room with people, sober and smashed alike, just dancing to the driving beat of the music. He found it interesting; the man hadn't really done this before, so he watched before diving into the massive throng, swaying just the slightest bit. If he had been listening from a professional standpoint he would have had some complaints about the music, but since he had received the order to enjoy himself, he decided to let it go and not be so critical.

While he waited the Red-Jeweled Prince decided to have a drink to loosen up a bit. For some reason unknown to him, he pointed to a random item that was being advertised, put the marks on the counter, and received his alcohol. Tasting it, he found that it was to his liking, though he couldn't tell what the heck it was made of. The name it had been given, the Snowball Smasher, didn't offer any clues.

Silte figured that he probably didn't want to know.

Sipping at the mysterious substance, the actor and dancer looked idly around the bar. One woman in particular caught his eye, and he was instantly intrigued; she just so happened to be a beautiful Green-Jeweled Queen. The man watched her down three drinks in rapid succession and disappear into the crowd, though if he looked hard enough he could make out her blond head bobbing up and down to the beat of the music.

His lips curved into a smile. Now that he had observed the dynamics of the club, it was time to dance.

Silte calmly walked over to the edge of the mob and effortlessly joined it, threading through the mass of people and accidentally bumping into almost everyone he passed. Curiously, nobody seemed to notice or care, and he soon stopped apologizing, as nobody appeared to hear him anyway.

Then he started to experiment and let loose, none of his formal training making an appearance as he swayed with the crowd. Though he didn't get quite as into it as some of the people who had their eyes closed and their arms in the air, he did move instinctively. It came as quite a shock when he found himself right next to the Queen he had spotted earlier, and from what he could see, she possessed a natural grace that showed itself in her every movement.

The music changed abruptly, and despite his earlier vow to not be quite so critical, he frowned at the lack of flow. The expression soon faded, however, when he discovered that this was a court dance, something that he was familiar with. Silte decided to have some fun. Tapping the woman gently on the shoulder, he put on his best smile and bowed dramatically. "Lady, would you care to dance with me?"

She had to admit that once she was pulled into the madness her body began to loosen. Or was it she forced it to relax until the drinks she had taken aided to help her? Either or, while the music began to pick up so did Fae’s hips while she felt out the music. It always seemed to help her with her worries or troubles, which at that moment she needed. She smiled to herself contently when she felt that freeness dancing brought her.

She didn’t know how long she had danced, but she finally opened her eyes after a moment to look around and see what everyone else was doing. Maybe she could find someone to dance with which would even make things better. She scanned the room for a moment and that’s when she noticed a Prince beside her. As she probed gently as so many others did when they were getting a feel for their dance partners, Fae found herself intrigued when she couldn’t sense his jewels. That would mean that he was darker than her Green.. and that alone was intriguing to the witch.

Then the music changed drastically and Fae found herself frowning while she was uncertain as to what she was supposed to do. People were moving and while she noticed that it was a Court dance she found herself lacking in the right knowledge of the dance. Fae liked free movement dancing.. this Court dance was far from something she knew of.

Feeling a tap to her shoulder Fae turned to see the Prince she noticed earlier. She smiled at him, his features and body one that she could appreciate greatly. When he smiled though Fae felt the warmth it brought and it tugged at the corners of her mouth harder until she gave a soft sigh. “Why of course Prince.” She said gave a small nod of acceptance. “As long as you don’t mind a girl with two left feet in this sorts of dance.”

It was the truth while Fae didn’t know too much about Court dances, never wanting to be a part of it. She could try and recall all the stuff she had been forced to pay attention too, but even then she knew she wouldn’t have been able to remember. She smiled at the Prince, holding her hand out to him, wondering if he would meet the challenge. Either way Fae held no expectations; she liked to live in the moment.

"Thank you, Lady. It is an honor. And I saw you on the floor before; even if these dances aren't quite your style of dancing, I don't really think anyone could say you have two left feet." Silte stepped in and held up his right palm for her left hand to just barely touch. Even though it was a Court dance and the two partners weren't technically supposed to touch apart from at the palms, the performer placed a gentle, guiding hand just above the woman's hip.

The dance started serenely enough, which was probably a good thing. From what he had learned, in this particular dance the partners were supposed to move as smoothly and fluidly as possible. So he started off to the left, giving them as much room as possible.

Silte noticed right away that this woman was going to need a little help, a little guidance. "Pretend you're floating," he said quietly, leaning forward and murmuring the piece of advice in the general direction of her ear. "Stand taller... taller... it's a dance of pride and grace, which I know you have." A quick smile appeared. "That was the slower version," he said after they had gone through the basic steps a few times. He took his hand off her hip and put it behind the small of his back with a mischievous grin. "Ready for the real thing?"

Now that he had finished with his little dancing lesson, he suddenly realized that he hadn't introduced himself. "Mother Night, that's the second time I've done that in less than a week," he sighed to himself with an aggrieved look that promptly turned to a slightly apologetic, introductory smile and short bow. He didn't miss a single beat of the music. "Sorry, I'm Silte Night. And who might the beautiful Lady be with whom I have the honor of dancing on this fine night?"

If it wasn’t for his good looks, it was definitely the Prince’s sweet comments that urged Fae to attempt the Court dance. She had never been about the Courts, in any way really, the only efforts she put forth in the matter when she was forced too by her parents. She still remembered the boring lunches that she was dolled up and forced to go too, and especially the ones were she was introduced to male after male that her mother and father thought would make a suitable member for her Court. Just thinking about it had her frustrated.

Which maybe was why after taking the Prince’s hand she hadn’t realized his hand was on her hip until she took the wrong step the first time. She shook her head a moment while she gave him a warm smile, quite thankful at the males quite demanding direction. Her smile turned into a grin, “And if I don’t, maybe I could borrow some of yours.” She said teasingly, while she finally got the steps in order. They weren’t really that hard, just not really her style. Fae nodded at being ready to try without his help.

Dancing the correct steps Fae gave a laugh while he introduced himself. “Thank you for the compliment Silte Night.. and the lovely dance lessons. I must say it is a first.” She gave him a snmile, “My name is Fae Saleen.” Fae turned out and added a little of her own signature to the dance while she turned back and grinned at him. “So Prince Night, do you come here often? I have to admit that there is very few males that I find can actually dance, it is quite refreshing to be around one… even if it is a boring Court dance.” She complimented and teased.

“I hope you’ll at least allow me to buy you a drink for the dance lessons afterwards.” She beamed at him, intrigued to see Silte a little more relaxed.. and little more closer to her.

A wry half-smile curved Silte's lips upward as he replied, "I'm afraid, Lady, that if I could lend my pride and grace out to people, you would sadly have arrived too late and I'd have been left a bumbling idiot not fit to dance with you. So you'll excuse me for being a little possessive of them, yes?" He did not laugh, though his eyes were clearly glinting in amusement.

He nodded encouragingly as the Queen ventured to try the steps on her own. She was a quick study, he could tell already, and was even now improvising while still managing to keep the spirit of the dance intact. Silte nodded again and smiled. "Don't thank me for the truth, Fae Saleen. And it is an honor to teach one so quick and eager to learn." Controlling his muscles, the Prince performed a series of light steps that made it look like he was walking on air as Fae turned out. It was a pleasant effect.

The leader of the Ruil returned the smile and dipped his head in thanks for the compliment. "Actually, I don't come here quite as often as I probably should. I've been in Chaillot many, many times, but this place is new to me. I travel a lot, so it must've sprung up while I was somewhere else. And I must confess I only went out tonight because the others in my business practically kicked me out at told me, in effect, to enjoy myself... or else." A puff of air escaped the Prince's lips, a little expression of combined amusement and mock annoyance. It was quickly replaced by a teasing smile. "I suppose they'll be satisfied when I tell them I danced with a beautiful, graceful lady. Much as I hate to follow orders, I must admit that it's very... relaxing? No, that's not it." A slight frown creased his forehead, disappearing when he found the right word. "Very refreshing to kick back and enjoy Chaillot."

The smile grew. "Thank you, Lady Saleen," he said, "but I hope I'll be allowed to return the favor?" A thought crossed his mind. "One thing. I'm probably better off not knowing, but do you happen to know what goes into the Snowball Smasher? I had one of those earlier, and it was good, but unrecognizable. Now I'm morbidly curious."

The song ended, and Silte found himself standing directly in front of his dance partner, palms touching. Before the music changed, the Prince grinned wickedly. "Let's see if I can have a little fun," he said, sending a psychic request to the musicians as well as saying it aloud: "How about Savien's Ballad?" Then he heard the people in the club take up the cry, while the instrumentalists tried to make up something, anything, to prevent them from having to play it. The song was long and complicated, and almost legendary to its listeners, simply because of the tricky chords and rhythms. "You know it?" he asked casually, holding his hands out in an offer to dance; that is, if the musicians decided to play it.

They didn't, much to everyone's disappointment. Instead they made the feeble excuse that it was time for their break and opened the microphones to anyone who wished to sing or play in a sort of karaoke style, except without any background music. "Shall we?" Silte asked playfully, seeing as nobody else seemed too keen on the idea. The words were playful enough that Fae could decline laughingly if she chose without risking compromising her dignity, but the Prince sincerely hoped that she would rise to the challenge.

Fae liked the Prince quite a bit. From his dancing, to good looks and his simple charm with words and teasing, Fae was entertained and that was good when it came to the Queen. She found him refreshing to say the least and while her mind had dragged towards confusing Warlord Prince’s before, now it was simply stuck on Silte. She may have questioned it if she had noticed, but in that moment Fae was glued to the Prince.

She was intrigued though to find that he hadn’t come to the place often. With his foot work and natural confidence it seemed like Silte knew the club well enough. She smiled at him though and couldn’t help but laugh. “Well please thank them for their pushiness. It was my gain.” Fae said while she wondered more about the Prince. What drew him to travel as much as he seemed to state he did and why it was that if he didn’t like to take orders he had done so that night? Maybe he needed it and didn’t realize? Fae’s natural instincts as a Queen perked up a bit while she smiled at him, naturally wanting to make sure he did enjoy himself. “Especially coming from a.. “ Fae bit her lip as if trying to remember his words about her though knowing them perfectly. “A beautiful.. and graceful Lady. I’m sure that will get you off the hook once or twice with their need for you to relax next time. Though I do hope you will let me make sure that you are.. relaxed by the end of your evening.” Her words were the truth and could be taken in many ways. Ways in which Fae was more than up for, but she waited to see what part of him responded.

Fae’s eyebrows arched while he stated an unknown drink to her and then another unknown dance. She looked around at the crowd who seemed to want it as well, the dance at least, but seemed to have not received as the band then took off, leaving Fae still in the dark. “I’m afraid I don’t..” She said while her eyes wandered, catching his effort for another dance while her hands drew naturally to his, maybe wanting another lesson from him. She looked at him though while it seemed it was the audience’s turn to sing. Fae could only grin while he tempted her at something she loved to do and did very well. She could have been famous for her singing, most had said, though the Queen didn’t want that kind of attention. She liked attention, yes, but she more so liked freedom, which didn’t come hand in hand when everyone knew your face and voice.

“We shall. But after I try this drink you are curious to know about. I’d like to know what it tastes like itself.” She said, her body leaning while she placed her hands on Silte’s chest and giving his lower lip and light tug with her teeth. “After a few drinks and other’s take the stage, we will sing.” She said after pulling away and taking his wrist upon her hand. “I am a good singer Prince, as well as a good drinker. I do hope that pride of yours can handle it.” She said smiling, before tugging him through the crowd towards the bar. Oh how she enjoyed nights like this.

When they reached the bar, Fae let go of Silte while she leaned in as the bartender came to take their order. Whispering that she would like three shots of each to start off with considering their jewels he then took off to get them, leaving Fae to turn and lean her elbows on the top of the bar while she looked at him. “So what do I get if I find out the mysterious contents of this drink I just ordered us?” She teased, wondering what she would get though if she did. “Another dance? Though I hope not another Court one, or would I get something from you that may make me warm inside and slightly anxious?” She said tugging at Silte’s shirt to draw him closer, just as their drinks had arrived.

Taking one of the shot glasses in hand, Fae waited for Silte to respond. “To relaxing and enjoyable nights in Chaillot.” She said waiting for him to agree before she would take the shot. It was then that she realized her night had just begun.

((OCC: Let me know if you have enough/what I kind of assumed was okay. ))

Silte smirked a little as Fae pretended to try to remember what he'd only just told her. She was cute; adorable, really, biting her lip like that. "I'll be sure to thank them," he replied quietly, figuring it would be easiest not to explain the entire situation, that it was the women in his troupe who had practically kicked him out of the inn. She might get the wrong idea; besides, it would require a full introduction, and at least for now he wanted to remain anonymous. His resolve not to tell her at that point in time strengthened tenfold at her comment about relaxation, and he let out a deep, rolling chuckle. "I certainly look forward to that, Lady," he whispered, the tiniest hint of heat creeping into his voice. What the hell, why not? She'd started it.

Shock stamped itself on his features when she shook her head. "You don't know Savien's Ballad?" he asked incredulously, then hummed a few lines. "Still unfamiliar? How in the name of Hell... what...." For once in his life the performer was speechless, utterly flabbergasted at this. All across Terreille he'd played and sung that song, and every time he'd heard the audience cheer in recognition, then silence themselves in anticipation. Even at the Winsol ball many people from Kaeleer had recognized the haunting melodies and chords. "Okay, okay... hold on... I have it here somewhere...." Silte, being a musician, always vanished certain pieces of music just in case he'd have to perform. Because it was long, complicated, and popular, "Savien" was one piece that he always had handy. So he called in various piles of sheet music and rifled through them, muttering all the while about how nobody's education was complete without having heard this particular song. After about three stacks of music he found what he was looking for. "Aha! Told you. Okay. Here it is. Ah shit...." The papers had flown everywhere, and he quickly vanished them before too many people noticed. "And people say I'm graceful. You, Fae Saleen, may have just found a way to borrow some of my grace after all," he told her, pulling a dramatic, wry face. "Anyway, keep this. It has a wonderful soprano and alto part. I have many more."

He was extremely relieved at the change of subject, and very happy that she had accepted his offer to sing. The Prince was just about to answer when she tugged at his lip with her teeth. "My my, you do progress quickly, don't you?" he teased laughingly, pleased at this witch who surprised him so easily. It was nice, every once in a while, to have everything you thought you had learned about short-lived women - and men too, though it had been longer since he had flirted quite so openly with one - pulled away and ripped to shreds. The male allowed himself to be led over to the bar, grinning cheekily. "Oh, is that a challenge?" he mock-snarled, imitating a Warlord Prince, before grinning again. "My pride has grown so much that a blow to it would probably do me some good," he confessed. "But I have to warn you that I could say the same."

After she had ordered the drinks, Silte listened to her melodious voice, his eyebrows rising in surprise. It seemed like she was doing a little more than hinting at something specific, so he decided to play along. It took all of his skill as an actor to turn his face away a tiny bit, smirk, and raise one eyebrow mysteriously; really he wanted nothing more than to throw his head back and laugh aloud.

The timing of the drinks was perfect. With the same smile, he took his first shot in his own hand, raised it, and dipped his head in agreement. After downing it, he leaned in a little bit and murmured seductively, "In an answer to your previous question, Lady, I'd be more than happy to... dance... with you." The significant pauses were there to let her know that the dance floor wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Then he added in a growl, his eyes growing hooded, sleepy, and satisfied, "And I think, my naughty little Queen, that you'll be more than a little warm and anxious by the end of it."

[OOC: Is this going to go all Mature Content on us? O.O ]

It was merely a dance.

A dance between personalities.. a dance between comfort levels.. a dance between skill and most of all a dance between bodies. Which by their first interaction Fae seemed an obvious chemistry, but the second she couldn’t pin point. There was much interaction, but in a way she wasn’t used too. Court dances were what the Queen was not used too, slightly familiar with, but in the sense one never really truly wanted to remember. The comfort she felt with Silte while he instructed her and such in a dance was different.. she had never had anyone tell her how to dance.

She could tell though that music was part of his soul just as dance was a part of hers as papers appeared and she looked oddly at them. She had never heard of it though she thought it adorable while he try to show her. When the papers scattered, even Fae found her eyes looking around sadly before he vanished them safely. She smiled at Silte for more reasons that one as she accepted the sheets of paper from him. “I’m sure you do Prince, thank you. It is a wonderful gift.” Fae said kind heartedly as she held it to her chest a few moments before vanishing it, interested to have it played out. Another time though she thought to herself.

She was never one for true feelings. Feelings one felt in the moment, yes. Otherwise she pushed them away as quickly as they came and found other topics, which the Queen did. She grinned at him, “I do hope you like quick studies,” she said before leading him off. It was the way Fae was. Teasing, charming and well up to most occasion. She had an idea of how the night would progress with the male and while most wiches may shy away she didn’t. She had enough complicated evenings as it is. She needed to relax, and the Prince seemed like just the right male to do so with.

Everything else worked out as if timed. His comment responding to her and her grin responding his before the drinks came and her playful banter had been expressed. They took the first shot together which had the Queen eyeing him just as before while he leaned in towards her. She smiled at his words.. at his.. substitution of words. He was a lovely male who played along and that alone Fae enjoyed. Then the growl of words came as much as her body wanted to jump, it was only her emotions that did. Fae’s eyes bore into the Prince’s while she smiled greatly at him. He was definitely a man she should play with.. figuratively saying and in other means..

“Naughty little Queen?” She asked with a sarcastic squeak in her voice. Her eyes never left his though as she playfully bit her lip, “Where would you get that idea from?” She said before she grinned at him, moving little closer so they were inches away from one another. “I do hope you live up to those words Prince. Words like those get a girls blood pumping..” She said while she took Silte’s hand and grew it up her thigh and dress, “I’m already warm and anxious..” She grinned at him while pulling his hand away completely.

“I do hope things aren’t little as well Prince.” She said while she downed the next and waited for him to do the same as another few came. “I think it is time we sing though, duet of course.” She smiled at him, urging another drink which she took. “What do you think?” She asked with lust and a sparkle in her eye. He was mixing alcohol with everything she loved. It would be a wild night.

Oh boy. It looked like Fae Saleen wanted to play. Well, Silte himself certainly didn't mind that they had gone a little beyond the level of flirting. "Hmm, I don't know where I got that idea, Fae," he said, his brow knitting in mock concentration. "I guess I can't really pinpoint it. Just a gut feeling, maybe?" He flashed a smile at her at her next words. Oh, yes, he had every intention of living up to his words, now that he knew she was up for it as well. But before he knew it, his hand was pressed between her hand and her thigh, and with an innocent look he lightly brushed his fingers against her silky skin, something he had learned could rapidly induce a spontaneous shiver if the woman was receptive enough. "Really, Lady? Warm and anxious? I can't tell," he said, his face still the model of innocence even as he gently stroked her inner thigh, barely allowing his fingertips to touch her. When his hand was pulled away he grinned, devilishly this time, as he had noticed that the bartender was surreptitiously glancing over, and the poor man's pants suddenly looked a little too tight. It was turning out to be a fun night after all.

Any stubborn doubts that might have remained were swept out of the corners of his mind at her remark about size. A delicate eyebrow arched upwards. "Oh, I assume you'll find out soon enough," he said casually, airily. It definitely seemed as if the certain "things" she had mentioned were beginning to enlarge, not quite enough to be so obvious, but it was a noticeable change to anyone observant enough to pick it up. The alcohol he was consuming certainly didn't hurt, and while most of it was being burned off by his Jewels, Silte was beginning to feel a warm buzz that went through his entire body and settled, shall we say, below the belt.

After a final shot of some interesting mix of liquors, the performer stood and grinned. "Yes, Lady, we shall sing. It seems as if the others are flagging a little bit, doesn't it?" Indeed, someone with a voice like a cat in heat was at the microphone, much to the enjoyment of few and the consternation of many. Holding out his hand, he decided to try something a little different, and spun her in, loosely capturing her with her back against his chest. He had crossed her wrists in front of her, but left her enough wiggle room that she could easily break free if she so chose. Smiling, Silte rested his chin gently on the Queen's shoulder before placing a light, fluttering kiss in the slight hollow just below the left side of her hairline. His warm breath caressed her ear as he asked, "What would you like us to sing? What kind of song did you have in mind?"

In the spirit of their newfound relationship, Silte implied teasingly that "song" could have a slightly different meaning than the one normally associated with the word - one that involved vocalizations, intense enjoyment, and possibly beds and pillows. But he was being at least partially serious, for how were they to perform a duet without knowing what the heck they were going to sing?

[OOC: sorry it's short, didn't know quite what else to say. I hope it's okay that I moved Fae around a little bit; if not please let me know.]

The one thing that Fae loved most about Silte was his charm. Between the smiles, his words and his insinuations, it was enough to have the Queen smiling and wanting to just surround herself by that carefree personality of his that remembered her so much of her own. Even as she pushed his hand up her dress, he responded and teased in such a gentleman manner it had Fae leaning in while a grin upon her lips. “If you can’t tell Prince, then maybe I should show you in more ways.” She said before she broke that contact between them, giving her a few seconds before her skin shivered with lust and contentment. She was definitely intrigued.

Again as her teases progressed so did his while mentioning that within the end of the night Fae would find the very answers that she had shown interest on. Maybe. She thought, though it was looking more and more promising just being around him. She continued to take her drinks down until she felt that it was time to get to the singing, seeing as he had asked her too in the first place. She nodded at his comment before taking his hand and finding the spin he gave her refreshing. A warm hearted laugh filled the air she found herself pinned with her back towards to the Prince. She just smiled delightfully while her wrists were crossed, but playfully. It was however the kiss Silte made her neckline that she purred a little while her eyes couldn’t help but turn to his as he beckoned the song she had suggested.

They could sing.. or they could do things that were more fun while singing. She pondered for awhile, the sudden image of a good tumbling between the sheets with Silte and then singing in the shower together. She smiled at that thought before her rear pushed against the right parts so she moved free, turning around with a grin upon her lips. “These people aren’t worthy of our talents, don’t you think?” She said before she reached out and took Silte’s hand, entwining her fingers with his before moving forward before she was inches away from his face. “The best audience is one that appreciates it.” She said as the Queen drew out from within her as she remembered her favorite park that she wanted to take Silte too and show. They could sing to the stars, the animals and anyone else who was around. She smiled at him warmly and excitedly.

“I know of a place. Are you willing?” She said with a little giggle afterwards, not just following her to the park the issue. If he was willing for other things, she surely was. Who could blame her?

((OCC: She'd take them to an open field if he goes ))

Silte couldn't help but suck in his breath when Fae maneuvered herself out of his grasp. It wasn't so much the fact that she broke free as it was the manner in which she did so, and as much as he loved to make a scene in public places, he at least liked to be the one to decide to make a scene. This short-lived Chaillotean woman was pushing all sorts of buttons that hadn't been pushed in far too long, so his reaction to her teasing wasn't quite as controlled as usual. Despite this - or maybe even because of it - he found himself smiling at the Queen. He was enjoying himself.

The Prince raised his eyebrows at her admission of disdain. "Of course they are," he argued playfully, then amended with a grin, "but only if they're paying customers. So I guess they're not tonight." Suddenly she was very close, and he was all too aware of her proximity. He could even feel her body heat despite the close, stifling heat of the club.... "I agree entirely," he murmured in response, seeing just how close together they were. It would be a damn shame if he missed out on this particular activity right now, especially because their later activities would probably be a little too violent and active to focus on anything else. So he quickly leaned in (not that he had to do that much work to do so) and gave her a short and mischievous, but nevertheless passionate and intense, kiss. "Honestly, do you really need to ask?" he replied. "Of course."

He heard cheers and catcalls behind him and spun around accusingly. Apparently there had been many, many eavesdroppers throughout the night looking for any signs of action. The glare of a Red-Jeweled Prince was not something to be taken lightly, and most of the people were cowed, so Silte decided to have some fun with them. He casually draped his arm over his companion's shoulders and began to speak severely. "Now, now," he began, using his very best schoolmaster tone of voice, "the Lady and I will engage in nothing but the most chaste of activities tonight, is that clear?" However, his position belied his words, as his left hand was suspiciously near the Queen's left breast. Someone snickered. "And what are you laughing at?" he demanded, turning his head to verbally berate the man as his hand inched the slightest bit further down. At this point most of the people had gotten the irony of the situation and there was much chuckling. Angling himself toward Fae with a bewildered look, he shook his head and said, mock-bemusedly, "Really, darling, I can't understand why they titter at such an innocent display of mutual affection." By now his hand was brushing against her chest and the crowd departed, laughing, and some were even brave enough to pat the Prince on the back.

Fae was a little taken back at first when the Warlord Prince seemed to disagree with her. Her eyebrow rose curiously as to what his reasoning was behind why the people.. the strangers around did deserve to hear the melodies of two singers. Fae knew she could hold her own in a song and while she hadn’t heard Silte sing the sheets of music he had flying around earlier was proof enough. He was a musician and so was she and in most times Fae wouldn’t have hesitated in giving a good performance. However, that didn’t mean she had to all the time. She was actually looking forward to a private duet if Silte followed, maybe more so it was the private part of it all she was excited about, but either way though she was excited.

However, then as his further words turned the statement around Fae smiled, liking the close proximity again. “I’m glad you agree then.” Was all Fae could find herself to speak before she found her lips upon Silte’s, suddenly but pleasantly. Responding as any woman could in such a heated and quick kiss Fae just looked at him curiously for a moment, wishing for as he had pulled away. “Just wanted to make sure.” Was all she said before she leaned in and wrapped her arm around his neck so that as she placed her lips upon his again her fingers could run through his short hair. She kissed him hard and passionately, enough that when she pulled away they would both need a little air.

“Lets go.” She managed to whisper before she as well as Silte noticed the cheers around them. Looking around curiously when it all dawned on her Fae couldn’t help but drawn her hand to her lips to stifle her laugh. Apparent they had had an audience that night.. not that she really minded. Fae first of all noticed the glare that Silte was giving people as she shifted towards him naturally before she welcomed the arm around her. She wasn’t about to mess with a darker jeweled Warlord Prince when he was feeling territorial over her. She actually kind of liked when he fussed over her.

Fae smiled at first at his words but then turned her head up to look at him with a grin, “Chaste hm? Maybe I’ve got the wrong male then.” She playfully teased as the crowd around gave a laugh. It seemed though that Silte wasn’t taking kindly to all of the laughter coming their way, Fae not even realizing the placement of his hand around her. She turned to calm him when it was then she felt the first brush of his hand to her breast. Her head turned backed and she then realized but the other laughter was about before Silte turned back to look at her, obviously not noticing what he was doing. She just grinned at him for a moment, “I believe everyone is waiting for you to actually feel me up a bit publicly.” She said as she nodded towards her breast that he had brushed again.

People were patting him on the back and Fae just laughed before she found it too tempting and she just pushed the Warlord Prince’s hand to her breast, giving all those people what they wanted. People cheered and Fae just laughed as they finally found the exit which she then pulled Silte out into the cold air. She laughed again as she pulled away from him, already starting in the direction towards the park. “You have brought me much amusement tonight Prince, I thank you for that.” She grinned at him, not being able to stop the spin she made as the air cooled her heated skin. When she turned back to Silte she knew it was because of him and the bar combined, but more so him. She grinned at him foolishly, “Just remember though, the next time you want a free feel you’re going to have to work a little harder.” Fae then headed towards the park, letting the attractive male follow happily.

When they finally broke the second kiss he gasped a little in laughter, his pupils dilated from lack of oxygen. "Mother Night, you'll kill us both at this rate," he teased. "Or is that what you had in mind - two people lying unconscious wherever we're going? Waking up and agreeing that fainting had never been so much fun?" Of course, Silte was far from fainting, but he couldn't resist the little good-humored jibe.

Silte played deaf to most of the Queen's comments, but one towards the end presented an opportunity far too good to pass up. "Feel you up?" he asked in feigned horrified astonishment. "My dear Lady, why would I ever do such a thing? How could you even suggest something so crude?" The hand near her breast crept lower and he gave it a little squeeze - that is, before Fae pulled his hand directly onto her breast. Finally he smiled; it was too difficult to keep his dignified expression intact any longer.

Following her outside, he laughed, using his dancer's grace to silence is footsteps and lightly capture her shoulders. "Harder? A pleasure, Lady.... Fae." Meanwhile, something else was stirring as he lightly massaged her shoulders, pressing himself against her, his breathing growing the slightest bit unsteady. Mother Night, it had been far too long.

After walking with his body so close to hers for a few steps, Silte released the Queen, focusing mainly on getting himself to wherever they were going without tripping over his own feet. She wasn't making it any easier for the Prince. He shivered, partly with the unexpected cold, partly with anticipation.

When she finally stopped, the man looked around curiously. An open field? Under the stars? Trust a Queen to want to spend her most intimate and private moments as close to the land as possible. Well, at this point Silte was too focused on the heavy thing between his legs to care too much about anything else, and he had never been shy.

The Prince walked up the Fae and smiled before kissing her hard, pressing his body against hers once more, letting him feel his flatness, his edges, his subtle and not-so-subtle curves. He was nothing if not a tease, so he slipped his agile, calloused hands under the bottom of her dress, and instead of touching her at the juncture of her thighs, went right past them and ever so lightly ran his fingernails up and down her back, feeling her supple muscles and sleekly curved bones. During his brief stint with Savia he'd perfected this technique, and it had never failed to infuriate her.

After what seemed like an age Silte opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to trace across her lower lip and to the corner of her mouth, probing lightly, then with the slightest bit more force. He also pressed his warm hands suddenly against her shoulderblades, the dress now gathered just above her waist. Always the tease, the Red-Jeweled Prince lowered his hands again, trailing them down her back, over her hip bones, and down to her inner thighs... and no further, keeping them impossibly, maddeningly close to the center of her desires without once grazing them across her most private of spots.

He smiled wickedly into the kiss. Oh yes, torturing this witch with pleasure would be fun indeed.

He was just a kind hearted male or was flirt the better word to describe Silte? Fae found the later was more appropriate for the Prince and even more so as his playful words escaped his mouth even when he teased her breast. She just looked at him with a grin before she gave him a full experience of what grasping her breast really felt like, which thankfully and finally really shut him up about it all. Fae just smiled back at Silte as the crisp night air found its way upon her heated skin.

Feeling Silte’s hands upon her shoulders, Fae didn’t so much as slow down or turn around as she headed towards the park. She was pleasantly happy with his words and his eagerness. “Please.. just call me Fae.” She said her eyes briefly closing as his hands worked her shoulders, well enough that her pace slowed down and she let a little purr escape her lips. The night really was shaping up to be a good one.

Then they were in the open field which Fae didn’t need to open her eyes to know so. However, even as she pulled them further a bit into she turned to see what Silte thought of the whole idea, which as he closed the distance between them and smiled she considered a firm liking to where they are. What truly sealed the deal though was when Silte pulled Fae hard against him with a heated and more than passionate kiss. Running her hands up along his chest and shoulders, Fae responded in more than just one way as she kissed Silte back, feeling the hardness of his body and of things that were definitely harder than others.

Feeling what she was just one thing to get the Queen’s skin warmed, but as his hands fell upon her bear skin, that was a whole different story. Snaking her arms around his neck as her fingers playfully ran through his hair, she leaned in more than enough times to give the Prince more room to maneuver than he seemed to be taking. She kissed him harder, but it wasn’t until the playful nature of his tongue ventured even into giving him more than playful.. but infuriately teasing hands Fae groaned as she realized just how literal the Prince had taken her words of working harder. Fae loved to play games and she was quite impressed at how long even the Prince had restrained himself, but the Queen had had enough games for the night.

Pulling away from Silte completely Fae’s eyes sparkled with excitement as her hands twisted behind her to unzip her dress. Taking her time to do so, Fae let it fall around her ankles as she stood practically naked in front of him wearing nothing but her underwear. Stepping back towards Silte she vanished his shirt while running her hands up his bare chest this time until her upper body was pressed against his and her lips were near his ear. “If you keep teasing me Prince then you won’t get to have me.” Pulling away, Fae began to unbutton his pants, leaving much room for him to proceed with his own game.