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The more she thought about it... the more Relm was proud Keme attracted that kind of attention. His looks deserved to be admired. After all, was that not at least part of why she painted him? Others could admire him... from a distance.

Chuckling softly Relm shook her head, picking up her bahklava with her fingers as she did. "Yeah. Yeah I am. And I do want it. Thoughts have been running away with me, is all." Giving Keme a wink she bit into the flakey, sticky pastry. She had to lick her lips to catch honey and a flake of the paper thin "breading" that got stuck there. Her eyes closed partially as she savord the bite. "Delicious."

Suddenly Relm was very, very glad she had only partially closed her eyes. She giggled, watching Keme's eyes widen then the blush that easily showed through his white fur. She felt extremely thrilled -letting herself believe that she was the cause of such a reaction... hoping she was. Opening one eye almost fully Relm purred softly as she reached out to lightly touch his blue furred arm. "Slow down, Hummer. No hurry. Taste and enjoy. I'd hazzard a guess it tastes even better than it smells. Am I right?"

Watching, she took another bite of her dessert. If she was right and Keme's rection was from her licking her lips, Relm could hardly wait to see what happened when she licked her fingers!

Maybe she would let him... Forcing control before her breathing went out of whack again the pictomancer followed her own advice & slowly continued to enjoy her bahklava. There was a certain something to be said for anticipation. Relm just worried where the line of too much anticipation might lie.

Relm was not thinking about her blonde sister's theories about sweet foods and... other things. She was not!! So she tried to convince herself & failing miserably. Her bahklava was sweet & crunchy & nutty... -thank goodness there was a table between them so that her gaze could not continue where it fell- and sticky. And the way Keme licked his icing off his fork... if he was AearHwesta she might have suspected Keme of more but Relm new he was being totally innocent. Which totally turned her on.

She continued to force herself to eat clowly, very grateful when Mister Petrov stopped by with a tall glass of cold milk for each of them with a smile. Relm was glad of the excuse of having a bite in her mouth at the time... wait, was that a knowing wink the old man gave her beau?!? It took all her lifetime of playing the innocent to keep her eyes from going wide, choking or gaping & to pretend that she had seen nothing.

Trembling a little Relm licked her lips very slowly and reached with her clean hand for the milk to take a long drink. She was not trying to be sultry, though part of her realized her actions might look to be so. She was moving slowly to keep herself from making a complete fool of herself & embarrassing them both. The next bite would be her last...

Espers! What's wrong with me today?

She was not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that Keme completely missed the meaning behind the shopkeeper's wink. If only she had been the one innocent of its intent! But Relm knew too much... saw too much...

And Keme excited her far, far too much.

Green eyes studdied the bite in her hand a moment, trying not to think of Keme licking his lips and the way his tongue had moved -and failing miserably. Popping the bite into her mouth she struggled with her next internal debate: lick her fingers and look the seductress or ask him to & erase all doubt.

Relm did not want to play the seductress, although she was beginning to feel certain she could. Never before had such a thought really crossed her mind. The closest was the tongue-in-cheek teases she had nearly tried to bait Seifer & Sefirex with the day she had met them in the woods. But that was completely different. That was infatuation and playing a game. This was Keme. The one she loved. The sweetest, most handsome...

She swallowed her bite & popped first one sticky finger in her mouth, than the other. Maybe when we get back I could give him a backrub... that's simple, innocent... and I'll be able to have my hands all over Keme's glorious back... Her eyes started to close.

Relm felt confused, powerful, & elated all at once. She was tempted to look towards the young woman who had eyed her man & see the other's rection to the effect she had on him. Yet at the same time she was terrified. What kind of game are you playing, Relm Arrowny? Are you playing a game at all? That she was not scared her all the more. A game she would know how to proceed. Sighing she sipped her milk, eyes never leaving Keme's backside though she tried in vain to pull her gaze away.

Mister Petrov wore a broad grin as Keme approached the counter, standing there as if he had been waiting for him. Which, he was. He did not care who saw his expression either. He had lived a long, mostly happy life and had learned that although other people & their opinions were important (especially in his line of work) it was unwise to try to live one's life worrying about what they might think. Better to live, and enjoy.

So he grinned at the audio before him shamelessly and rang up the order -at a very low price. The look in his sparkling eyes warned Keme not to argue with him. "You had best be taking Miss Relm home direct way, Tovarish. ...She's yours."

Although Relm did not hear anything of the exchange between Keme & Ivan Petrov she did see the looks the hummingbird male received. She felt hot inside but kept the smirk of pride from her face and opting for a more neutral one where the other females were concerned. Why fight them when she knew Keme was hers?

Withdrawing her gloves from her pocket Relm pulled them on, then smiled with love up at the much taller male -a light brown curl slipping from underneath her beret. "Yes. Very ready."

Standing she slipped her arm into the crook of Keme's elbow so he could lead them both to the door... having no idea how her words would fit wiith what Ivan had told him so perfecttly. If asked she would not be able to deny it either.

"Dosvidanya, tovarishs!" Ivan called merrily after them, laughter in his voice. "And thank you again, Miss Relm for the lovely mural!" Relm ducked her head slightly in modesty as that was revealed and blew the old man a kiss before they walked out the door. She had so many things to say, and coiuld not find the words to voice anything.

Her heart leapt. "Me too. Though I don't mind the winter really. Especially with you around. Cold is perfect for cuddling... you don't get too warm...."

Relm leaned her head against his arm, her body where they touched feeling almost too warm as she spoke it. But it was a good warm. Exactly the type of warm she was speaking of. Almost. Closing her eyes for a moment she breathed deeply and was rewarded with Keme's scent filling her nose, then head, then body. He smelled so very male and it thrilled her.