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If You Want a Lover

The crowd has gotten thicker and happier; they swirl about the couple in rowdy, joyous welcome. Food, drink, and hugs are enthusiastically offered; it's clear if Sura accepts Roy so, then he's definitely welcome. Roy is in his element here and he grins at the people that have gathered in all their splendiferousness, though he feels he's with the most splendiferous one of all. His thoughts show in the way he struts and the way he looks down at Suraksha in the torchlit moonlight; most of all, it shows in the way he dances with her. The musicians are already swinging into a joyous tune and he slides into movement seamlessly, leading Suraksha into an unfamiliar dance, guiding her with subtle touches and cues. His eyes are gleaming down at her, knowing she'll be good at anything as exuberant, joyous, and sensual as zydeco dancing.

Suraksha grins with fierce delight up at Roy, happy to dance with him all he'd like -- and in a setting where they can both be their truest selves. She swiftly realizes he's teaching her with movement instead of verbal direction, and Roy can almost see her throw herself with enthusiasm into learning the dance. Her long ebony hair and her brilliant skirts swirl about her as she sways lithely next to Roy, following his lead, and her eyes shine as brightly as her teeth when she laughs exuberantly, tossing her head back as the music speeds up and the caller gives a Rebel yell of encouragement.

The king whoops and laughs as the dance goes on. It's obvious he's been doing this quite a long time, and he's loving guiding Suraksha through the steps -- especially when he has a chance to step close to her or guide her through some of the eat-a-beat steps. There's never a time when he's not touching her, and he seems to know just where to stroke to leave a little tingle of sensation behind. When Roy starts swinging his hips along with the swift syncopation, Sura's eyes light up a bit. She's almost purring with pleasure, her lips parted in a grin as she starts relaxing into the dance with the ease of a fine athlete, and her loose-hipped sway -- along with the occasional teasing shoulder shimmies -- as she dances tends to brush against Roy from time to time... rather deliciously suggestively, in fact!

Sura's not attempting any focusing of her aura at all; despite that her joy and warmth and sensual excitement are nearly bursting from her, and her sheer happiness at Roy's closeness is palpable to anyone who looks. The king has regressed almost completely to his Creole boyhood by now and he's whooping along with the music. There's a grace in the dance, but it's not a slow, languid sort of grace. It's a quick grace -- just like a snake striking, but more hypnotic. He throws his head back and laughs, pulling her close by the hips so their bodies are moving together in the quick, intricate foot movements and the tipping and rocking of the hips and knees.

When the dance ends he takes her hand and twirls her first out to arm's length -- only to reel her back in and pull her close against his body, grinning down at her. His pulse is up and his breathing is quick, lips honing in to kiss her hungrily. Suraksha rises up on her bare toes just as hungrily for him, her hands reaching to tangle in his hair and her panting laugh warm against his heated skin. She shifts and rubs against him as she kisses, with slow, serpentine grace, her tongue a light flicker against his lips as she almost purrs into him, drinking up his arousal and enjoyment in return. There are several knowing grins, and a few, "awwww!"s from around them.

Roy laughs and scoops her up with hands on the backs of her thighs, "Whooeee! You learn quick, cherie! Let's get us a drink before you burn me completely up." He's already heading off the dance floor and toward the beer. Suraksha's laugh is another throaty purr, and she wraps her legs about Roy's waist, her hands on his shoulders. She tosses her head and leans back enough to joyously flash Roy another excellent view of her lovely cleavage. She feels almost drunk on his desire for her, and the enthusiastic, honest excitement of the crowd.

Suraksha is feeling oddly intoxicated this lovely, moonlit night. She's not had anything alcoholic to drink yet, and yet her horizon seems to sway occasionally. It must be due to being on the river, she thinks, and she giggles tipsily, leaning to run her tongue in a slow, purring stroke along Roy's strong throat. Roy mms warmly, breathing in the scent of her hair as she wraps herself around him, "Woah-nellie, cherie. I intend to dance with at least half the girls here. Don't go tryin' to distract me."

Suraksha murmurs absently, "You do? Awwww! Don't I get some dancin' too, tasty man?" She giggles again, then interestedly nibbles on his ear, still wrapped snugly all around him, "You taste this won'erful all over, mmm?" She adds in a warm whisper, her lips brushing her lover's already sensitized skin, "Wanna dance for you too t'night!"

Roy actually growls slightly and says, "Keep askin' questions you already know the answer to. Or you havin' a memory breakdown? Need remindin'?" He's grinning as he says it, setting Sura down on the edge of a table near where there are barrels of various beverages, grabbing ale for himself and wine for her, "What kinda dancin' you plannin' on exhibitin', lovely?"

Suraksha laughs at that, warm and knowing, and leans back on her hands, making sure he's getting a lovely eyeful of her cleavage. As she gazes in inviting, sultry heat at Roy from beneath her dark lashes, she does a slow shoulder shimmy -- making her breasts shimmy deliciously as well, of course -- and purrs, "Belly dancin', pretty man! Seen it b'fore? 'S awful yummy."

Joe, walking by just as Sura shimmied, stares so wide-eyed that he stumbles and nearly spills his drink. He flushes hotly, mumbling, "'Scuse me, ma'am," and hastens away. Sura laughs, not unkindly, and tosses her head back so Roy can see the slender column of her throat as she purrs, "Take care there, Joe!"

Roy's brows go up and he replies, "Maybe once or twice, but I'm always up for watchin' you movin'." He hands her the wine glass and leans in to kiss the corner of her jaw, just beneath her ear, "I promise that the last dance I dance tonight will be with you. 'Course, that might mean I only dance a couple more times. I think I can live wi' that, though."

Suraksha has a sip of her wine, her free hand coming up to tangle gently in Roy's hair as he kisses her -- then she sets the glass aside and laughs again as she puts her arms about Roy's neck, her eyes glowing golden, wide and joyous in the torchlight, "C'mon, handsome -- wanna dance s'more!"

Joe laughs, still a little flushed but good-natured about it. The king watches him go with a grin, "Think that sounds like a beauteous idea, cherie. 'Cause you shimmy like that one more time and I'm gonna not make it back to the dance floor." He moves to offer his elbow, deep eyes dancing with gentle teasing.

Suraksha laughs again with infectious glee, then takes Roy's arm and bounces lightly onto her toes. When they get back to the dance floor, Jacko and Sabrina are dancing. It's a very graceful and measured dance; old and lovely. Sura brightens at sight of Sabrina dancing, and slides smoothly onto the dance floor with Roy. Her fluid waltzing is less a stately procession, however, and more a subtle seduction -- Roy can feel her occasionally swaying her hip against him on the swirling pirouettes, and her fingernails tease lightly along the delicate skin behind his ears. Her eyes are flashing fiery red-gold as she grins mischievously up at him, like a feral thing, and her parted lips gleam as she laughs with soft pleasure when he shivers at her touch.

Though Roy's preferred mode of dance is the more improvisational zydeco and swing, he is quite good at the more stately dances as well. Of course, his Creole soul comes through and there are little flourishes to his waltzing that make it quite unique. Combined with Suraksha's teasing and embellishments, it turns a dance that many find stodgy into something as smolderingly hot as a brothel tango. The fact that Roy is watching and touching her with very true and very intent hunger might have something to do with it as well.

Suraksha is feeling astonishingly heated herself as well! Her grin up at him as the dance finishes is dangerously wicked, and she runs her tongue along her full lips in almost breathless pleasure. Her eyelashes half cover her smoky bedroom eyes as she murmurs -- more like growls, really, "Wanna dance for you now, sweet man. Go sit?" She points as she pushes him gently towards some cushions where Sna'tha and Ohkwari are seated as well, then turns and claps her hands together once as she calls out a request to the musicians. There's a ragged cheer and some encouraging yells at that, and as the musicians grin and shift a bit, two other women step out of the crowd. Roy's seen them before, although they've not been introduced to him: tall, athletic, and always heavily armed. Tonight they're dressed more like Sura -- although from the powerfully confident way they move, it would be no surprise to see them produce hidden weapons from their swirling skirts or heavy wrist bangles.

Roy pretends to stumble backward, grinning as he sprawls out between the sidhe and the bear-man, legs crossed at the ankles as he leans back on his elbows. It's a posture and position that show him off to rather good advantage and also affords him a nice, unobstructed view of the dancefloor. Around him, Suraksha's people are grinning -- they've seen her dance before; they're entertainers as much as they are carters or transportation or anything else. But this is different. This is a dance where she wants her body to speak truth rather than sweetly crafted illusions. Ohkwari smiles, handing the king a mug of ale, and Sna'tha laughs, leaning so Roy can hear her over the noise of the crowd, "You seem to have really lit her up tonight!"

The men are applauding and yelling, and the women are making an odd trilling as they half cover their mouths, as the three women start walking a slow, swaying circle together. The music picks up into a more brisk, double beat with heavy drums and languidly wailing woodwinds, and the three women shift and abruptly switch into a style of dance Roy is not familiar with. As if all three were one entity, their arms flow in fluid serpentine shapes, zills chiming rhythmically on their slender fingers; their decoratively-sashed hips shimmy swift and mesmerizing as their synchronous steps travel across the carpets, and they laugh and play to the crowd as the audience claps in brisk time with the music, shouting appreciative encouragement.

Roy beams at the sidhe woman, blissfully unaware of what she intends their training regimen to look like. He takes a draught of the ale and says, "Happy to be her spark, then." The bigger man chuckles quietly, his eyes warm on the small, slender woman as she dances. Sna'tha murmurs amusedly, "Mmm, yes..." but says nothing else.

When the music slows a bit to indicate the end, Sura whispers to the two athletic sisters, then calls another request to the musicians. The two taller women smile and shift around to the other side of the dance circle as the music develops a slower but equally powerful beat, much like the deliberate, sensual coquette's walk. The lazy croon of violin and other intermingled instruments brushes across the skin like velvet, and Sura's eyes are almost feverishly bright as she pulls a sash free from where it binds her hips over her skirt. She raises it to half cover her face as she continues dancing for Roy, her body shifting in smooth, serpentine rolls. Her small steps are slow and rhythmic and her swaying hips speak with heated sensuality of what her golden-eyed gaze promises, steady and inviting as she smiles lazily at her lover.

The sensual roll of Suraksha's hips mixes with the nearly imperceptible rocking of the water in a way that mesmerizes the water-linked Roy. It seems to him like his very blood shifts inside him to match her dance, like iron and a magnet pulling toward one another. The ale is all but forgotten and he doesn't even realize he's occasionally holding his breath. It's much like the rhythm of his breathing at the apex of lovemaking. The nearly sheer, jewel-toned veil has a glittering hem where it is delicately held between Sura's slender fingers. As she dances she makes the veil seem to speak for her: it suggests wondrous hidden charms, dances lightly on the heated air, sways seductively close in flirtatious invitation, brushes like soft velvet over flushed and tingling skin...

Ohkwari's eyes widen, and he makes himself look away periodically. Sna'tha is watching with an intent, slightly thoughtful expression, and several of the other young men of the caravan are staring in open-mouthed awe at the slight, swaying form, like moths fascinated by a living flame. Roy's body language slowly becomes less horizontal and more intent as he shifts to lean forward. He doesn't even realize he's moved so as to stand up before Sna'tha leans in and murmurs, "It's rude to interrupt." It breaks his concentration enough that he doesn't simply swoop off with Suraksha, but he still can't keep his eyes off her.

Suraksha's eyes light up with happiness as Roy responds so well to her dancing. She can taste his interest and desire for her, and it's making her drunk with pleasure, intent on sharing her joy as fully as she can. She's not quite twigged to the feedback loop she's inadvertently set up, but she does know as soon as this dance stops she wants to cuddle into her lover's lap, and swarm all over him! Jacko crouches behind Roy and speaks in a quiet, respectful, and yet still appreciative voice, "Boss, if you screw this up, I will personally cold-cock you." Ohkwari glances back at Jacko, smiling faintly at the dark-skinned man before he goes back to admiring his caravan leader's dancing. It's very clear she's dancing for Roy; her smoky gaze hasn't drifted from the king throughout the entire song.

Roy murmurs, "Gonna do my very best not to, m'man. Plan to love that woman 'till the day I die." It's a truth Roy hadn't really fully grasped until just that moment, and he breaks out in a grin as he says it. Plus, he got himself a daughter! Right now, there seems to be no bad. Sna'tha doesn't smile openly at that, but she does relax very, very fractionally. This man has seen most sides of her godsdaughter's personality and still seems besotted.

The music finally ends in a skirling of woodwinds and a small thunder of drums and applause, all three dancers bowing and waving to the appreciative, trilling audience. The warrior sisters soak up all the applause offered, but Sura doesn't wait -- after a few swirling thank-you bows she turns to Roy, her tilted eyes alight with mischief. A step or two, and she slithers gracefully into his lap, as if he'd arranged himself for her. She laughs softly, one arm going about his neck as she leans against him and purrs hungrily, "You like, handsome?"

The audience laughs and applauds more as Sura clearly claims her desired. Sna'tha gets a curiously intent look, leaning towards her godsdaughter for a moment... then she murmurs amusedly, "Girl, you're soul-drunk! Have you eaten anything tonight yet?" As she speaks she raises two hands, waving to attract Buddy's attention and making an eating gesture, then pointing at Sura. The big, beaming bull-man nods, then turns and starts preparing a plate of delicacies for the caravan's lady.

Roy doesn't say a word out loud -- instead he just scoops her close and kisses every square inch of skin he can easily reach without removing clothing. His hands skirt along the edge of public propriety. Sna'tha's voice breaks into his attention and he blinks, then laughs, "Yeah. Food good." Suraksha doesn't answer; it's not clear she's heard a word spoken around her, since she's doing her best to coil herself as completely around Roy as she can. She's pressed close up against him, her face blissful and her eyes half closed as she savors both his feelings for her and his intoxicating touch. Her scent is rich and musky with heated desire, and her breathing is slow and deep, like she's almost drowning in ecstasy.

Buddy himself brings the plate of food over: juicy strawberries and luscious orange segments, thin and smoky-sweet slices of meat, various dipping sauces... Sna'tha has to gently shake Sura's shoulder to get her to notice the food. Sura's pupils are huge and dilated as she beams her thanks to Buddy, then uses her fingers to feed Roy and herself. Her intent is more to tease, to flirt and seduce with touch and lips and tongue, than to actually eat. Sna'tha murmurs amusedly to Roy, "Might want to insist she actually gets a meal's worth."

Roy is starting to look like he's getting rather less interested in the food himself when Sna'tha speaks. He blinks and says, "Yeah... good idea..." and it proceeds to take all of his concentration for several minutes to do so. Even then, he knows he's just pushing back the inevitable.

Suraksha giggles and makes Roy intensely aware of her tongue and teeth and lips on his fingers as he feeds her -- as well as her heated presence in his lap -- but at some point her tilted eyes start to focus, and she manages to look around her instead of simply pouring her entire will into sensually seducing her lover. She finally blinks, pushing her hair back with one small hand as she whispers to Roy, "Whoa. I feel like... like I was on one hell of a bender there!" Confusedly she adds, "I only had a sip of wine, though. What was... was it special wine or something?"

Ohkwari grins at that, and Sna'tha laughs! Her softly buzzing voice is gently teasing, "Surely your mother's told you about getting soul-drunk?" Suraksha stares at the insect sidhe with wide eyes for a few heartbeats -- then blinks and abruptly twists to stare at Roy. A slow-growing delight is suffusing her expression. Roy kisses her fingertips one more time and says, "Don' ask me. I ain't got a clue what that means -- and I ain't never seen nothin' like it before."

Suraksha laughs softly, a warm flush rising up her cheeks as she watches Roy, brushing her fingertips lightly along his cheek. "It, um, I... I should probably eat before we spend time together, lover. You know how I've said making love can help revive me energetically?" Her blush gets more intense and her eyes sparkle, "Well, umm... being in love is... is even more, ah... intoxicating that way?" Suraksha leans to whisper in his ear, "I know you told me you loved me, and your chakras confirm it... but it's awful nice to feel the results as well!"

Roy looks like a four-year-old that's been told Christmas is delayed, but he says, "Cherie, we'll do anything at all to keep ya on yer feet."

Suraksha blinks -- then can't resist raising an eyebrow and purring to Roy, as she runs a fingertip softly along his lower lip, "Funny... I got the feeling on my feet wasn't what you had planned for tonight...?"

Roy smirks at that and nips at her fingertip, "Well now, you're right about that, but I was tryin' t' be at least a little polite." He leans in until his lips are right against her ear and breathes, "And I don't think your godsmomma needs to hear me say how much I wanna look up atcha while you're kneelin' over me." He pats her behind lightly and leans back, still smiling, "Mebbe I shoulda said 'keep ya from passin' out.'"

Suraksha shivers happily, her eyes going half closed again as Roy whispers to her, and her fingers tighten on his shoulder... she has to take a long, deep breath before she can murmur a bit huskily, "Sweet man, you want to dance with other women tonight, you better not be telling me things like that... 'cause I wanna drag you off to my wagon right 'way now!"

Roy grins and says, "Lemme get that outta the way, then." He kisses her collarbone and then turns to Ohkwari, "Will you keep an eye on this 'un for me for a second?"

The big bear man looks down at Roy and Sura, then smiles a bit and nods solemnly, "I always keep an eye out for our lady."

Roy nods back, "I s'pected as much." With a theatrically mournful sigh, he lifts her up by the waist and sets her down next to Ohkwari before turning to Sna'tha, "Lady, would you do me th' honor of a dance?" Suraksha gives a slightly startled squeak, grabbing at Roy's arms as she's abruptly moved -- then laughs softly, relaxing next to Ohkwari. Sna'tha has a wicked gleam in her eyes as she glances at them, but she grins innocently enough to Roy, accepting his hand with one of her own, "Indeed!"

Ohkwari tilts his head a bit to watch Roy heading off with Sna'tha, adding in quiet amusement, "Was he actually asking if I would keep you in one place, Sura? I do not think anyone can do that if you do not want it."

Sura laughs delightedly, bouncing to her feet and leaning to give the big man a quick kiss on the top of his head, "You're a dear man, Ohkwa. Want to dance some?"

He chuckles, lumbering easily to his feet as he rumbles, "Maybe one... but after that I expect others will want you."

Roy grins down at Sna'tha as the music starts up, keeping very good dance form, "So, am I doin' OK with courtin' her so far?" The music is an upbeat piece, the sort of music the tango and such might be danced to.

Sna'tha chuckles quietly, her four hands resting on his shoulder, outstretched hand, and bracketing his waist, "You certainly have made her very happy." She tilts her head a bit, regarding Roy thoughtfully as she delicately adds, "Have you, ahh... asked about her family?"

The king chuckles and starts into the dance. He could make it quite steamy, but he chooses to make it instead simply lovely and graceful. He has no doubt Sna'tha will follow beautifully. "She offered the information. I told 'er she can tell me when she wants."

Elsewhere, Ohkwari is demonstrating both that he is a gentleman and not familiar with this type of dancing: he makes sure he is a sturdy and supportive foil to his lovely, lithe partner. Sura is a brilliantly delighted flame of passion darting gracefully about him as she makes them both look marvelous on the dance floor. Sna'tha is -- unsurprisingly -- an elegant and fluid dancer, whirling lightly through the steps with her partner. She smiles slowly as she murmurs, "Good girl. Well, then... we shall see how things turn out once you've heard, mmm?" The tall sidhe gently pats Roy's shoulder as she adds, "Forgive me, I am sometimes over-protective. You appear to be doing a magnificent job so far."

Roy smirks and says, "Overprotective I understand. She's like yer child. You wanna protect 'er."

Sna'tha nods silently, her alien face still as she dances. Finally she murmurs quietly, "That is the main reason I shall be hard on you, you know. For her. I do not want to see her heart break the way her grandmother's did."

The king's smile is wry as he says, "B'lieve me, I know about havin' to run the gauntlet for love. Been there b'fore. An' she's worth it."

Sna'tha is still-faced for a bit longer, as if old memories are being sorted through -- then her lips twist in a wry smile and she nods again, "Excellent. I shall feel no guilt tomorrow, then, for being a... I believe the phrase was 'fuckin' sadist'?"

Roy laughs at that, a little punch-drunk on love and recklessness. Still, a piece of him cringes at just what an ancient sidhe assassin would consider sadistic. The dance goes smoothly and enjoyably and Roy sees Sna'tha back to her seat, looking around until he spots the other person he really wanted to dance with: Fantine. Elsewhere, Ohkwari is correct, and there are several people waiting hopefully for him to finish dancing with Sura.

Nearby, the little loogaroo is quietly helping Buddy with the food table, watching the party with shining eyes and a shy smile. When she spots Roy heading her way she freezes like a deer, her eyes going very, very wide. Roy grins as he sees that look. It's sort of cute, actually. The burly minotaur has no idea what's going on, proudly serving food and bellowing his big laugh at the jokes and playing nearby. Roy swaggers over to the food table and gets a drink, downing it in a single draught before he offers his hand to Fantine, "Think Buddy c'n spare ya for a dance, Miz Fantine?"

When Roy gets a drink instead of approaching her, Fantine leans on the table like she's dizzy; she can't seem to decide if she's more relieved or disappointed. She jerks back upright with a nervous squeak as Roy speaks to her, her eyes dilating hugely again, and Buddy laughs once more, "'Course I can! G'wan have fun, Fanny!" Fantine casts Buddy a desperate glance, as if the earth had suddenly dropped out from under her. She blinks nervously at Roy, her hand slowly extending to his; her fingers are trembling a bit. Elsewhere Suraksha is dancing with Chanticleer, the two of them moving with inhumanly fluid grace.

Roy takes Fantine's hand and kisses her knuckles in a courtly manner. He speaks in French, "You do me a great honor, mademoiselle." The little loogaroo blinks in astonishment, then hastily sketches a curtsy in return. Knowing she's nervous and shy, he tucks her hand into the crook of his elbow and leads her out onto the floor. She follows Roy's lead onto the floor, at first pale but slowly flushing as other people notice her. There are grins and good-natured nudges as people look around and see her, and some of them either pat her shoulder or call out encouragingly to her.

Suraksha laughs delightedly, her eyes bright with happiness as she sees Fantine actually out on the dance floor, and she waves, "Good for you, dear!" as she's swirled gracefully around by Chanti. Fantine's eyes get wide again as she watches Sura swing by... then she hazards a quick, nervous glance up at Roy's face. "M-merci, m'sieu..."

Roy grins down at her and guides her into the dance. His hand rests firmly on her back and he is confident in his leading, "Ne rien, sugar. Wan'ed to show ya ain't nothin' t' fear from me. Plus, I wanna ask a few questions."

Fantine stiffens a bit, stumbling slightly as she whispers in sudden panic, "I -- I don't know how to d-dance very well! M-maybe I should, uh, sit this one out, oui?"

The stumble makes Roy grin and he shifts to catch her weight, swirling her into the next step of the dance before she can go down or run away, "That's fine, sugar; I do. You just gotta trust me not t' steer ya wrong. An' I ain't ever met a supernatural that couldn't dance if they put their mind to it."

Fantine glances around a bit desperately, her fingers tightening nervously, but doesn't see any immediate escape route. She squeaks, "What!" then blushes at how loud her voice came out. She swallows and tries again, "Wh-what did you w-want to ask me, m'sieu?"

Fantine really is sort of adorable when she's blushing. Of course, Roy's scoundrel nature reacts to that like a cat to catnip. "Well, I wanted to know how long you've been with ma cherie. How'd you get hooked up with this bunch?" He doesn't stop moving as he talks with her -- doesn't give her a chance to try and escape -- and he keeps his roguish grin trained on her the whole time. Roy knows keeping her distracted is the best way to keep her from stumbling in nervousness.

The slight woman ducks her head, her fiery-gold hair swinging forward to hide her face, and mumbles, "L-long as she has had her own wagon... about, ehh, t-twenty years?" She adds nervously, "I, it is m-my tree -- the wagon. Th-that is why I keep it n-nice for her -- that's my -- that is one of m-my jobs, you comprehend?" She gasps softly, looking up suddenly at Roy, "You would not -- you understand, it is her home -- you would not harm her home, non?"

Roy's brows go up a little bit and he says, "That don't seem too fun -- havin' yer tree made inta wagon boards -- but I ain't got plans to hurt it or her. What else you do for the caravan?" He leans in a little bit and whispers conspiratorially, "I wanna know her people. I'm sorta in love."

Fantine blinks at Roy... then sort of melts into his arms. Her face lights up, "You are?! With her? Er, with my la- our lady? Oh, finally!" She beams at him, adding, "She needs a nice man -- not just clients!" She blinks at a sudden thought, and her eyes narrow as she studies Roy. Curiously, there's a sudden change in her vocal tone -- she sounds almost fierce, "You are a nice man, oui? You will not hurt my lady, will you."

The change makes Roy throw his head back and laugh; he suspected there was this beneath the nervousness. It's good Sulochana has so many people who want to protect her. "Oh, sugar. I ain't exactly nice, but I ain't evil. I already hurt 'er once, and thought my heart'd break. Ain't likely t' do it again."

The loogaroo blinks a bit uncertainly at Roy, then glances around for Sura -- she seems to know precisely where on the dance floor the young woman is at that moment. She lets Roy guide her through the dance as she thinks... then she looks up at Roy again, her expression still, and nods once, "Tre' bien. That describes me also... many of us, I am thinking."

Roy had already sussed that out to some extent, but it's good to have it confirmed. He nods, still grinning at her, "Also, wanted to say sorry 'bout startlin' you earlier. Got m'own protective instincts where ma cherie is concerned."

Fantine blushes, looking down again as she murmurs, "It is of no consequence, m'sieu. Merci... eh, for the dance, I mean." She takes a deep breath, firmly raising her head, "Truly, you should ask these questions while my lady is near. She might remember more."

Roy grins and says, "But I want to know about the people around her."

Fantine looks around with a puzzled expression, "But they are all about her, for you to be asking." She considers a moment, then adds, "Although your luck may not be so good with them. It is truth that we do not permit the many questions in the caravan." She considers a moment, tilting her head, then adds, "Perhaps it is permissible from you as one who is not of the caravan itself? I do not know for certain."

For some reason that makes Roy frown a bit; then his face smooths over again. He's not of the caravan. Yet. "Guess I'll just hafta show folks that I ain't so bad, huh?" The dance is starting to swirl to an end.

Fantine can tell she's said something disturbing, although not precisely what. She tilts her head to study Roy, then says cautiously, "If it is something you are needing to hear, Ohkwari is good to learn from." She looks a bit intimidated as she adds, "Del and Sna'tha are, um... quelle formidable..." She adds with a smile and a glance over her shoulder, "Buddy too is the good man."

The little smile on Fantine's face as she glances over at Buddy makes Roy grin, and he murmurs, "Got your cap set for him?"

She looks startledly up at Roy, then laughs, flushing as she shakes her head, "Non, non. Such as I, do not." She smiles and curtsies as the music stops, "Merci for the dance, m'sieu," then scampers quickly for the sidelines. Roy smiles as he watches her go. Then he looks around for Suraksha, pushing his hair back with both hands. Suraksha is dancing with Joe; the wiry man is quite possibly her oldest friend in the caravan, and it shows in their casual comfort with each other. Roy saunters over to where he sat with Ohkwari and Sna'tha before, and settles in to watch Suraksha dance. The smile on his face is sort of avariciously tender; they belong to one another now.

He's not sitting long before Sabrina sashays up and grins down at him, hands on her hips. She is still stunning, though she is no longer the raven-haired temptress she was in her youth, "Oh, no. You don't get to sit this one out. On your feet, Rattler."

Roy laughs and hops up in a fluid motion, "Dayum, pushy women around here." Still, he leads her out onto the dance floor. This is perhaps the most fun he's had at a party in decades. Suraksha glances over when Joe grins and tilts his head towards Sabrina and Roy, and giggles as she sees the two dancing.

Sabrina has been dancing for a living for a long time. Before that she was trained to be a good society wife, which also involved dancing. She is a thing of grace, poise, and pure mischief; looking at Roy is like looking at her male twin. Once they're in the flow of the dance she says, "So, has anyone made the 'you hurt her and we'll kill you' speech, Monsieur Rattler?"

Roy snorts and says, "Hell, naw. They don't gotta. I hurt 'er, Jacko'll do it for 'em. 'Sides, I don't intend to hurt 'er."

Sabrina's smile is sparkling and Roy can see why Jacko might be just a wee bit captivated, "Good for him. He seems to think you're not too bad as employers go."

Roy tries to look humble. It doesn't sit well on him, "Well, I try. I ain't actually all that good at it. Jacko's a friend. I like givin' 'im fits, but he's a good man. Real good. Worth his weight in platinum and pure crystals. Is this yer version of that speech, ma'am?"

Sabrina shakes her head and smiles brilliantly, "Oh, no. I wouldn't threaten death. It's over too quickly! But I get the feeling you're going to do your best to be honorable."

Roy nods solemnly, "Definitely. Gonna stick by 'er long as she'll put up with me."

This seems to satisfy Sabrina; she grins, "Good. I suppose we can let you sneak off to be prurient together, then. I don't believe I've ever seen her with a lover that wasn't a client. It will be good for her."

Roy wants to be respectful and proper -- he really does -- but he's too far gone at the moment, "Hope so. I'll be damned disappointed if I ain't learned that much by now." Sabrina giggles!

The dance with Joe is sort of sweetly affectionate, the lanky man checking to make sure his old and dear friend is truly happy with this curious new fella. Sura assures him she is indeed very pleased with Roy's courtship, and she gives Joe an affectionate kiss on the cheek after he escorts her back to her seat. Roy too winks at Sabrina and swirls her off to the edge of the dance floor, "Thank you very much, ma'am. I think I'll go look into that prurience."

Suraksha looks up a bit startledly from where she's sipping the drink Joe brought her -- then she giggles! "Is this a new euphemism I'm not familiar with?"

Roy shakes his head, eyes bright, "Euphemism? Not on yer life, cherie. I got some very prurient plans fer the two of us t'night." He nods toward her drink, purring, "Just soon's yer done with that drink."

Suraksha blinks at Roy's explanation -- then brightens and sets the wineglass aside, purring right back, "Think I'm done!" She giggles, holding out both hands and collecting her feet under herself, "Shall we? My wagon awaits!" Roy takes her hands and pulls her up, straight through the process of simply standing, and wraps his arms around her for a long, heartfelt kiss. Suraksha laughs a bit startledly at the very high lift, then giggles and happily wraps her arms about his neck, standing on tiptoes to return the kiss with passion. Her voice is husky when she finally leans back a bit, "Mmmm... dance with enough ladies yet, handsome? Do I get you all to myself now?"

Roy murmurs, "Right up 'til someone finds somethin' else for us to do. I recommend executin' a fine old military maneuver known as gittin' the hell outta Dodge quick as we can." He winks and slides his arm around her shoulders, nodding to those faces he recognizes, "Ladies, gents, ya'll have a real good time."

Suraksha giggles and grabs one of Roy's hands, calling, "G'night have fun later all!" as she scampers delightedly off towards her brightly painted wagon, trying to tug the much larger Roy along after her. Roy doesn't really have to be tugged, but he lets her do so, grinning all the way -- it's fun to watch her enthusiasm. He's definitely falling harder and heavier for her, the more of the real 'her' he sees.

Suraksha bounces lightly up the three stairs, beams at Alg curled up on the cushion on her tiny porch, "Hi, Alg, sleep well!" and flips open her door. She swirls around to say something to Roy -- and pauses in the doorway. Her golden eyes are bright and nearly scarlet from reflected firelight, her lips are parted, and a long curling lock of her sable hair has fallen over her shoulder. Unusually, she's almost eye-to-eye with Roy from this height, and he can see her expression change -- from almost giggly delight to a slower, thoughtful look as she studies him for a heartbeat. Her quiet smile spreads across her lips as she murmurs, "Still kind of startling... you're actually courting me!" She takes a quick breath, then laughs softly, tugging on his hand, "Come in! Please?"

Roy pauses as she bounces up to her doorway, rather enjoying watching the flouncing. His answering smile is warm and hungry and brilliant all at once, "Still kinda startlin' -- yer lettin' me." He reaches up, putting a hand on either side of the doorway, and leans in to kiss her, trying not to break the contact at all as he climbs up the steps to follow her into her wagon.

Suraksha laughs softly at his reply, her face glowing with happiness. Her arms go up around his neck again as she backs into her wagon, gently urging him to follow. Once he's inside she murmurs against his lips, "Close the door, please?" Her hands are sliding along his back and sides and rear as if she can't get enough of him. Roy is gentle as he can be about it, but he's not about to use his hands for something like that when they can be full of lovely and eager woman, so he uses his booted foot to hook the door shut. Circumstances have been conspiring to keep them from having the time or energy to consummate this new-found courtship, and the river-rat king is quite intent upon making up for lost time.

There is as much laughing and playing as there is lovemaking, as the pair are finally able to be together as themselves: Roy and Suraksha, not His Majesty and the Lady Hetaera. Roy is, however, quite assiduous in his pleasuring of his lady-love, and is more than happy to reap the rewards of that as he gets to soak in just the sight he was wanting: a languidly post-orgasmic Suraksha arching and purring astride his hips. When they can finally bring themselves to sleep, it is in a tangle of limbs and hair and bedclothes, blissfully exhausted.

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