OOM: Business ventures.

[yosafbridge]

Saffron's room, for the most part, remains exactly the same as when she'd been in it last - apart from a few newly acquired trophies (paid for by a portion of the sum her job with Ben Wade had gotten her).

She takes a moment to arrange for some food and wine to be sent up in about an hour or so, then proceeds to make herself comfortable in the sitting area - removing her boots, pulling out the pin that holds the majority of her red curls up and away from her neck, and stretching out on one of the luxuriously stuffed couches.

"Is there anything I can get you two?" she asks, rolling over onto her stomach, her feet dangling in the air as she sizes up the two men.

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sits up.

"Your timing is impeccable," he says, his eyes on the back of her legs.

[morethanprops]

As she walks over, Moist stands up and grabs a blanket that he quickly loops around his waist and sits down,

"Do you have any glasses?"

[yosafbridge]

She sets the tray down on the bed, resting the jug on the bedside table, and disappears for a moment, only to return with three wineglasses and some napkins.

"I always come prepared," she murmurs, winking at him, and rejoins them on the bed. "Don't you?"

[scots_wolf]

"It would be very stupid of me if I didn't," Urquhart says, smiling. "I don't go on a commission and then discover I forgot my crossbow, either."

[morethanprops]

Moist grins at her, then relaxed again, not minding if the blanket unties,

"Oh yes, I've got a number of things prepared in that jacket you're wearing."

[yosafbridge]

She leans back on one hand, the corresponding sleeve of the jacket sliding down to reveal a bare shoulder, reaching out for a piece of cheese from the tray and pairing it with a small piece of hot, fresh bread.

"Really? And what would I find if I reached inside?"

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart takes a grape. He loves fruit.

He slowly sucks it, watching Saffron.

[morethanprops]

Moist grabs some bread and cheese as he smiles, "That all depends on where you're looking."

The pockets have things to not call too much attention, a wallet, his deck of cards, some stolen stationery from a bank on the Sto plains, inside the lining are where the secrets live.

[yosafbridge]

She takes a bite of bread, dabbing crumbs off the corner of her mouth with her pinky finger, and shifts her weight, peering inside the inner pockets of the coat and exposing more skin while she does so.

"It does feel like it's got a bit of weight to it," she teases, polishing off the food in her hand and reaching for the wine to pour herself a glass.

[scots_wolf]

"Probably not in the hem," Urquhart says. "That would be a bit too obvious, and gives a garment a telltale drag."

He's quite experienced in hiding things in his cloak, too.

[morethanprops]

"There's no need, a jacket provides lots of good hiding places,"

The most obvious ones in the jacket lining are some nearly diamonds, there's a coin sewn into the collar and a real diamond in a secret sleeve pocket. He reaches for some wine and watches, either she'll find what's there or not, Moist knows that he does a good job sewing his secrets in.

[yosafbridge]

"It'd be a shame to rip open such a nice jacket in search of little surprises," she replies, taking a sip of wine and then reaching for a grape.

"Besides, I think it looks good on me."

[scots_wolf]

"And he'll return to his world," Urquhart says. "He'll need it."

He pours himself some wine.

[morethanprops]

"Everything and nothing looks good on you, Saffron. Oh, I always have back ups since I don't like getting caught."

[yosafbridge]

"Maybe I'll keep it, then," she teases, feeding a grape to Urquhart.

"It could be a good look for me."

[scots_wolf]

"It is," Urquhart says. "The squareness of that male garment offsets your female curves quite prettily."

[morethanprops]

"Then I'll just have to do without my second-best suit jacket,"

He smirks while licking some cheese off his fingers and then offers some to Saffron.

[yosafbridge]

"Now I have to see your first-best," she murmurs, eating the cheese out of his hand, her lips brushing his fingertips before she takes a sip of wine to wash it down.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart cuts off a few pieces of cheese. "It might not have an interesting secret life," he speculates. "It's probably more for looking good in than for utility."

[morethanprops]

"Most things I own tend to do what I need them to do. Also it doesn't make sense to not be prepared no matter the suit I'm wearing. That one happens to have a waistcoat which provides some other options too,"

The right suit can make all the difference in Moist's business and he does enjoy looking good.

[yosafbridge]

She rises to her knees, the sides of the jacket parting over her breasts, and grins, plopping a grape into her mouth.

"My men," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss each of them in turn. "One so polished and elegant," as she kisses Moist, slow and lingering, "and one so wild and deadly," as she moves to Urquhart to kiss him next, hungry and claiming.

[scots_wolf]

"So you have variety, and spice in your life," Urquhart says, kissing her back just as hungrily.

No, he won't protest against being claimed as 'hers'.

He is.-

[morethanprops]

Moist smiles into the kiss deepening it before she moves to Urquhart and watches her once more.

The idea of being claimed as hers is charming, but that doesn't mean he'll tell her any of his secrets,

"Along with wardrobes to plunder."

[yosafbridge]

She sits back on her heels again, pleasure evident in her expression, and securely buttons the jacket against the front, the fabric straining a little as it attempts to cover her particularly ample assets.

"Could get boring otherwise," she teases, fingers absently combing through her hair, and then hops up from the bed.

"Time to get clean."

[scots_wolf]

"Yes, let's see what your bath is like," Urquhart says.

It's not quite as obvious as the pool that is part of his own room, but he has no doubt that it will be decadently pleasurable.