Greta's Penthouse - Saturday

[decadentbohemia]

Greta opened the door with a flourish. She danced to imaginary music into the apartment, pressed play on the cd player as she passed and flopped down onto the bed in the middle of the room. Leaning over the side, she poured two glasses of wine and picking them up, held one out to Murdock. "Come on, darling. I don't bite." She paused for a second,

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[nam_flyer]

It didn't take much to follow her in. The dancing sway she was doing was invite enough. "You can't remember if you nibble or not?" he teased, taking the glass and sitting down nearby. He took a sip of wine. "Good year," he remarked.

[decadentbohemia]

Greta looked at him, cocking an eyebrow, "You might have to refresh my memory, its been a while." She sighed, looking him up and down. "You are very much a man, aren't you darling?"

[nam_flyer]

There was something in that, and it made him even more eager, but he recalled what she'd said at the party too. "Only if you want me to," he replied softly. "I know I ain't exactly your type, so if you don't want things to go anywhere, I'm good with that. I don't want you do anythin' that you ain't comfortable with."

[decadentbohemia]

Greta, feeling herself momentarily overwhelmed by Murdock's sweetness smiled softly at him. She set down her glass of wine and took his, sipping it. "Flow," she whispered, gazing into his eyes unfaltering. She closed her eyes for a moment and made a decision, leaned in and gently kissed his lips.