Treat Yourself [Rory&You]

"Hey, cutie!" Rory chirps as you enter Fondante's Inferno. You startle - she isn't at her usual spot around the serving counter. Your gaze swivels around the small cafe and settles in the back left corner near the window.Rory is on a step stool, hanging icicle lights along the ceiling. They don't meet your gaze, focused on securing the string along a series of small hooks. "I wasn't expecting you this early! Slow day at work?""It's always slow in winter," you sigh, both annoyed and relieved for it. You enjoy having free time, but you also possess the work ethic of a Border Collie; too much downtime makes your skin itch. "Mostly puff pieces and covering holiday events.""Aww, poor political commentator," Rory teases. She finishes what she's doing with the lights, letting the excess hang down the corner. Then they move a potted ficus to block it from easy viewing. "Whatever will you do with so much free time?""No idea," you sigh theatrically. "Guess I'll die."They glide toward you, their wide-legged linen pants swaying. Rory wraps her arms around your neck and leans in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. "I won't let you," she grins. "I'll go start a political revolution just to please you before I let that happen."You snort and kiss their lips - a slow, indulgent press. Unhurried. "Calm down, Guevara. I think I can make it to spring if you keep me company.""That I can do," they purr, pressing another kiss to your lips, arms tightening around you. Refusing to let you go. "Way less stressful than becoming a revolutionary."You are both smiling into the kiss, both melting against one another. While Rory remains controlled, their hands draped and languid against your upper back, yours have slipped low on their waist, the soft swell of their hips, inching down to tease the curve of their ass.Rory gives a low chuckle against your mouth, pulling back only enough to meet your gaze with hers. Her eyes gleam a gorgeous reddish brown in the light. "Oh my. Fondling a local business owner in public? Scandalous.""Fondling my partner in public," you correct, loving how the skin around her eyes crinkles with the force of her grin. "Less scandalous.""In her place of employment, though?" Rory hums, fingers curving, caressing the skin beneath your collar. "Where anyone could see?""Then maybe we should go upstairs where only we can see?"Rory's skin seems to glow with the force of the sun as she pulls away and trots to the register. She scrawls a quick note on the cafe's frilly stationery, props it up at the counter, and then tugs you toward the stairs leading to her upstairs apartment.As you pass, you read the note -

Take what you need from the case! Happy Holidays~

Che Guevara, indeed, you think to yourself with a grin as she pulls you along.