Somehow I Always Find My Way To You

[portolan]

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[floresco]

Again she grins, cocking her head to the side. "And if I have, it was all to your benefit my darling. You're welcome." Without thinking the hand resting on his shoulder squeezes playfully as her eyes light up with amusement.

"What if you're the one who has too much to drink? It will be hard to furnish you with compliments if I've got you thrown over one shoulder to get you back to the ship."

[portolan]

"I very much agree it was," he says, unsure if the squeeze on his shoulder is genuine amusement or part of her act. Good for her, getting stronger and stronger at conning. He means it, though. It's been a wild year, kidnapping her and having her join the crew. He's certainly benefited.

To the latter, he laughs. "I think that you would never let me live it down if you carried me home drunk. Though that would mean some magic mastery, I think." A float spell would certainly help.

[floresco]

Tipping her head back, Aerith ponders the hypothetical issue of how she'd get a drunk him back to his ship with a smirk on her face, letting out a long hum that sounds like it might turn to laughter at any moment.

"I'd probably roll you onto something, like a tablecloth, and drag you."

[portolan]

He groans, mostly to cover the laugh that's lurking. "I knew it, you're after my dignity." Her craftiness is commendable though. "I'll awaken sore and bruised and I'm sure on the floor somewhere. What will the neighbors think?"

[floresco]

Unable to stop herself, she does give in to laughter at the question, lifting her shoulders in a theatrically big shrug.

"They'll probably think - when did an airship move next door to our house?"

[portolan]

"Ah you're presuming our neighbors aren't other pirates then? Some neighborhood you want to terrorize now that you're a full time pirate?"

It's so easy to dance with her and tease, like they've done this before.

[floresco]

"Isn't that what we're supposed to do, as pirates? Turn every neighborhood into a pirate one?"

She steps back, keeping hold of one hand and lifting it up to spin herself under his arm.

[portolan]

"Who will we steal from then?" he teases, delighted as she spins herself. He takes over, twirling her back the other way and out from him, then curving her back across his front so he can catch her other arm, her back to his front. "Not just anyone can be a pirate."

[floresco]

Glad he can't see the look of surprise on her face when she feels her back press lightly against his chest, Aerith manages to sound normal as she giggles in response. "Not with the way you work. You've hardly left any piracy for anyone else!"

[portolan]

He has the strange urge to put his nose against her hair, but instead puts his chin on top of her head, reminding her how short she is. "I'm not going to argue with that. I am the best."

[floresco]

It's hard to explain, but she's a lot more aware of him when they're standing like this, a notion that loses some of the tension behind it when he props his chin on the top of her head and she has no choice but to roll her eyes.

"You don't need me to compliment you, you do enough of that yourself." Huffing at this positioning, Aerith reaches behind her to prod him in the side, gently.

[portolan]

If he was pressed, he'd admit to feeling that heightened awareness too. Maybe that's why he puts his head on hers and teases; no tension in that.

He sighs dramatically, squirming as she pokes at his side. "No, I have to compliment myself because you are never have a good word to say about me. I'll waste away with no support. Always have been good at taking care of myself." And as he soliloquizes, he jabs a finger into her side, all but forgetting they were in the middle of a dance.

[floresco]

Jumping slightly when he turns the tables on her and prods at her side while he talks, Aerith shifts against him, pressing back against him before squirming sideways in an effort to evade capture.

"You've so full of hot air, you've got to let it off somewhere, darling. I wouldn't be a good wife if I didn't give you an outlet."

[portolan]

"Am I so helpless without you?" he laughs, amused as she squirms against him and -- something else. Something he doesn't quite realize until, still laughing, he's taken the hands he's still holding and crossed his arms in front of her, holding her tightly to him and lifting her off her feet so she can't get away. With the music still playing cheerily, he spins her around, her legs and skirts flying, and he has the strange thought that he hasn't been this happy in a long time.

[floresco]

Yelping when he tightens his hold and pulls her off his feet, Aerith laughs at being spun, kicking her legs gently as she continues to squirm around against him. "Balthier! You brute!"

[portolan]

"Louder. I don't think everyone heard you," he laughs, but he spins them toward the edge of the dance floor, plopping her down and panting before giving her a cheeky grin. "Are you going to run from me now? Or are you going to bully me into submission?"

[floresco]

Aware that she's flushed, Aerith fans her hands in front of her face and scowls at him once he sets her down and draws away before reaching for a flute of champagne moving by on a passing tray.

"I'm going to bully you into submission, of course." Tipping her head back to down the sparkling liquid, Aerith sets the empty glass down and moves towards him, coming up just a hair too close as she reaches up and tugs his collar ever so slightly out of place while meeting his eye evenly.

[portolan]

He reaches for a flute of his own, downing it and aware he's breathing a little hard.

He laughs at her threat, but doesn't expect her to actually come at hime, suddenly finding her very much in his space. "It'll take more than a tweak of my wardrobe to break me. I'm sure you'll manage." Has she always had that freckle on her cheek? Funny, he's never really paid that much attention.

[floresco]

It's surely just the sudden rush of alcohol into her system that makes her so at ease with being this close to him, leaning in as near as she dares - which is probably closer than most - while she sizes him up with those bright eyes.

"So it's come to this hmm?" Her fingers play at the fabric of his shirt while she fights off a smile. "If you can't have compliments, you'll throw a little moody?" She grins as she uses the term, one reserved for her when she was at her most petulant back in the castle.

[portolan]

It would be easy to tease her, poke fun at the childish term clearly applied enough times to stick. But he finds himself holding his breath, so aware of how close she is, and raising a brow. “And if I do?”

[floresco]

Still too bold from the drinks, Aerith's fingers toy idly with the fabric of his collar, left stuck in a moment of silent consideration after he's called her bluff. Certain that it's all for the sake of maintaining a convincing appearance of a relationship she lets her hand reach higher, lightly tugging on the ends of his hair.

"Then I certainly won't tell you how handsome you look tonight."

[portolan]

They’ve both had a bit to drink, and maybe they’re getting too caught up in their ploy. He’s proud of her, really, but he doesn’t want this to get sticky, not when he’s enjoying her company so much lately.

“Good. Then I won’t have to blush and flee for my dignity because you’ve found my weakness.” His eyes are laughing, even if his mind is traitorously wondering if she finds him handsome.

He reaches out to tweak her nose. “I bet you charmed all the older men to get your way. Being small as a child certainly helps.”

[floresco]

Stepping backward she swats at his hand as he goes for her nose, sputtering in indignance. "You're sleeping outside tonight!"

That is definitely something she's sure married couples say to each other.

"Of course I did, that was my job, wasn't it?"

[portolan]

That gets a full-bellied bark of laughter. "By all means. Try locking me out of my own ship." He has multiple back doors and magical locks keyed to him. He'd be amused to see her try. He doesn't doubt she'd make her husband sleep on the couch, though, shaking his head as he grins at her.

"Your job was to be charming and unmemorable, look pretty and do nothing," he says, resting a hand on her shoulder. "You were terrible at it, clearly."

[floresco]

"On second thought, you don't need any more excuses to be smug and preen do you?" She suppresses the urge to reach out and touch him again, ignoring the desire to pay attention to his hand on her shoulder as it rises."

"At all of it? That's mean!"