“Yes, Yes I do.”

It turned out, happily, Venus was of a similar frame of mind as Tris, wanting to get this show off the road and all. Her leg was unwound and released to her keeping for the present, and, with one more quick kiss, they were ready to go.
...well almost....
“Right this way, if it seems that I am anxious while you talk to Lisa, well, I miss our chats.”
Tris chuckled darkly as she whacked Venus on the arm- not that it would hurt him of course.
"Uh huh."
She added dryly, but took the offered arm in any case.

And then, as before, was escorted through the golden doors.

~Lisa set at her desk typing; She looked up from her screen and kept typing anyway.

“A little warm outside?” she raised her eyebrows at the pair slightly and and allowed her self to raise the corners of her mouth in the slightest of smirks.~

Tris smiled back at the women;
"Something like that."
She answered easily, sharing to joke, even as the arm that wasn't holding fast to Venus came up to unconsciously pat down mused hair and smooth and straighten crooked clothing.

Sartorial issues and hair set to right again for now, she got down to the task at hand, using Tris's favorite form of conversational questioning- the direct approach.
"So, did you miss this big lug and his brothers while they were gone? I'll bet the place was quieter.....more peaceful."
She winked at Venus at that, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow alittle as she waited for her answer.

~~"So, did you miss this big lug and his brothers while they were gone? I'll bet the place was quieter.....more peaceful."


“I missed most of them, Sorry, I am Venus, but you know that boy gives me hell and stomps all over my last nrve.. I still wish Abyss would keep him in the void. Imagine having an apartment under an over packed preschool and then having it go away for months at a time. I don’t mind the rest of the guys, I am fond of them to be honest, but to get that one man preschool away from me was a down right relief.” Lisa flushed. And then realized she had stopped typing. “ah but I have work to do while I have peace. The hoodlum is home again.” She rolled her eyes.

Venus had trouble not cracking up. He hadn’t realized that Pluto bothered her that much. Maybe he could talk to him. But he would save that for later. He raised his eyebrows at Tris asking if that had answered her suspicion.

“ I’ll try to see if I can’t get him off your back, subtly of course. If he doesn’t I will talk to Abyss about grounding him. See if we cant get him to behave. at least a little.”

He then nudged Tris in the ribs right back. Seeing if she had anything else for her. not that he was anxious to remind her why she was coming back…or that he had surprise waiting for her in the room. It was the final gift. It would be what would try to trump the beast of a car outside and depending on how Tris saw it, it either would easily or never could.

Tris listened and nodded along in sympathy with Lisa's story- she also know how much Pluto loved to push peoples buttons.

Well Lisa was done venting, Tris was chuckling.
"I know exactly what you mean."
she commented reassuringly, rolling her eyes as well.

Venus's eyes were on her though, silently asking if she could believe him now.
.....Tris gave an almost imperceptible nod and sulkingly had to admit she could- Tris the drama queen was miffed that she couldn't be righteously angry anyone.....but oh well, there were other things to occupy her time now.

Venus for his part, sought to reassurance Lisa in his own way, before nudging Tris in the ribs to ask if she was finished.

She was.
Tris turned towards Venus with a considering expression to her features for a second.
".......Oh alright, you are in all clear.....you were right, your story was right, I'm sorry I didn't believe you and all....we can go now."

She turned back to Lisa to wave goodbye.
"Nice talking to you."
was her comment as she tired to drag Venus, the very tall and heavy Venus, away. The feat would only work if he came of his own free will.

~~".......Oh alright, you are in all clear.....you were right, your story was right, I'm sorry I didn't believe you and all....we can go now."

.
"Thank you, and as sad as it is, I understand why you didn’t. It won’t happen again." He said reassuring Tris that he really did understand. The fact that he could admit he understood said a lot about the relationship they had developed, one that enjoyed the familiarity but skirted commitment in any real sense of the word, but at this point a commitment from either of them was simply a group words that would more than likely be broken in a moment of seizing some passionate and steamy moment elsewhere. So they did the responsible thing and didn’t make promises or agreements that they wouldn’t honor. Honesty between them was something also that might have been strained other wise, as it was , there was n need to tense as they could be even more relaxed then usual.

“ I have something for you.” He but the arm up that she wasn’t dragging him by to stem any potential protest. “I didn’t buy this one I made it so it is more important. I haven’t showed it to anyone else so don’t be embarrassed when you see it. It is one of my best I think.”

They neared his door and he turned the knob and covered Trista’s eyes. He proceeded into the lush and lavish room and sat Tris on the edge of the bed. “I’m not undressing, so keep em closed. Until I say when ok?” He teased. He uncovered the painting that was five foot by three foot canvas. The image was devastating in detail and one might think it was a large photo from a distance.

The Image was one that Venus was very, very fond of. In the painting Tris stood in the nude with her arms stretched above her head crossed at the wrist, she was at a three and four quarters stance to give her lower half some modesty, something he debated at first. The scene was in a shower not ten feet away. Water glisten on her flesh, her head was at an angle and the corners of her mouth quirked in a sassy smirk.

He waited a moment and compared the details of the image from his memory to the real thing in front of him and he had impressed himself. He wouldn’t say it but he was. He spoke a bit anxiously.

“You can open your eyes.”

Venus, as per usual, accepted Tris's quirky ways with good grace and on the whole was very understanding about the whole 'not believing you' thing.
....But then he went on to utter the infamous words then just made Tris groan- and not in a good way.

“ I have something for you.”

She made a face and made to argue, but an arm was raised to halt her comments. She conceded with ill grace, but still glowered- after a week of lavish gifts, even she was getting sick of them.

“I didn’t buy this one I made it so it is more important. I haven’t showed it to anyone else so don’t be embarrassed when you see it. It is one of my best I think.”

Tris's face showed her confusion as she tired to work out what this thing could possibly be as their roles were reversed and now it was Venus pulling Tris along to his rooms.

As they neared Venus's room, Tris's eyes were covered, but she was not afraid. She went with it and was led passively into Venus's bedroom as her curiosity grew to match the darkness.
-What was the red lug planning now?

She was deposited gently on what she assumed was the bed by the feel the of material and told to keep her eyes shut.
Gritting her teeth with impatience, she did so....barely- Tris didn't usually like to wait for secrets to be unearthed, and the suspense was getting her.

“I’m not undressing, so keep em closed. Until I say when ok?” He teased.

"Har."
Tris's sarcastic version of a comment.
"And fine."
She reluctance agreed as she jiggled and fidgeted on the edge of the bed, counting all the possible things Venus could have to 'show' her.......the list got dirtier the longer she kept her eyes closed.

....
Finally.
“You can open your eyes.”
The tone seemed alittle nervous for a red clone- weird that......but that made Tris abit nervous too. So slowly she cracked one eye open to spy through....

The object she saw however, caused both eyes to be opened wide.
It was a painting.
It was her in a painting.
A slightly stylized and better looking version of her being all naked and sexy with excellent brushstrokes, but her all the same.

She blinked.
She looked again.
"Da*mn!"
She muttered, as an aside to Venus adding;
"I'd forgotten how talented you are."
With a smile.
There was a peaceful pause of silent reflection before she added;
"Pluto does not get to see this."

~~"Da*mn!"

Any slight remnant of nervousness was erased from his features when her initial reaction hit.

~~"I'd forgotten how talented you are."

“no, no dear, you simply forgot I was talented at other things.”


~~"Pluto does not get to see this."

“ It is yours to do with as you wish. Put where you like He took a couple of steps toward her and moved the light blue straps off her shoulders. I think I might like to compare my painter’s eye to the real masterpiece sitting on my bed. Did you still want to play dress up? Or might undressing suffice?” his fingers messaged her neck even as his eyes said he wanted to exhibit how much he had missed her in other much more physical, passionate means. He had sat here and pined for her for what two weeks? He hadn’t so much as glanced…. So much touched….he hadn’t messed around with a single woman since he had been back. And for her. This girl had gotten to his head and part of him was very glad that someone could, it meant that he wasn’t the callous hit and quit guy that he was begging to think he might actually be, he had always known that it was a form of expression, and some women had gotten bruised hearts when they misunderstood his affection. Why did so many want more than the intensity of passion? Tangle it with emotional heartbreaks and sweet nothings. Love. Too many loved too easily, wasn’t it something to be a bit harder to win? Something earned?

He had to second guess his typical thought pattern when around this one, they still had a very open relationship and they both respected that but, he at least enjoyed a certain something extra in this particular woman. She had ensnared him with a fraction of a smile a quirk of her soft, light pink, perfect lips.

“ It is yours to do with as you wish. Put it where you like."

Tris nodded her thanks from her seated place on Venus's bed and gave a contented sigh;
"You certainly do have a talent for saying all the right things."
She commented with a quirky grin.

That grin turned wicked and her dark eyes twinkled as Venus then walked the couple of steps towards her, coming to a halt within easy reach. The straps of her gorgeous blue sun dress were then slid off her shoulders, slowly, one by one, Tris propping herself up by leaning back onto her hands, relaxing into his touch.

"I think I might like to compare my painter’s eye to the real masterpiece sitting on my bed. Did you still want to play dress up? Or might undressing suffice?”

Tris chuckled lightly but said nothing for a minute- she was a little busy concentrating on Venus' hands that were doing a darn fine job of massaging her neck and shoulders. A small mummer of delicious contentment escaped her lips as she melted against his touch, if she was a cat she would be purring by now- damn Venus, he knew all her buttons and exactly when to push them.

Eventually though, she got around to answering Venus's question- well in a way.
She let her hands slide free of keep her weight in a sitting position and slowly let herself succumb to gravity as she leaned back onto the beds supporting embrace. Once lying out flat, her hands came up and over her head as she stretched quickly before her body came to rest.
When she was exactly where she wanted to be, in the exact position she wanted to be in, she again sought Venu's gaze.

"Whichever option you prefer."
she whispered in a silky sort of voice.

~~"You certainly do have a talent for saying all the right things."

A faux innocent expression painted his features; it might be believable if one didn’t know better. “Perhaps, or maybe it is easy to say the right things to you.”

~~"Whichever option you prefer."

He loved that voice.

“I prefer both.” He held a finger up and went to the closet.
He went to the closet and picked something out that he had gotten her, He had gotten some things for her that were for him, just in case this lovely scenario came to pass. He picked a set of pinstrip lingerie and pu his hat on the nob that hung there. He then went to the bed and relieved her of her dress and the rest shortly followed.

He himself had managed to loose his shoes along the way, with a few caresses and a few kisses that he couldn’t resist but kept her at arms length as to not simply fall into explosive passion with her and miss the opportunity to dress her up first. He looked longingly at her milk toned flesh and then spoke softly as she stood near the painting. “Could you pose for that painting. I realize it is a bit late but, I figured it would never get done if I had you hear live.”

“Perhaps the next one could have a mobster theme?”

“I prefer both.”

Tris’s grin widened at Venus's answer, but then Venus held a hand up to halt the proceedings, then turning away to walk to the closet.
Tris's features slipped into a pout;
"Distance wasn't part of either option."
she called after him.
Though despite her pouting sulk, she was curious as to what Venus could be rummaging amongst his things to find…especially when there were other important things he could be attending too.

Though when Venus returned to the bed with his prize, Tris began to clue in to Venus’s thought waves as to the possibilities here.
He held a set of pinstripe lingerie and a hat in those strong red hands of his- well Tris had requested a costume earlier, it seems Venus had remembered.
Tris was shortly (and willingly) divested of her own clothing and re clothed as ‘sexy mobster’ themed Tris. The process however was slightly drawn out as Tris, with that cheeky little smile of hers, was doing her damnedest to try make Venus forget his artist aspirations, or at least put them off for another time.

But, it seemed the only thing to be postponed was any in door sports the pair might be participating in.
Tris sighed as she was dragged off the bed to be stood near the glamorized version of her in the painting.

“Could you pose for that painting. I realize it is a bit late but, I figured it would never get done if I had you hear live. Perhaps the next one could have a mobster theme?”
Tris chuckled.
“Only if you are very nice to me.”
She said, answering the second question first.
To the first question, she let herself go limp- poseable, as she agreed.
“Okay you talented hulk you, mold me as you will, I am your humble lump of clay…… But, if I’m gonna be standing around doing this, you gotta give me something back, you gotta do that thing I like, you know the one.”
She had let her voice go soft and sultry, and now she winked, before letting her voice return to normal and going on with.
“……talk to me…..fill me in, tell me about everything. How was the void? Being trapped in there with all your brothers? Did you go crazy? Whats it like having your own space again?”

~~“Only if you are very nice to me.”

“I can do Nice.”

~~“Okay you talented hulk you, mold me as you will, I am your humble lump of clay…… But, if I’m gonna be standing around doing this, you gotta give me something back, you gotta do that thing I like, you know the one.”

His breathe caught into his throat and a heavy huff of need burst from his lungs.

~~“……talk to me…..fill me in, tell me about everything. How was the void? Being trapped in there with all your brothers? Did you go crazy? Whats it like having your own space again?”

“The painting and the talk, I think might have to wait for later.” He once again scooped her up. He walked onto his bed and then set her out on the bed, her brown hair pooling in a chocolate mess behind her head. His lips fluttered over her now much more bare skin.

“You I am afraid much to your disappoint, have just convinced me, to do all of the little things you like.” His lips moved down her in a way that can no longer be typed or even thought about. His crimson Eyes stared up at her reactions to each and every bit of change in pressure an contact.

Fade to black?