Private Tales Old Reunions

[Alistair Krixus]

"I'm rather good at both. Well, at least the first two, also I have made a few investments that I believe will pay off soon."

Alistair was not a big fan of having money sit in the bank, so he had given his patronage to improve the arts and sciences. There was, of course, the locomotive invention along with several other side projects and industries. Then he also supported many artists that he had also paid to teach Marianna, although she did not seem well inclined to...learning, or maybe it was just listening in general.

A smile of satisfaction split onto his face as the last of Sam's garments were removed, leaving them both in the nude. As the young man he was, Alistair's mind quickly moved to more carnal desires. These thoughts froze at the last sentence as he gave Sam a funny look.

The momentary pause was followed by a burst of laughter at the ridiculous notion that of course Sam was rich. She just did not like to show it off because of course.

"Forgive me, I was not aware I was in the presence of a fellow member of high society." He sarcastically quipped and offered a mocking bow.

"Really though, if you ever want to do something with it, then the Krixus Trading Company is always looking for new investors." That was also a mild joke, but Alistair would not say no if she wanted to join in the enterprise, he would just be more careful about how he spent her money. Primarily for the exact reason that he knew she would not care.

Samantha Black

 

[Samantha Black]

"Forgive me, I was not aware I was in the presence of a fellow member of high society." He sarcastically quipped and offered a mocking bow.

He was lucky she liked him. Narrowed eyes and a derisive snort answered the noble, "Shut up..." though humor still peeked through in the smallest of smirks. If he'd been Elias, she'd probably have clobbered him, but Krixus wasn't nearly as robust in physique as the Sirl Dreadlord and was liable to break instead of bruise.

Instead she stepped away from him and her pile of clothing and armor to make way for the oversized wooden tub situated flush with the floorboards into a set of wooden steps. A hand reached to pull down the lever along the way, shutting off the water as she noted the level beginning to spill over the edge.

Sam stepped down into the tub and into the middle for a full-body dunk. When she resurfaced she moved along to the built in bench to make room for Al.

"I wouldn't say no to a few investment projects," she said at length, wiping water from her face and scrubbing the grime away with her fingertips, "I've been engaged in letters with Elias' sister, Lady Sirl and I'm thinking about investing in some of her own. Wouldn't hurt to ... diversify."

This was not the sort of conversation she usually had with her intimate companions, but she supposed that came with the territory of bedding warriors and soldiers who were more battle-minded than profit-thinking.

 

[Alistair Krixus]

Alistair's cheeky grin still graced his face at her reaction, but then stashed it away, if he kept it up too long then he actually would get punched.

He followed her to the tub but paused at the entrance choosing to admire the view before him. He really never got tired of his fun with Sam, especially when it involved her ascending from a pool in the nude like some type of mythological goddess.

Satisfied with the display, he stepped in likely far less majestic as he did not wish to dunk his head beneath and get his hair all wet. Instead, he simply floated over to the bench next to her.

"The Sirls? You wound me." He playfully chuckled once again before continuing, "But yes, it would also give me a better reason to send you more of the fun toys I cook up from time to time."

While the sword was a passion project between the two, that was something Sam could make on her own as long as Alistair provided schematics for any changes. But one of his big new projects was something he planned on showing to the world very soon.

"But please, business is all fun and games. But I think we are here for other fun and games."

Samantha Black

 

[Samantha Black]

"The Sirls? You wound me."

A keen smugness met those words as Al joined her in the tub and took up residence beside her on the bench.

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you," Sam needled back, flicking water at him as she took up a nearby washcloth and began to scrub the day's sweat and grime from herself, revealing all more clearly the canvas of ink and scars beneath. While not a vain creature, she did take pride in her body and there was no better way to have that pride then through showing it. Mythological goddesses were, apparently, equal parts brutality and purity.

The definition of purity was up for interpretation.

An easy smile pulled at the scars on her face as she thought back on her days working in the smithy at the Academy constructing the runesaber. Hours spent toiling at the forge, agonizing over the smallest details, watching Elias sweat buckets as he filled the metal beast with flames of Starfire. She wouldn't think nostalgically about many of her Academy days, but those ones were good to look back on from time to time.

"Toys, huh?" The notion did intrigue her, though she wondered how much use she might get out of his inventions in the field. The Runesaber was a unique weapon for certain, but given the circumstances she typically found herself in on missions it wasn't the ideal tool for the job. It much better suited Alistair and his own work.

"But please, business is all fun and games. But I think we are here for other fun and games."

Her brows arched upward and her scrubbing stilled. Yes, of course they were here for extracurricular activities, though she'd planned on getting to them in due time. After talk of business and projects had waned and she'd made a bit more progress on soaking the day away. You know, when the biting heat of the water had grown soft.

But...

"Aren't you forward," Alistair now had her full and undivided attention as she turned like a gator in the water to set her sights on her newly targeted prey, "forgive me for keeping you waiting, my Lord," there came that needle again as she leaned in closer, the washcloth now left to float in the water as her hand moved to explore more interesting things, "I had intended to spare your pristine, noble body from my military grime...but if you insist."

Dirtying the Lord was rather appealing.

 

[Alistair Krixus]

"Now Lies? Everything looks good on me." Alistair objected while he went about cleaning his own skin, while far less grime than the woman before him, the trip had still kicked up plenty of dust to cover his tattoos and scars.

Alistair always liked the look in Sam's eyes when they had their fun, it was almost more predatory than her actual combat mode although far more playful in her execution thankfully.

He chuckled as she came closer, "When have you ever complained about someone being forward."

The dig of using his title sent a shiver down his spine at the light stab before Alistair leaned forward and reached out to wrap on his arms around her waist and pull her closer.

"I've never minded getting a little dirty."

He followed the words with a gentle kiss along her jawline while he allowed her hands to explore. Those vary same hands drawing him to his feet slightly as where they were beginning to travel.