#ccsemberclub

He squeezes her hand, and then kisses it.

Elements of themselves are filling this new place, bits and pieces of what they are...wicked temptation and a desire to shine, an urge to please, and a love of beauty and fine things.

The boggan sees it coming, as it were. "Oh... I see. Dear. Bertrand...." He struggles to form thoughts. "Perhaps......" A pause. "Sorry, what was I saying?"

"Not sure sir, but it sure is ...nice" He gazes

"Yes well... perhaps... perhaps....." He shakes his head sharply. "There may be a moment when you should... excuse yourself. You'll never be denied entry to the club again but for form's sake, come 'round the back until you can pass for of-age, yes?"

"worried I'll tweak it a bit without meaning to in it's infancy? No worries sir. " He beams "I know what you're going through. This is crafting, and sometimes, it's a personal, holy thing." A bow, "I'll be back tomorrow." And out he scoots.

"Oh, yes. That's it. See you... then." He turns to CC.

CC almost twirls but she holds onto his hand, "It's happening, it's happening!"

He grins, infected by her joy. "Yes. For you."

"us" She insists. "Us" A kiss and a nother kiss " You're claiming it with me. Our hold, lover."

"You are the Freeholder." He insists firmly, holding her. "Callidora, do you recall what we did here, once? Well, once or so?"

"Made love on every piece of furniture and wall we could find?"

"Well? Can you think of a better way to welcome our Balefire home?"

"mmmm" a very pleased sound, "You are a genius and I like the way you think" She pulls him to her and invites him to savor her as they step into the.. no their new hold.

With a sense of bewilderment and utter bafflement at the turn his life has taken.... he follows her in (and locks the door behind them, for now).

(Fade to balefire)

*Crackle crackle*