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"You're very forward."

"No, just very spiteful. Now kiss me."

This started as an simple, entertaining pastime, true. And now, the Eye of Zaun finds himself amused not only by the fuming glare of slitted eyes from across the room, but how eagerly your own gaze meets his with your command.

You are very lucky, that he's bemused enough at your spiteful, and audacious attitude, that he decides to listen.

You hum at the first slow, smooth press of thin lips grazing beside your mouth - closer to your cheek than to your lips, but a small noise of approval rumbles from your chest all the same.

Approval appears on his own face at the quiet sound, curving the lips that shift to press closer and deeper against the corner of your mouth. At this stage of life, Silco admittedly doesn't indulge in such passionate acts often - simply because such events don't have room in his schedule, or they're unnecessary.

This - kissing you slow and sensually as you straddle his lap in the far corner of the bar - may be an entertainment of it's own right. But, it's also necessary.

Necessary, because he can practically hear half-metallic teeth grinding all the way from the other side of the establishment. It not only acts as encouragement to press his lips in-earnest with yours, but also a dark, twisted seed of glee at causing such misery.

Misery, from a source of pleasure. Truly, there's nothing sweeter.

"I imagine you miss the taste of gold," The man murmured, earning a faint chuckle between breaths as you spoke back against his lips, "Smoke's preferable."

Smirk coils from his mouth as he flexes his fingers on said-cigar in his free hand, the other settling on your waist as you push closer, seeking more, and who is he to deny? Offering a faint squeeze as his palm slides down to the curve of hip, he allows himself to seek in the indulgence of having a woman kissing him slow, deeply and sensually, than taking a peek at Finn's fuming expression.

He hardly needs to, he can feel the boy's boiling wrath heating up the room.

Or perhaps it's the presence of you bringing-in the heat - say many, many things about Finn in the poorest light possible, but at the very least, he seems to have an impressive taste in women.

And it turns out, the arrogant boy also seems to have more idiocy than Silco originally believed, if he's unable to keep such an impressive woman. Something Silco can't help but view with scorn, as his fingers reach up to grasp at your chin to tilt your head with the next slow, deepened kiss, which you reciprocate with a certain eagerness.

You are certainly something special. Few would have the guts, or the idiocy, to come to him with such a forward request, particularly one as juvenile as help make an ex-partner jealous.

It's entertaining. And also necessary, as he chances a glance over at the fuming slitted-gaze from across the room, the rapid clicks of a lighter distant, but indeed irritated.

'This is what happens when you don't take care of your things, boy,' Silco thinks as his duo-colored eyes briefly meet Finn's from across the room, in time with the shuddering breath you give against his mouth as his long fingers trace up your spine. 'A painful, but necessary lesson.'

And an entertaining one indeed, as Finn stands so quickly that the chair clatters to the ground, and he storms off with a certain, childish stomping to his steps. Lazed duo-colored eyes watch the door of his establishment slam shut, with your small smile brushing against his jawline.

"I imagine your next meeting will be eventful."

"Perhaps. Though I'm curious to see what wins out - his anger or his pride."

You chuckle and pull back completely, smirking into the Eye's face with a satisfied curl on your slightly swollen lips, and flicking out his tongue over his own, he speaks slowly with fingers still holding onto your chin. "The fury of a woman-scorched seems to be the far more disastrous than that of the wounded pride of Finn. I think I can survive the eventful meeting to come, considering I seem to be surviving you."

"And vice-versa," You muse, hands sliding up slowly from the dark leather vest. It seems to be in-time with the slow, considering thumb smoothing along the line of your jaw, with a palm coming to almost thoughtfully cupping beneath the point of your chin as your fingers curl over the man's shoulders. You swallow faintly, something Silco feels more than sees. "Surprised you agreed to help with this little domestic-spat."

"What can I say? It's entertaining."

"I'm sure you can find other sources of enjoyment here in the Playground."

Silco doubts it, or at least doubts he's bound to find a pastime as entertaining as this one. He only hums in acknowledgement though, raising the long-neglected cigar back to his lips to breath in slow and deeply, still studying you. Entertaining indeed, but not strictly necessary, now that a message has been so-clearly sent, and Finn's humiliations on full-display in the form of you sitting in the Eye of Zaun's lap, kissing him as if you were partners of the romantic-variety, and not of the spiteful kind.

You're not necessary. But you are fun, and perhaps it's more than a bit childish, but Silco feels like indulging himself, and potentially have more fun with you.

Your eyes take note of how he tilts his chin just-enough for him to blow out smoke to the side, his sly smirk cutting through the haze of grey between your face and his, like a knife.

"How would you like to make that meeting be eventful indeed?"

Silco's smirk is knife-like, while your own malicious-tinged grin is nothing short of cutting. It remains, even as you lean forward to respond with a simple brush of your lips to his.

"You're very forward, Silco."

"No... just indulging in some fun."