[ttd] it's in his kiss [charlie]

"And these are for you," Torr said as he brought out a small box of chocolates, cracking open the lid so he could show her the assortment, but slapping her hand away as Perdy tried to take one. "Nuh uh," he tsked. "Not yet." Then he gave her his best smile, devilment lighting in his cobalt blue eyes as he stood in Perdy's foyer dressed in his usual black leather on black tshirt on black jeans look, debauchery and greed completing the ensemble.

It was later in the evening and Torr had said he would stop by with a surprise earlier in the day and had actually followed through. Mostly because he was pretty sure the 'gift' he had made for her was more for him than her, but hell if she wasn't going to have a great time as well. Why he had taken the time to concoct some laced chocolates for her he wasn't sure considering they had no trouble in that department all on their own. But the idea of magic ratcheting both of them up an extra notch had wheedled its way into his brain and now he couldn't stop thinking about it. It wasn't exactly Amortentia, but a darker sister to it: more raw, more primal, and with a few drops of his sweat in the potion, it was tailored for a response to him. The epitome of egomania and Torr wasn't ashamed one bit. He didn't think she could get any louder or more responsive or-- fuck he was getting distracted, but they would soon find out it seemed.

He nudged the door behind him, not bothered to shut it all the way as he left the chocolates on the table in the foyer and nodded toward the kitchen. "Still have my vodka?" he asked, wanting to indulge in a little bit of all of his favorite things before they climbed the steps to her bedroom. If they even made it there.

@Charlie Baker @Perdita Bloom

"Ooh," Perdy cooed as she eyed the box. "Are those chocolates from Paris?" She asked, not recognising the sleek design. She didn't think she was high maintenance (she was) but she did like fancy chocs. As her hand reached out, her eyes widened in surprise. "Ow!" She exclaimed with a frown, snatching it back as her full lips down turned into a pout. She scowled. She hated not getting her way and she especially hated being told what not to do.

Torrence's "surprises" were usually bedroom or jewellery related, and while she enjoyed them, she was both pleased and surprised to see something else on offer. "Thanks," Perdita replied flatly as he brushed by her and down into the hallway, mildly annoyed at how comfortable he looked in her home. She stayed still as she chewed on her lip, debating whether or not she should open the box. She didn't have much to lose - she quite liked Torrence's brand of punishment.

At the mention of vodka, she pulled a face. "I hate vodka," she replied before trailing after him. She had a bad relationship with it, which was also why she couldn't drink tequila any more because it tasted like bad decisions.

"Kitchen. Top shelf," Perdita directed him, gesturing to the place where she kept everything that wasn't wine. There was some gin, vodka, rum, mostly untouched, except for the occasional time where she made her own mixed drinks and nearly blew her poor dad's face off. How was she supposed to know the correct measurements anyway? Apparently, three parts vodka to one part juice was not the right path to take.

Sitting on one of the stools on the breakfast bar, she rested her elbows on the table and her chin in an upturned palm as she watched him, unaware the front door was still open. "So," she began with a smile, head tilted. "Are we doing body shots or what?"