<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - Shamelessly flirting with Mae while she goes for his meat - Persephone=-</strong></div><br/>For a fluttering moment, Vincent felt a sense of doubt that he misread the signals Mae had been giving him when she walked aside without accepting his offered arm.  Though that fear quickly subsided as he noticed her hand glide across his body.  The thin shirt did nothing to mask the warmth of her touch as he stood there, allowing her to continue whatever plan she had in mind.  Vincent's eyes followed her until she had found the blindspot directly behind him where he wouldn't be able to see her without straining.  As much as he wanted to see what she was up to, such a contortion of the body was hardly sensually appealing to the eye.  His eyes closed slowly, dreamily as he felt Mae's hands glide along his back somehow making him feel a little lightheaded.  They snapped back open the moment he felt her muscles tense and her weight shift as he realized what she had intended to do.  A wide grin spread across his lips the instant he felt her jump up, his hands reached back to catch her mid-thigh as she mounted him.<br/><br/><em>"How did you know nibbling on a meat stick was one of my most favorite things to do?”</em><br/><br/>It took him no time to compensate his balance when Mae jumped on his back, but her enticing words only served to rob him of it.  Vincent became entirely aware of the pressure her thighs exerted along his hips, the intimate embrace of her arms along his shoulders and chest, the sweet scent of her hair, and the warmth of her breath along the side of his head.  It had been almost exactly as he had envisioned it countless times in countless fantasies, the only thing that was out of place was that he was facing in the entirely wrong direction.<br/><br/><em>"Lead the way my good man. I place my time and more importantly, my hungers in your most capable hands.”</em><br/><br/>A wolfish smile revealed a small line of teeth through partially parted lips, accentuating his canine to give him a particularly mischievous appearance.  With a quick bend and straightening of his knees, he hoisted Mae more firmly upon his back while at the same time moving his hands back another inch or so.  It would put too much of a strain on his body to move his hands back far enough to support her by cupping her firm ass.  At least he speculated it was firm, never having been able to find out for himself, but the accrued hours of admiring it had certainly led him to believe that was the case.  It would have been no problem if he were facing the other way, but again, that wasn't the case.  Yet.  So he would settle with getting just a little closer for now while still being able to carry her.  A sensual bliss radiated from the back of his neck through his entire body like a smooth flowing wave as he felt the light touch of Mae's lips upon his flesh.  It felt good enough to elicit a low resonating moan and Vincent made no effort to hide it.  There was no doubt in his mind that she knew what she was doing to him and the last thing on his mind was to fight it.<br/><br/><em>"Feed me your meat big boy, I have a feeling we are gonna need all the energy we can get tonight!"</em><br/><br/>"In that case, it's a good thing that my meat has an abundant supply of protein that makes a great meal no matter the time of day.  Though it always makes for a perfect late night snack."  Vincent's hands held a firm grip on Mae's thighs as he walked, more so than would have been appropriate if their relationship was entirely platonic.  Much to his delight, she didn't seem to mind in the least.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Vincent was in no particular hurry to get to the small eatery.  Mae's lean form was light enough to keep from exhausting him, especially when travelling at a casual stride.  Plus, he was savoring every moment of their physical closeness.  After several blocks the smell of fuel and exhaust was overwhelmed by the aroma of spices and food cooked to perfection.  It was enough to cause Vincent's stomach to rumble.  No matter how hard you tried, it was all but impossible to get genuinely grilled food when travelling in the black.  Air tight ships never lent themselves well to open fires and bellowing smoke.  It didn't take Vincent long to gather his bearings and find the small restaurant with signage that struggled to stand out amongst neons and billboards simply reading 'Sagura's'.  It was a narrow place that looked as though it had been wedged in a large ally between two buildings.  The facade was divided into two parts, at one half was a simple door with modest decorations while the other half was a large opening that framed a recessed countertop.<br/><br/>As they approached, they were all by drawn in by the smell of tender meat sizzling over a genuine wood fire.  Vincent slipped between the draping cloth that offered some measure of privacy to those who chose to dine outside or place to go orders.  The man behind the counter noticed the flicker of movement in his peripheries and turned to greet the newcomers with a warm smile.  Sagura was a man of tall, solid build that looked as though he would be anywhere between thirty and fifty years old.  Vincent always marveled how the man always managed to maintain a perfectly clean chef's apron despite being surrounded by a myriad of sauces, oils, and grilled food.<br/><br/>"Shall we eat here or grab a few skewers to go?  If you can keep from poking out an eye, I would be more than happy to continue carrying you under two conditions.  First, since my hands are going to be busy holding you up, you're going to need to feed me.  And second," Vincent's voice gained a sultry edge to it, "it is your job to lick off anything you get on me."