Pairing: Jude and Cardan
“Jude,” Cardan mused behind the High Queen hunched over her papers on her desk. “What is a bartender?” Jude looked at him with an unspoken question in her eyes. “Vivienne mentioned that it is a profession I would be well suited for,” he elaborated. “Is it one who tends bars of gold?”
“No,” she chuckles. “A bartender is someone who prepares drinks.”
“So a fermenter?” He offers her his hand. Deciding she’s done quite enough work for the day, she accepts it and rises to her feet.
“Not quite.” She wraps her arms around his neck, hands coming to rest at its nape. His move to her waist while her fingers play with the ends of his curls. She coils one around her finger and tugs. She knows it drives him crazy. Cardan’s head tips back at the pure shockwave of sensation that courses through him.
“In the mortal world, it is common to have drinks that are mixtures of other drinks. A bartender is the one who prepares those recipes, either based on what the customer asks of them or using creating a specialized drink for the person based on what they know about them.”
“I see, it does sound like a rather fascinating occupation.” A smirk curls his lips. He tugs her closer. “Perhaps I could be your bartender, sometime? I am confident I can create the perfect drink for you.”
“Oh no,” Jude laughs. “I’m not entirely sure I trust your taste.”
“Why not? I have excellent taste.”
“Really?” She raises a brow, eyes glittering with mirth. “Have you any proof?”
He spins her to face the mirror behind them and his arms come around her from behind this time. They wrap tightly around her waist pulling her into his embrace. His chin rests on her shoulder and she can feel his breath tickling her skin.
“I’m looking right at it.”
Her heart melts.
He sees her roll her eyes but there’s no malice or true annoyance behind them. The faint pink on her cheeks curves his mouth into a smile.
“I’m afraid the tastes I was referring to are of the intoxicating kind.”
“On the contrary,” he whispers, his lips skimming her neck. “You are without a doubt the most intoxicating substance I have ever had the fortune of experiencing.”
A shiver shoots down Jude’s spine and she finally allows body to do as her heart did. To melt into him. Rest herself against the hard planes of his chest. Trust him to hold her up. Trusting someone so completely was the greatest admission of love she could give. She didn’t have the same way with words he did, so she showed him in the smallest of her actions. Showed him how he held her heart in the palm of his hand. There was no one else she would rather trust with it.
“You are such a flirt,” she murmurs. I love it, she doesn’t say. I love all the sweet and beautiful words that fall from your mouth. I love that I can see the truth of those words in your eyes. He chuckles and she feels the quiver of his breath hot on her skin.
“Only for you,” he whispers his words slowly, languishly, as if he wishes to burn them into her skin. “My love.”
He is successful, she decides. They are burned into her. Her skin. Her heart. Her soul.
Just a super short drabble that came to mind while I was listening to a song (and going through writers block on my wips). Hope you liked it!!!