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i could be your private island

Who: Jecht & Aramat
What: Beach Date? Beach Date.
When: Dec 1, sometime in the afternoon
Where: One of Vista City's Beaches
Warnings: Possible skinny dipping, memories, kinda cute date stuff, etc.

After that photoshoot Xie An organized that left most the band frustrated and annoyed (including Tamara, and she's actually a goth off-time) she immediately called up the shirtless (and fit as all hell) older man caught her top hat about some... relaxation. Sure December was beginning so it certainly wasn't swimsuit season, but they can enjoy the beach anyway. The waves still come and go, even with winter approaching.

Bundled up in suitable winter clothes, but with a swimsuit underneath. (You never know, this date could possibly end at a pool or even a hot tub.) She follows the directions Jecht gave her to the beach and hopes to find him there.

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And she's gonna touch and feel the muscles in that skin, she admits that she likes that he's so tall and bigger than her. (Yeah, the thirst is real, guys.)

It's a little cold but Jecht's skin is warmer than average. "You must be very useful when there's no blankets or heat in the place."

"You look like you need 'em." He reaches out to tug on the collar of her coat, quite gently, just to tease her. "Guess we should get some warm food in you. And take care of any other way you might need some heat, huh?"

"Can we enjoy the beach a little more? You look like you enjoy it." Tamara coos to Jecht. Is the lady asking for a kiss?

Perhaps.

Jecht was a funny man in ways, a guy who wouldn't take 'perhaps' as permission. Call it a rebellion against the image that came with his genre, where guys womanized shamelessly and girls weren't safe at their shows.

But that didn't stop him from leaning in as she tilted her head up, making that 'perhaps' all the more tantalizing. "Enjoy it a lot more now that you're here."

What a gentleman, despite his rough, uncouth look. It's one of the things she likes most about him. Her hand caresses his facial hair, his jawline, inching even closer to him.

"I'd glad to help..." She breaks the distance between them in a kiss.

The moment he was sure about her intentions, he met her halfway. With a little help as his arms went around her, the better to lift her up to her tiptoes to help balance out their heights. Much like Jecht himself, his kiss was rough but a little sweet, and if it broke a little quicker than they might have intended, that was only because he couldn't help his smile.

"Yeah, this was worth coming out of the water."

She makes a pleased little noise at this. The roughness of his beard, the playfulness evident in that little kiss, the smile that comes after. Oh it's difficult to pull away.

"And it was worth trying..." She murmurs.

"Not showing up in a swimsuit is cheating, though," he said, not in any hurry to move back or let her go. Might be a bit oblivious to her comfort the way he's holding her almost off the ground, but not intentionally. "I really wanted to see that."

"I have one on underneath my clothes, just to let you know." Tamara says matter of factly. "This is really nice and all, but aren't you going to put me down."

We know it's tempting to lift the tiny hot woman.

Hell, he was barely aware he was going it. Heavy she wasn't. "Huh? Oh -- I suppose. If I gotta."

At that, he relaxed his grip, letting her sink back down and get her balance again. By now he was getting goosebumps, out of the water, as the drops slowly dried in the crisp air. "So my goal here is to get your clothes off and see what's underneath, huh?"

"I wouldn't say that. I wouldn't do it here, it's cold." More reason for him to be a gentleman.

"Then it sounds like I need to get you somewhere warm. And maybe fed out of the deal, huh?" Gentlemanly enough, though the two didn't necessarily go together. Even on a cold night, the beach had stands and shops nearby where people could go to grab a bite if they wanted. But Jecht's willing to do whatever the lady wishes.

"I tell you what..." Her voice low and beckoning. "Find me a warm place with water and maybe you'll see my swimsuit." Maybe a little bit more.

"You're pretty persuasive when you want to be." They could always go find a hotel and use the swimming pool there. Of course, that might give the wrong impressions all around... but given that kiss? Maybe not.

So sure, he knew how to play this, which was play like he was a big naive kid who only wanted to take her to the hotel for the swimming, unless he didn't need to. So he offered her an arm, faintly damp though it may be. "I think I know a place."

She gladly grabs his arm. "Well, show me."

"So I gotta ask you something," Jecht said in a different tone of voice -- he couldn't keep up the intimate attitude all the time, not and actually manage to accomplish anything but unsubtle suggestion. "Couple places on the 'net seem to think you've got an interesting musical past."

Tamara gives him a little look that spells mischief. "Just what sort of interesting, Jecht?"

The drummer arched his eyebrows right back at her. "Less gothic. Less classical. A bit... wilder."

"I've been in all kinds of bands before Crown of Thorns, in nearly all positions except for drums and non-bass guitar. Punk, Industrial, Metal, Grunge, hell the first band I joined when I was seventeen was a all girl band." Ever wonder where half Tamara's fanbase comes from? They are the faithful that have followed from band to band along the years.

"In a way it's like returning to my roots, classical is my foundation. As for the style? Well, it's closet to how I dress and my aesthetics off-stage."

Is experience a turn on for Jecht?

"Ha! I wasn't gonna believe it for sure till I heard it." His arm tightened beneath her hand like he was trying to lock her down and pull her in. Guess that was a 'yes', huh? "You know how stuff gets exaggerated or made up. Guess things that are too good to be true can be real sometimes!"

His excitement does make her giggle and comes closer to him. "You were hoping for it?"

"You kidding? Of course I was. That's great. Means you and me got shared history there." He brought a fist around for a bump, still keeping her hand tucked on his arm. "I've been playing for years, too, trying to hit it big. Plus your discography's awesome with all that in it."

And she gives him his little fistbump, smiling. "Like to tell me something Jecht?"

"You're hot as hell." Jecht nodded decisively. "I mean you don't need me to tell you that, but you have cred. That's something special."

"You've told me that before, baby. I just need something answered." But she like the worship nonetheless.

"What made you decide on metal as your music of playing choice?"

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