To handle Narseh's new found jealousy toward Kipling after he caught the tail end of the conversation between her, her brother, and Kipling. Something about Kipling seeing her in unclothed form within washroom during morning hours. Juliana invited Narseh to meet her within The Plaza on the eve of midnight on a weekend night. Which he do just to be alone with her without members of their families around and dressed as casually had he could, so attention wouldn't be drawn to him. When she appeared at said meeting place with where they were going for rest of the night without question.
"The Rowdy Raven?" Narseh questioningly repeated what she said.
What he got was a simple nod of her head instead of using actually words to answer him as she held his hand the whole walk. Stopping a few times to take in the sights of the city from the way the stars looked in the darken sky. Those twinkling lights laid out within a blacken of black and blue above their heads with milky white sphere drifting around. Had him asking her, if she ever seen such a sight on deck of Grandmother Mazelinka's boat during her parent's travels. What he got was another head nod before they would start walking again toward the entrance a seedy tavern.
"You first?" He offered for her to go first through the entrance.
He ended up being pulled along with her instead of her letting go of the hand she was currently holding on too. He wouldn't stop once following when they stepped beyond the door into a place one was comfortable in. Eyes of Vesuvia underworld watching the heir apparent to the city being guided by regular to this place. Bartender would nod at Julaina when she pointed to what was her family's usual table when they came here.
"Take a seat." She would tell Narseh while remove her scarf form her head. "They will bring us something to drink."
"We could met at the Palace and talked." He'd reached out.
Once he grasped the back of a chair to pull from the table and tried to offer her to be the firs to seat down. He would get a head nod form her and told to be the one to seat down as she wanted to make a point with him. He would tuck the chair back under the table not wanting to do so until he heard what she said.
"I noticed since my 16th birthday... a change took place with you." She spoke of how he felt toward her for some time. "May I ask does this have to do with your feelings of affection toward me?"
"Your talking about what my sister thinks is a phrase for me." He would recall Nessaea's words.
"A silly crush on daughter of a Fugitive Doctor." She spoke Nessaea's words excellently.
He could ask her about how she knew what his sister had to say about his romantic notions toward her of late. To be reminded of her Prophetic Dreaming in which she could see certain events through her dreams. That she once demonstrated on his 10th birthday when he asked about what gifts did he get from his grandparents. She told him in detail what he got and how the item would be wrapped or where he could find it.
"Forgot you could do that." He always thought that was her best feature.
"Only the little things." She hatred that detail.
He would end up sighing with one his hands sliding through end of his ponytail he had styled his hair this night. Slamming his hands on the either side of the tucked in chair with a loud thud upon the table's surface while slowly lifting his head. Not caring about the attention was drawn to them when redness of his irises made directed contact with hers. Watching the heaving of her chest to the way her throat move when she took a air through her nostrils were observed.
"Juliana Padmavati Devorak, Daughter of a Nevivon Fugitive Doctor and a Vesuvian Magician..." Narseh summoned up his as much courage as he could. "You have captured my heart after years of growing beside you as a friend. Will your please accept my feeling of love toward you?"
"Yes." She bluntly said. "Took you long enough to confess."
Narseh could only smile when he would stand up from his seat stating if she knew about his feeling of adoration toward her. She shrugged stating she inherited her father's need a dramatic confession in a place she was most comfortable. Since she didn't want to anyone at her home to make a big deal about his acknowledgment toward her. This was best place she could think for the two of them to talk was within this tavern her father always brought her.
"Now can you seat down?" She would ask again pointing to his seat.
"Only if your seat down?" He would ask her in turn.
She sighed and knew he wasn't going to do what she asked until she ended up doing accepting his gentlemanly gesture. The two would be interrupted when two mugs were slammed on the table's edge followed by suggestion they could be quiet. Juliana agree would take place and payment could be placed on her father's tab before they were left alone.
"Alright I'll seat down first." Narseh would took the hint.
When he was pulling out the chair fair enough with one of his hands as other laid upon the table when he sat down. He looked up assume that Juliana had taken the seat across or beside him and started to drink from of the mugs on the table. Unable to find the actual person that was standing him since her scarf was the only thing on one of the chair. Left him about to get up and ask the nearest patron what had happen to her when he felt something reach for his lap. Down he looked to find tussle of reddish brown hair and flash of Light Blue colored eyes under the table he occupied.
"What are you doing?" He asked in his lowest voice.
"I always wanted to do something like this." She whispered. "Father once told him about mother doing this to him."
"By sucking me off under the table?" Narseh couldn't help but be entertained at her idea.
Back his seat he would lean to accommodate what she wanted to do by spreading his legs to make room for her. When felt let fingers tips making quick work of sash that was tied around his belt to secure his pants. How she massaged inner most parts of his thighs through material of his pants when she worked up. Carefully tied knot with her fingertips by taking her time to trance contours of his flexing muscles. That would come loose in a one tug and allow her reach up with one of her hands to forming bulge. Cupping and slowly rubbing the hardening dick within her palm as her other hand slides toward his pants' waistband.
"Want anything in particular?" She whispered her question.
"Just that elegant pink tongue taking tasting me." He would come to close his eyes. "Your hands kneading me into a..."
He had to bite into his lower lip to fight back a moan when he could feel her hands working him out of his undergarment and then his pants. Cold air of the tavern wrapped around his heated corpus cavernosum slowly extending with small hands. View of her she tilting her head ever so slowly to the side to place a simple kiss to the side of him. Sharp intake of breath of much needed air into his lungs from that sensation of those moist lips left his head spinning. Got worst when she brought her tongue out from those lips and started to lick her way to his very tip of his prepuce.
"Julee!" Narseh could be feel his balls on verge of tightening. "I am... coming...would like..."
She under stood what he was trying to tell her by sliding her mouth over his swollen head in a bobbing motion. Slowly working his sizable member into the depths of her throat once she hollowed out her cheeks and got passed her gag reflex. Taking her time to cover him completely with her mouth further work him. Going back to licking the underside with long drawn out to small a tentative swipe on him. Her hands lazily found their way to where his base met a thick patch of hair the color of morning sun's ray. Where she would dig just the the tips of her nails into the skin where roots of that hair lay.
"Julee! ...I... " He eyes flew open when he felt the pressure.
Until one hand carefully held the back of her head to steady her while other rested on one of her shoulders when he lurched forward. His teeth clenched when he spilled his load entirely into her mouth spurt by spurt as she swallowed whole. She pulled away from him with a mixture of her saliva and his own fluids dripping from her chin with her heavily breathing. Her hands came to lay at her sides with steams of her magic unraveling from her tips of one of her fingers. Gliding across the floor to chair where her head scarf would be snagged from it's resting place and dragged to her hand. Grasped by her fingers and lifted to her face to wipe away salty flavor mixing with watery liquid secreted from her mouth.
Narseh made quick work tucking himself back into his undergarment and his pants catching his breath along the way. Straightening him self out before he reached out a hand to help Juliana out from under the table into his lap to seat. She would have the scarf pulled from her face to see the hidden smile that reflected his own when the gazed into other eyes.
"Great way to start off a relationship." He happily huff.
"You want to start out how my parents met?" She asked him with a eye roll.
"How about mine?" He remembered the story.
Two knew the tales of how the other's parents met since they were when they were told as children . Juliana would come ask her mother, if her father ever got brain damage from being hit with a glass bottle by mommy in her shop. Narseh would come to wonder why someone would need to be drunk or past intoxicated to ask one another to get married.
"We ever get around to asking each other to marry..." She pointed from her to him.
"No getting drunk when I pop the question?" He asked with a raised eye brow.
"I promise not to hit you with a bottle." She answered.
This earned her a kiss on the side of her lips by him as their mugs were pulled his side by her streams of her magic. Was a suggestion he could end up taking around moving around in his seat to adjust his sash. That would be end up being tied around his waist like before with some help from Juliana.
"Can you..." She would have hard time asking. "...like sleep over..."
"Yes, since I already informed the Palace I wouldn't be home." He assured her. "We can leave for your home any time."
Her smile was all he needed to see on her before she was allowed to pull a chair closer to his own use her magic streams. Being allowed to leave his lap and take her seat in the chair with him leaning toward the tables, taking hold of their drinks, and passing her drink to her. Topic of conversation that came up what the either would wear for the Masquerade. Julian would reach toward her cleavage to pull out a folded piece of paper she had placed there that morning. She would allow to unfold corner by corner using her magical streams before torn sides with scribble on the surface.
"A list." He noticed the formation which everything was written.
"Just ideas of what to dress as..." She first few sips of her drink had her in mild disgust of who would drink this.
"I think I have been given a idea of what to wear." He looked over the scribble. "Who you took after when it comes to hand witting?"
Juliana would go on how people out side her family always gave her compliments about her neat and liable hand writing. Compared to her brother, whose own was in middle of her father's unreadable writing and her mother's form of short hand.
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Kipling with help of Grandmother Mazelinka tried to find a suitable place within re- constructed section of the city. Either the building had a existing issue that needed extensive work or the structure didn't mean his standards. Left him to hang around the small place that Grandmother Mazelinka called her own.
"I hear you have Vesuvian blood in your veins from your mother." Mazelinka brought up Kipling's linage.
"Yes, my mother and her side of the family left Vesuvia when plague started." He recalls the tale. "Relocated to my father's city and settled there, To only expend when my mother met and fell in love with my father. I was soon born of their wedded bliss and grew up on stories of Vesuvia from her side an her as bed time stories."
"What do you think of your mother's homeland?" Mazelinka asked rather curious.
Kipling couldn't put to words of a place he mother painted through stories of what Vesuvia was like before the plague. Bustling streets and back allies filled with life of the people going on their daily lives each day. Colorful stalls and booths one could find within the large shopping center with various businesses from all already. A temple distract was where of many different faiths reside and people are free to practice different cultures, or spiritual practices. Were among one many places that he come to admire about this city-state built into a cliff.
"Does your mother and her family ever want to come back?" Mazelinka asked.
"Regretively, no." He sorrowfully spoke. "Some died in natural causes and others in accidents."
He took a moment to reach for a small and framed painting he kept tucked away in inner pocket of his waist coat. Would come to be laid on the table for Mazelinka to gaze upon his parents as he sighed before explaining. His mother had become bed ridden a few months before he planned to leave for Vesuvia and secretly sleeping with Julius.
"Last time I saw her was when she encouraged me to come back to her homeland with her blessing." He rested his face upon his hand.
"She most be proud of you." Mazelinka reached out with her own hands to hand hold of his own.
He would have gone on about how her smile being the last thing he saw when he bored the Galleon in through the front burst Julian. Arms raised above his head while he stood in middle of the room with front door wide open and smiling. Head moved to the side just enough he was staring at Mazelinka and Kipling at the table having a moment.
"May we come in now?" Jewel would ask standing outside the opened entrance. "Maybe inquire about where to have lunch."
"Yes, come on in." Mazelinka completely ignored Julian blocking her line of sight. "I am making stew."
In Jewel would walk with filled basket on her arm as other would grasp the knob of the door and swing it closed. Greeting Kipling and asking if he found a suitable place to call his own as she attempted to walk around Julian. To only have him hook an arm around her waist and ask when he become chopped liver. She sighed and went on ignoring him to a wait Kipling's answer to her question to finding a home.
"Seems I'll be staying with you all a little bit longer." He tried to put on his best smile without succumbing to a snicker.
"We have grown to like having you with in our home." Julian would answer for Jewel. "Your noises of robust your love making with her son gives us hopes of grandchild some day."
"I thought we discussed to keep that bit of information between us." Jewel leered at Julian.
Julian went on to speak about the joys of being a grandfather toward grandchild he could pass on his knowledge. More little feet running around their shop at all hours of the day while nighttime was filled with stories of legends. Sweeping Jewel off her feet as he further added describe one had to have his dear Jewel's boundless chestnut curls and fare peach skin. Maybe he's Grey eyes mixed in with his long, thin nose and moderately thin lips to boot.
"We're haven't even become official to everyone." Kipling knew he and Julius were still a secret. "Let alone talk about children."
"Hurry!" Julian stopped in place with Jewel still in his arms. "I wait for the day of little feet running toward him."
"That is not a chose for you to make." Jewel and Mazelinka remind Julian.
Regretfully Julian would return Jewel to her feet with his dreams about becoming a grandfather dashed before his eyes. To be put at ease when he was given a kiss to the side of his mouth by Jewel as a reminder they did have one more. He could beg to give him at least few little feet to run around him if he nagged her enough to confess to Narseh. Placed his signature smile upon his face before leaning down toward his loving wife and returning the kiss ten fold.
"This is why I love you." He whispered for her to only hear.
"I thought that it had to be, that I was only woman, besides your sister, that could tolerate you." She joked.
"You hurt me so." He took one of her hands and looked into her eyes. "Want to ease my pain?"
They were broken up when Mazelinka's placed a wooden spoon between their mouths and remind them where they were.