Qrow shut the door to Roman's penthouse with a sigh, rolling his shoulders and unhooking Harbinger from the small of his back. Taking care to lock the door, Qrow turned to the room at large, setting his jaw at the sight. If there was ever something he and Roman disagreed on, it was how much stuff one needed to own. And Roman was ever ostentatious. He dropped Harbinger next to Roman's cane, which was leaning on the brick of the penthouse's fireplace. Qrow wouldn't've been surprised if the damned thing had never been lit in the first place.

Roman lounged in the center of the room on his off-white couch like a diva, clicking through the channels of the TV perched atop the mantle. Qrow didn't care to pay attention to whatever Roman was watching once he stopped.

"I'm back," he said, as if it was necessary.

Roman slid his gaze over to Qrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I can see that. How was your mission?"

Qrow shrugged and headed off to the adjacent kitchen as Roman turned back to the TV. Qrow missed Roman's grin widening as someone began babbling on the TV - not that Qrow cared to listen to it, anyways. "Mission happened. Not much more to say," Qrow said, squatting down behind the island counter so he could open Roman's drinks cabinet. "Killed some Grimm. Same old, same old." He grabbed a bottle and stood, kicking the cabinet closed as he turned to another. Glasses rustled as Qrow sifted through them, eventually choosing one to his liking.

"Fascinating."

Qrow turned back to face the living room, hoisting the bottle and glass. "Want some?"

"No, thank you."

Qrow shrugged and set the bottle of scotch down, followed by the glass. It didn't take long for him to uncork it and pour some out, filling the glass to his fancy before putting the bottle back in Roman's cabinet. A sickening rumble later, several chunks of ice fell into his glass from Roman's fridge, causing the kingpin to perk up and narrow his eyes at Qrow.

"Was that the Dust one or the filtered one?"

Qrow leaned back against the island counter, squinting a bit at the fridge's panel before making his way back to Roman. "Filtered, I think. Why?"

"Dust prices," Roman said, settling back down on the couch, one arm at an angle to support his head. "Saving it for if I ever have company."

A million different possibilities ran through Qrow's mind at that, causing a grimace to form on his face. "Lovely," he muttered, before leaning over the back of the couch to stare down at Roman. "Isn't that your fault, anyways?"

Roman waved him off. "Details, details."

Qrow blew out a puff of air, flicking his gaze up to Roman's TV. There was an auction show on, with a roundtable of different gems, necklaces, rings, and bracelets. The man on the show was currently trying to sell the viewers on some kind of multi-colored sapphire chain.

The address of the auction house was in the bottom left of the screen.

"No," Qrow said, glaring down at Roman. Roman looked up at Qrow, fake innocence shining from his emerald eye.

"Hm?~"

Qrow lightly bapped Roman's head, doubling down on his frown. "I said 'no'."

"Oh, come on, they're so pretty," Roman replied, one hand coming up to fix his hair. "I'm sure they wouldn't miss a few."

"What would you even do with them?" Qrow asked, taking a tired sip of his scotch.

"Give 'em to you," Roman teased, smirking. "Saw a nice few silver rings a minute or two ago."

Qrow huffed and took another swig. "Still no."

He blinked, taking himself out of his glass as he felt Roman's hand grab his shirt by the lapel. Qrow's eyes found Roman's, mischievous and mesmerizing and all sorts of sultry. "Get down here then, and convince me not to."

Qrow grinned, his lips curling up into a wolfish smile. "No problem."

He pulled back from Roman's grip, making his way around the couch and passing in front of Roman's view of the TV. Qrow set his drink down on the low crystal table -also probably stolen, who was he kidding- and flipped himself into Roman's lap, now straddling the younger man.

"How's this?"

Roman's only reply was to grab Qrow by the collar again, pulling him down and into a kiss. "Mmm~. Acceptable."

Qrow fake-pouted as he broke from the kiss, crossing his arms as he leaned back on Roman's thighs. "Only acceptable?"

"Lay with me."

Qrow rolled his eyes but shimmied into position, kicking his shoes off as he did so. Roman hated it when shoes got on the furniture. 'Case in point,' Qrow thought, as Roman wrapped his right leg around Qrow's own, not a boot to be found. Qrow sighed and laid his head on Roman's chest, flicking his gaze back over to the TV.

"Can you at least not plan robberies when I'm here?" Qrow asked, beleaguered, as Roman wrapped an arm around his torso. Qrow wiggled a bit, getting into a more comfortable position as their bodies intertwined in the softest type of intimacy.

"What would you prefer?" Roman replied, picking up the remote once more.

Qrow glanced over to the clock in the kitchen, hm-ing a bit. "It's about like, twenty-one hundred, right? I think the good horror movies come on around now. I've always loved those."

Roman pretended the light shiver at the utterly delighted tone Qrow's voice had taken on hadn't happened. "Never took you for the horror type," he said delicately, passing over the remote so Qrow could flip through the channels and find one he liked. The Huntsman immediately punched a few buttons and brought up the menu, heading for the search icon.

"Oh, yeah. Liked 'em since I first saw 'em in Beacon. Had loads of fun mocking all the characters with Rae. Like, seriously, just dodge!" Qrow cracked a genuine smile and switched his gaze back over to Roman, whose expression had turned to one of decided indifference. Qrow's own face fell in return, a small, resigned note entering his voice. "What, you don't like horror?"

"I simply don't see the point in causing more terror when the Grimm already exist," Roman said, shrugging and resettling on the couch. He waved an imperious hand. "Do as you please."

"Oh, come on, don't bullshit me," Qrow retorted, setting the remote down, turning his neck slightly to gaze up at Roman. "You're a major criminal, you can't rea -" Qrow cut himself off, eyes going wide with realization. "Oh, by the Brothers."

Qrow's smirk just begged to be slapped off of him, and Roman barely resisted the temptation. "Can't what?" Roman asked, doing his best to remain detached in voice and body. It didn't work.

"You're scared of horror movies."

He froze. "I am not -"

"Oh, you totally are. That's adorable. Roman Torchwick, criminal mastermind extraordinaire, can't handle horror."

"Shut up," Roman hissed, turning an undignified shade of red that he would forevermore swear hadn't happened. "I just don't like them."

Qrow, the bastard, hadn't stopped smiling. "Aww, babe, that's fine," he said, grin growing even more wicked. "I'll protect you.~"

It took everything Roman had not to shove Qrow off of him, and then, for good measure, shove Qrow off the balcony only a few sweet feet away. But, knowing him, Qrow would survive by some insane feat that Roman could never hope to understand, and then be back minutes later to torment him again. So instead, Roman chose to grit his teeth and turn his head away from Qrow's mirth-filled gaze.

Maybe if he did it several times, Qrow'd run out of Aura. But then, how to convince Qrow to fall for it twice. . .

Qrow touched Roman's still-pinkened cheek, interrupting that murderous train of thought and causing Roman to cut his eyes back over to him. Qrow's smile was gentler, now, but that didn't mean Roman trusted it for any more than a split second. "You're pretty cute when you're embarrassed, y'know that?"

He should've shoved him. "Go fuck yourself."

Qrow chuckled, low and dark, before sitting up and stretching. "Thought that was your job," he teased, before picking the remote up and finally selecting a movie. Qrow stood, and Roman was quick to sit up in riposte, swatting at Qrow's rear. Qrow shot a smirk over his shoulder at Roman as he walked over to the light-switch, flicking it off and plunging the room into the natural Valian darkness. "Don't worry," Qrow said as he returned, plopping a kiss on Roman's head as he sat on the kingpin's left. "You're cute all the time."

Roman rolled his eyes as Qrow shuffled down on the couch, now laying flat with his legs wrapped around Roman's waist. Taking his cue, Roman thusly laid down on Qrow, his head over the Huntsman's heart. Unfortunately for Roman, that angle gave him ample view of the TV, which now had the introductory credits rolling. He took that chance to shuffle into a more comfortable position, pointedly ignoring Qrow's inane smirk and the ominous music.

"What's wrong? Seen this one before?" Qrow asked, reaching over to grab his drink and finish it off.

"Why would I watch something I don't like?" Roman retorted, before sighing. "No, I haven't. Which is the problem."

Qrow set his empty glass down, and Roman gave a thankful sigh that Qrow had at least used one of the coasters already on his table. As cheap as free was, crystal wasn't exactly easy to come by. "I've got you," Qrow said, wrapping his left arm around Roman.

"How reassuring."

Qrow rolled his eyes, threading his legs through Roman's in what was clearly both a sweet attempt at comfort, and a nefarious attempt at trapping him. "You'll be fiiiiine, pumpkin."

Roman merely hmpf'd in return, resigning himself to a night of flinching and cursing and maybe just kicking Qrow out of revenge. If Roman got out of this with any stress marks, he was kicking Qrow out for a week, at least.

Roman repressed a shiver as the movie itself began, burrowing himself in Qrow's embrace. At least he was doing all the proper good boyfriend things - holding him tight, rubbing his back, warning him when the scariest parts would come on.

Maybe, just maybe, Qrow had been right.