Good day! Beautiful time it's making out there, no?

Going to have me swooning in no time. Should I expect you to drop by the casino again sometime? Or will you be picking me up directly at my place?

More binding than any other lately. . . You do know how to make a girl feel special, Matty.

A promise, then?

Don't threaten me with a good time, handsome.

Stick around me long enough and you'll find out~

Maybe I am, a little~

Astrid leaned forward to capture his mouth in another kiss, this one briefer, but no less full of eagerness.

"Most certainly. Rather difficult not to."

Her thumb caresses his cheek, all while a similarly dopey grin crosses her lips.

"Maybe I did."

But with him so close, his arms coiled so gently around her waist, Astrid feels like the lucky one — her fingers rise to cradle his cheek, hooking him in placee as she allows her lips to slide against his in a lengthy kiss.

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Astrid's lips quirk in a delighted grin. His body feels firm under her hands, and even their initial magnificent kisses have already started increasing the temperature. She lets her fingers trickle down his chest and stomach, marveling at every line and muscle they find.

The bastard knows what he's doing, and knows it well. Astrid melts into his kiss with ease, letting her fingers travel back and slowly brush through his soft locks of hair, keeping him in place.

Her lips part for him in a moment, a shudder running through her as his tongue slips past.

He moves with shocking swiftness. Before she knows it his arm coils around her waist, reeling her close enough to press his firm torso against her own. The warmth of his lips ghosts over hers, sin and temptation all in one.

Cupping his cheek, she closes the distance, stealing a firm kiss.

A breath hitches in her throat. Matt's grip falls firm upon her waist, enough to leave her wondering how it might feel elsewhere on her body. Astrid leads him along, grinning as they make their way inside.

"The real question is: can you?"

The proximity alone sends her heart racing, but the warm breath that caresses her ear is enough to send a shiver tumbling down her spine.

"Good thing we have the whole night to put that to the test."

She guides him to cross the street, towards the front steps of her apartment building.

"Maybe we will. I don't like doing things halfway."

Nor does she like to wait, not when every word he says sounds enticing, and lights a new spark within her soul — Astrid thanks every higher power out there that she lives only four blocks away from the Gold Coin.

"That'll be for me to judge, mister. . ."

Mischief coated every single one of the words leaving her lips. With her hold on him intact, she gently turned left and guided him down the street.

"So." A grin. "Comfortable, you said. Just how comfortable do you mean?"

Astrid cannot help the chuckle, falling in step with Matt, right by his side.

"Then I hope you make for a good cushion, because with this hold I have on you, I'm going right down with you."

Thankfully, they make their exit through the front doors trip-free.

"We shall."

He stands with an elegance she never expects out of anyone outside royalty, and she's rather charmed by it. Slow and steady she rises to her feet, too, letting her arm coil around his.

"I'll follow your lead."

"Comfortable," comes her voice, low and playful, with an edge of curiosity that betrays exactly what the rest of her answer to him is going to be.

Astrid leaves her own glass to the side.

"I could use comfortable."

Astrid bites down on her grin to keep it from growing any further. The warmth of his hand covers her with ease, leaving the skin there tingling.

"And if I tell you that your instincts are right?"

Now, her smile does widen, a delighted air about it.

Astrid extends her hand, too, lets it graze ever so slightly against his.

"You must have plenty of that kind of company, sir~"

Quite the smirk he wears — it feels targeted, like he's practiced to make it work in his favor.

A practice that's clearly paid off.

"I hear it's quite entertaining company~"

She too drinks a decent-sized gulp, letting some curiosity crawl over her eyes.

"So what are you doing here? Is this a celebratory drink for having a nice day at work?"

"Hey! Sweetspots don't come by all that often."

With a light smile, she pretends not to notice the brief pause before he speaks and merely lifts her glass to clink it with his.

"We should drink to that."

"I'll be looking out next time I'm on shift to see if you come by again."

She lifts the glass to her lips, taking a brief sip of her drink.

"Other than my surprise visit here? Same old, same old. And you?"

"You underestimate the influence of having an affable and frankly endlessly charming croupier dealing you the cards."

The grin on her lips remains bright, her finger circling the rim of her glass.

"Haven't had an angry drunk in days, so I can't complain."

New Yorker through and through indeed. Astrid ordered a mojito for herself, chuckling at his words.

"A pity. It was fun having you at the table. Don't get many lucky ones who win on their first try."

"Had to swing by for a delivery for one of my coworkers. But since I'm not on shift tonight, I figured I'd take advantage of the opportunity and have a little fun." She grins.

"How about you? Miss winning the big bucks at blackjack?"