How many black birds were baked in the pie? - The House that Sin Built

Ren watched, offering the other woman a soft nod. Her fingers tightened giving Rai's hand a bit of a comforting squeeze. Her gaze was on Rai's face, on her eyes. She wondered idly if she was supposed to be jealous. Envious. She didn't know. Was that expected? Was that...normal? Her gaze ran over Ra'idah's face, her lips. She nervously licked her own as Luke moved toward the beautiful Sheriff. She couldn't have looked away even if she wanted to, and really, she didn't want to.

Her nod and reply could have meant any thing given the situation. So much could be said with a look, but looks could be misunderstood. Lacking the clearity of action which convyed clear and unmistakable intent. The question was then what was his intent and what actions would relay those intentions clearest. His attention turned inward as he reflected on such things he failed to note his bodies continued advance. Like a man in a dream events pressed forward with out him as his body took one final step toward Rai and his lips moved slowly toward hers. His mind caught up to the action far to late to put a stop to his bold presumption so instead it merely watched to she how she would respond.

She didn't seem to mind. Really, she almost seemed to almost... expect it? Something of that sort. Her eyes didn't close, but the lids did drift downwards, as though they had grown heavy. Her gaze fell and landed on his lips as he advanced toward her. She was shy, that much was definitely true, as was the simple truth that she didn't seem inclined to stop him. What else did she come here for, considering her doubts that the actual intention of the meeting was actual pie?

She didn't exactly move toward him. But her body flowed, stretching something like a large cat. It was an unconscious movement, the way her free hand reached out to touch him, to slide gently around his waist, unless he stopped her. She wasn't concerned that Ren would be jealous... she wanted the reassurance that it was okay, that there was nothing to be ashamed of. Since she saw nothing to indicate otherwise in the beautiful Brujah's face, there was no reason to stop him, was there?

There was reassurace, and curiosity, and perhaps a hint of desire as she watched the way the Sheriff moved and stretched. She was usually the naive one, the one who might very well have thought that 'pie' was just...well...pie.

Didn't seem that she minded what was going on in place of baking though. She was watching with rapt fascination as they moved closer to one another.

Unthwarted he continued on ward. His lips softly finding hers. He offered no objection when her arm slipped around his waist. Though the kiss was restrained almost chaste, Just the barest lingering contact between their lips and the he was pulling away slightly. Not enough to escape her grasp but enought to attempt to look into her eyes. His bright with unconcealed deviltry.

"My, that is good wine" He breath softly with a smile.

It was almost like a switch had been flipped inside of the blonde. It seemed that with that brief contact, the brushing of his lips against her own soft and warm ones, that the tension seemed to start to ebb away from her body. The hand in Ren's moved, but just enough to tug the Brujah closer to the two of them.

He could see her eyes clearly. They were bright and blue, and the tinges of worry that had been there off and on since he had met her at the bar seemed to slowly be edging its way out of them. The hand that had snaked around his waist wasn't forcing him to stay, opting instead to just rest there for the time that he looked her in the eye, the thumb gently caressing his hip.

The blush rose to her cheeks once again. While the tension was leaving her, it hadn't completely fled quite yet. She was still nervous, namely because the situation was risqué.

"I told you that it was," she whispered quietly, by way of an answer.

Ren allowed herself to be pulled in closer. HEr breathing was rapid and shallow, not quit panting, but certainly not normal breaths either. Her cheeks were flushed as well, mirroring those of the lovely woman who still held to her hand.

"So you did" he breath to her softly his own arms going around the pair. One on Ren's elbow the other resting lightly on Rai's waist.

"so..." He said even more softly as he leaned to Ren to see if he would fined her receptive to a similar light kiss.

She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she gave Ren an encouraging smile, though something just a little bit... wicked... seemed to move in her eyes.

Ren was quite receptive. Particularly when she caught sight of Ra'idah's smile. Ren leaned in towards Luke as well. A bit shy, but certainly not hesitant.

He smiled as he kissed her lightly as well. Once again the barest brush of lips, lingering a moment and then he pulled away.

"yes, defiantly good wine" He said with a sly and flirtious smile.

Uh-oh. She had that look in her eye. Fully in her eye. She was watching Ren with a look she was very, very familiar with. Wicked and still somehow playful, a promise given in just a gaze. But it was still somehow restrained, something holding her back, and she gave it voice in quiet sounds, and a gentle, melodic tone.

"Luke... I need you to tell me what you... think is going to happen. Because I wouldn't want to... offend you, most especially in your own home. And if this encounter isn't actually about pie... I... ah... need to... know that."

The stance she took was slowly gaining confidence. Slowly, but it was still there, and the longer she looked at Ren, the more it came. It was very much an 'I have a secret' sort of transformation, but she was still so very controlled and restrained with it.

Ren pulled back from the soft kiss with a pleased smile of her own. She was about to comment when Rai spoke. She quickly glanced at Rai, something in her gaze changing. She moved a tiny bit closer to the other woman. Just a hair, hardly noticable at all. Unless one was looking for it, it might appear as nothing more than a slight shift of her weight.

"Well I should certainly hope pie is involved. The kitchen has become a remarkable alien place it seems" He said with a smile and a head nod toward the various abandoned cooking supplies.

"Beyond that. I have no expectations or plans. " he looked her in the eyes to really rely that he meant it. Of course he wanted her, wanted them both. But it wasn't so long ago she was pointing an assault rifle at him so he offered a little shrug.

Her fingers itched. They ached. She was trying very, very hard not to reach for Ren with her free hand, and her fingers curled into a fist at her side to keep from actually doing so. The look that she continued to give to Ren suggested to the newcomer at least, that there was something more than the obvious between the two women. And there was a possessiveness around the set of her jaw while she looked at the Brujah. But oddly, there was no jealousy, or discomfort. Only that hint of possessiveness.

"You misunderstand," she said quietly. So very quietly. "I need to know... where... you draw the line."

She turned to look at Luke, fully look him in the eye. Her own burned. There was a desire there, and it was barely restrained, but she was holding whatever that desire was in check, at least for the moment. At the very least, until her question was answered.

He looked at her and considered.

"I have never been very fond of lines. They go ever so slightly against may nature."

He wasn't entirely certain where exactly Rai was driving. But he had never been good at turning back.

"If it feels good do it. I believe the saying was. If some ones I'm certain they will find a way to rely such"

Ren had become rather quite. Her gaze, that had not so long ago lingered on Rai's beautiful face, slipped lower. She wasn't docile, exactly, however if Rai was the possessor, Ren was clearly the one to be possessed. This time when she moved it was far more obvious. Her body angled toward the other woman, tempting her with her proximity.

The soft growl started deep in her throat. It was a low sound, a sound of warning. She wasn't objecting to Ren's temptation, though it was a sound that Ren knew. The sound that telegraphed the blonde Sheriff's wants. Her needs. That was the warning, pure and simple.

She turned to look at the Brujah, already so close. She wasn't panting, the breaths that she didn't need that seemed to come to her anyway was clear and even. But her eyes were bright, traveling over the brunette very slowly. She spoke more to Ren than to Luke, but the glance in his direction was the assurance that she hadn't forgotten his presence.

"Very well."

There was a brief pause, and Ren found herself being pulled bodily across the distance still separating the two women. Her voice took on an edge, a slight tinge of ice in the sound.

"If there's going to be pie at all, we should likely go to the kitchen."

It wasn't really a request or a question. At least, not to Ren.

As Alice said, Curiouser and curiouser.

"So we should. This way if you would" He said addressing Rai. It would seem Ren was hers to bring or not.

Ren gasped as she was pulled in closer to the Sheriff. On hand came up as if to steady herself, resting lightly against the strong arm that was holding her. She made a soft sound, something between a sigh and a whimper. She knew that look, knew that voice. It made her tremble, though with delight or fear was hard to tell. She glanced toward Luke, though it truly was only a glance as her focus returned almost immediately to Ra'idah.

Her lips turned upward and into a smirk. There was only the briefest of glances toward her arm, where Ren had lifted her hand to touch her. Just a brief glance. So much could be said in such a quick glance. Her free hand slid upward, over Ren's ribcage and higher, gently resting at the Brujah's neck.

She leaned forward, just enough to scrape her teeth over the beautiful Brujah's chin in a gentle caress. That's when she smiled, her lips curving upward just in time to brush over Ren's own. And she started to walk, to follow Luke toward the kitchen... leaving the Brujah to follow behind her as she would.

Luke lead the two women into his large and completely unused kitched. The baking supplies they would need to make the pie were shattered about the space as though they had actually and physically resisted being put away.

Shivers coursed through her has Rai's hand found her throat. Her head tilted just slightly, as if offering more fully to the other woman. She whimpered softly as she felt teeth and lips. A sound that clearly indicated her desires.

As the others headed toward the kitchen to shake off the first moments of being claimed. Before the others had gotten far she caught up to them, smiling shyly as she followed behind.

She turned into the kitchen and lofted a brow, pointing toward his freezer.

"May I?"

It was a question, if a somewhat vague one. She wanted to use the appliance, but she wasn't very forthcoming with the reason for it. But, it was Luke's home, and that meant that she was polite.

"By all means" HE said as he gestured toward the appliance that had thwarted him earlier. he quietly hoped she had something in mind for the traitorous device.