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Now that the Mansion is producing goods again, it's very easy for Susan to compile a picnic basket full of, essentially, the makings of a rather international charcuterie board. Four cheeses (a good British cheddar, a French camembert, an Italian sheeps-milk ricotta, and a wedge of Dutch Leyden), three meats (jamon Iberico from Spain, mortadella with pistachios, and something labeled as an American bison-blueberry salami), along with some honey, fruits and fruit preserves, a baguette, olives, nuts, and crackers. She tops this off with nice linens and silverware and all the necessary ingredients for French 75s. It's definitely more than enough for two people.

Something about the end of that dreadful month has her considering wearing color again. As a first step toward moving past mourning clothes, she experiments with a very flattering deep navy dress that's definitely not black, though it looks it in most lights. She adds a coat of lipstick, and then takes herself and her basket to Janet's room, where she raps lightly on the door.

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Pleased, warm herself with two and a half drinks and some good charcuterie down the hatch, Janet hones in on this kiss. She cups the back of Susan's head, magician's fingers spread wide and firm, and pulls her in to make it luxurious and thorough.

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Susan shivers with the touch, then moves into the kiss. It's become second nature to slide into Lancelot's lap at the earliest opportunity, lately, and now she slings a leg over Janet's, straddling them, pulling in close.

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Janet's more than okay with a lapful of Susan. She slides her free hand to Susan's back, between her shoulder blades and then down her spine, taking her time with feeling its curve and dip.

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And Susan threads her fingers in Janet's hair, using that leverage to deepen the kiss.

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Janet opens to her readily; this is something that's only gotten better since their first kiss, because they know each other better now, and she knows the specific way that Susan's tongue will slip between her teeth, how Susan likes when Janet bites at her lower lip before focusing back in on the kiss. She gathers Susan in with a sure hand at the small of her back.

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Susan is hungry for this - has been particularly hungry for it since Dark ended. She presses against Janet, careful not to lean so hard that she knocks Janet back into the rest of the bottle of champagne, but rather just enough that they're snug together. Then she's dragging a hand down Janet's side, exploring the cut of her jumpsuit.

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Janet's breath catches, her fingertips digging into Susan's back through her dress. She breaks the kiss, but only to use that second hand in Susan's hair to tip her head back, to drop a biting kiss to the column of her throat.

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That earns Janet a shudder! Susan's hands flex and her breath catches in her throat, quiet but still audible.

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Well, that earns Susan a grin, pressed to her neck and then to the soft space right beneath her jaw. Janet bites again, more of a testing little nip this time. "You were right about ditching the bit."

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"I much prefer this," says Susan, craning into Janet's touch, pressing closer against her.

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"Mmhmmm." Janet can multitask. She's efficient. To prove it, she sets to work sucking a bruise into the slope of Susan's neck just before her shoulder -- and starts hiking Susan's dress up a little around her thighs, too, in search of some bare skin to touch.

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Susan has her nylons and garters on again, mostly as usual but also, specifically, because Janet seems to like them. The stockings end about halfway up her thighs; she decides to help Janet out by pulling her skirt higher before applying herself with singleminded focus to the task of touching everything she can reach above the neckline of Janet's outfit with light, teasing strokes.

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The help's much appreciated, especially the second Janet gets ahold of a handful of soft bare thigh. She squeezes, her breath coming a little quicker, liking the contrast between the warmth of Susan's skin and the texture of her stocking. Her fingers curl more tightly into Susan's hair.

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Of course Susan lets her eyes drift closed at Janet's hands nudging her in different directions. She presses her thigh into Janet's touch, lets her head loll back a little as Janet's fingers tug at her hair. Since it's not in her nature to indulge in passivity, she fits one hand at Janet's waist; her questing other hand finds the zip at the back of her jumpsuit and toys with it.

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Janet's next laugh's on the edge of breathlessness. It's dizzying, how quick she can go from zero to sixty with Susan. She likes it, she thinks -- but it's intense. "Are we going to have to get out of here?" To illustrate the reason for the question, she slips her hand a fraction of an inch higher on Susan's leg.

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Susan captures her mouth in a fierce, biting kiss. "Eventually," she says, when she pulls away. She does rather want to pull that zipper down and get her hands, or possibly her mouth, on Janet's breasts, but she thinks there might be something to be said about drawing it out a little longer. It might be quite nice to sit on Janet's lap like this, teasing her and being teased, sharing another drink or two first.

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Janet, more dazed than she'd like to admit, laughs yet again. "It'd be a waste of all this nice charcuterie if we left now," she says. She makes no move to retrieve any of that charcuterie, though. Her hands are full.

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"And all this nice... quarter bottle of champagne," Susan says. Oh, she's impatient. Feigning innocence, she cups one of Janet's breasts with one hand, over her jumpsuit, as she leans over to retrieve said bottle.

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"That quarter bottle's done a lot for us," Janet says, rubbing her thumb in a circle at the soft inside of Susan's thigh. Susan's palm brushes her nipple through the fabric as she moves, and she valiantly doesn't react. "The least we can do is finish it."

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"It's only respectful," says Susan, taking a swig right from the bottle. She leans forward to kiss Janet again, moving in a way that encourages Janet's thumb to slide higher up.

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Janet obliges, her hand slipping right into the warm crease of Susan's thigh. She sinks into the champagne-flavored kiss for an indulgent moment; when she breaks it, it's to pull her hand from Susan's hair, swipe the bottle for herself, and take a hearty swallow in turn.

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Susan watches her warmly, very carefully not shifting against Janet's touch the way she wants to as she watches Janet's throat work and a little droplet of champagne gather at the corner of her mouth. "You're beautiful," she says.

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Janet's surprised by how that warms her further, the little grin she finds herself flashing as she swallows the bubbles. She holds onto the bottle, fingers curled around its neck. It's nothing she hasn't heard before; some men will say whatever if they think it'll get them something. Coming from Susan, it's easier to take seriously. She squeezes Susan's thigh again. "Sure that's not just the champagne goggles?"

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"Oh, positive," says Susan, running a deliberate finger along Janet's neckline.

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"You're obviously an expert," Janet allows. She tips her head a little to invite Susan's touch to continue.