Lets Talk Logistics

"I'd thought about it before for sure. But I hadn't really. Ya know. Thought about it. It's different hearing it out loud."

She huffed and looked over at Jackal. He was doing much better with this than she was. And here she thought she'd been doing so well. It certainly did feel like she'd been kicked in the side. And not in the fun, definitely a turn on kind of way.

"Yeah I gotta talk to Chloe now. Fuck, I don't even know where to begin. Honestly I've been... certainly not less horny all the time, but random lovers has gotten. Boring? Hard to explain."

"So... ground rules. I don't think I want to sleep around. Or for my lovers to sleep around anymore." She added the anymore because realistically she knew that Chloe was. "I mean, it doesn't bother me? But there needs to be consistency." What else? Was that selfish? It seemed like it in her mind. She was a lust god, and here she was talking about not wanting people to fuck. How crazy was that?

"There does though, Jackal." Malara said, leaning back and looking at him matter of fact. "If we're equals, it's not fair for me to ask you to not fuck whoever you want and then do it yourself."

His metaphor made sense too. It was why she liked dive bars and fast food as much as she liked fine dining and high society shit. "I mean, we can always change the rules as we go. But for now, I'm gonna hold myself to the same standard."

Malara didn't back away from the kiss, but she definitely let Jackal take the lead on it. Her fingers tangled in the back of his hair, sighing into his lips as she did. They had hugged and gotten really casually physical in their time as friends, but they obviously hadn't kissed yet. There wasn't anything that was new or special in the kiss. She had kissed plenty of people, even people with sharp teeth like his. But something about knowing it was him. About knowing that not long ago Jackal would have possibly vomited blood until he died at the idea of kissing Malara. It was like winning a prize.

She couldn't help it. Malara snorted, holding back the worst of a laugh as the two of them pulled back. "Sorry, sorry. You're fine, I promise. I was just thinking about having like a tiny trophy of you on my shelf, like an Oscar. Cause damn I feel like... wow, this is some kind of prize I've been working for."

"Life is a competition and everyone and everything is a prize, Jackal," Mal said all matter of fact as she leaned back against the arm on her side of the couch. Lounging, she reached a leg across his lap, pointing her toes forward and leaning her head back to look up at the ceiling.

"So that's that, huh? What else you got for me? Any other revelations? Concerns?"

"Dinner sounds great, actually." Mal said, stretching out and standing up as she did. "Nothing expensive. What was that thing you said about eating at fancy restaurants every day?"

She started moving towards the door that led to her bedroom, smirking at him over her shoulder as she paused at the door frame. "I won't be long. Mind corking the wine bottle in the kitchen for me?"