tess and susan meet in vegas. miraz and benedict are two of a kind, and when they go off to talk business in some back room it leaves tess and susan alone at their table, drinking red wine and perusing the dessert menu for a second time.
"oh, death by chocolate," tess says, and looks wistful.
"get it," susan suggests, "you only live once."
being without peter and edmund and lucy has made her reckless, like she has to step up to fill the shoes that have been left empty. and after all, it's chocolate, and in what had been her line of work -- well, look at peter. one day you're sipping martinis, the next day you're wearing some ugly shade of orange. she's sure it does absolutely nothing for his skin tone.
"i rather like this one," she suggests. "better than sex. hell of a name, isn't it?" she says, and laughs.
tess leans forward, smiling at her. "well, you've got to try it just to find that out."
what tess doesn't know is that susan knows her. they haven't met, but she and edmund had cross-referenced everyone they ever worked with, and she knows: danny ocean's ex-wife, divorced after danny got caught (two years earlier than peter; they're in the same prison), artist. natural redhead.
it's always good to know the little things.
susan laughs a little, leans forward towards tess. when she speaks, it's low and intimate. "well, if the boys are in there that much longer, it's the best we're going to get tonight."
"oh, i don't know," tess says, sipping at her wine, and winks at susan.
she doesn't see miraz until the next morning. the cake is better than some sex she's had. she tastes the frosting on the corner of tess's mouth before she pulls her dress off over her head and tess dips her fingers below the waistband of susan's very expensive underwear.
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"oh, death by chocolate," tess says, and looks wistful.
"get it," susan suggests, "you only live once."
being without peter and edmund and lucy has made her reckless, like she has to step up to fill the shoes that have been left empty. and after all, it's chocolate, and in what had been her line of work -- well, look at peter. one day you're sipping martinis, the next day you're wearing some ugly shade of orange. she's sure it does absolutely nothing for his skin tone.
"i rather like this one," she suggests. "better than sex. hell of a name, isn't it?" she says, and laughs.
tess leans forward, smiling at her. "well, you've got to try it just to find that out."
what tess doesn't know is that susan knows her. they haven't met, but she and edmund had cross-referenced everyone they ever worked with, and she knows: danny ocean's ex-wife, divorced after danny got caught (two years earlier than peter; they're in the same prison), artist. natural redhead.
it's always good to know the little things.
susan laughs a little, leans forward towards tess. when she speaks, it's low and intimate. "well, if the boys are in there that much longer, it's the best we're going to get tonight."
"oh, i don't know," tess says, sipping at her wine, and winks at susan.
she doesn't see miraz until the next morning. the cake is better than some sex she's had. she tastes the frosting on the corner of tess's mouth before she pulls her dress off over her head and tess dips her fingers below the waistband of susan's very expensive underwear.