Time Warp: It Was My Idea

[Carter Chevalier]

July, 2020
Paris, France

Since taking over their father's company, Dominique had performed remarkable strides to turn the company in a new direction. For years he had been stressing the importance of new artists. Meta artists. People who found the means to use their skills to the best of their advantage. Who could produce beautiful art with or without abilities. The board of director's hadn't been sold until they saw a glimpse of the group Dominique had put together.

And with another Chevalier on board, how could they say no? More than half the company shares were in the board room in the hands of two identical men.

Opening night had been perfect. And the closing of the exhibit had been more so. It wasn't just about the money. It was about the press. The accomplishment. The status. Carter Chevalier truly felt alive enough to say he wanted to celebrate with these people.

With a strict amount of tension, Carter pulled at the sleeves underneath his suit jacket. Now was hardly the time to get caught up in his significant other, but given the success of Dominique's new project, he could hardly contain himself the moment they'd reached their hotel room. So he pulled at the sleeves, looping the buttons through. As his hands made their way to the buttons on his shirt, he whirled around on a step.

"Where did you throw my jacket?" Carter asked, glancing back to the woman he could now readily call his significant other. His partner. She must have been excited too; it wasn't just his artwork that'd been in the showing. "I need it for dinner, mon amour."

[Aryana Darcy]

To say that Aryana Darcy was anything but reluctant to go to this exhibit in Paris would be a lie. The money for the several hour long plane ride was outstanding, even if they had gone coach. But of course, the Chevalier twin would never even consider such a thing, and therefore they had taken the most expensive and luxurious seats in the plane. Some would say that would be a perk of being in a relationship with Carter.

She considered it unnecessary.

There was some mild enjoyment that she received from seeing her own artwork on full display where people could admire, but the 24 year old still felt very much out of her element with those who were willing to throw their wallets away with no regrets. She was a conservative girl, even with this new lifestyle, and rarely asked for anything too extravagant. Rya held onto her humbled roots like a lifeline, but she supposed that was what made her so successful in this business so far.

However, she really was exhausted. The parties. The smiling at people she didn't even know -let alone understand- was irritating and just unwanted, but she did it for the man who was currently redressing himself for dinner. The Hydro was also exhausted for other reasons, but that was strictly between them.

"Not sure," She offered, "Though it has to be somewhere around here." Her voice was steady with a slight hint of amusement laced in.

[Carter Chevalier]

When it was suggested he try flying coach, Carter couldn't help but laugh. He also couldn't help but argue, going so far as suggesting that she could very well fly coach if she'd like to. But in the same motion, he booked those first class seats and told her what a waste of money it'd be if she ended up purchasing another ticket.

Because he could play, too.

Carter offered a small, low chuckle to the amusing response she gave. With something of a lazy grin, the older Chevalier twin leaned in towards her. He allowed his lips to hover before hers, "If only I didn't enjoy your approach so much." He mused, deftly recalling the way her expert hands had slid under the immaculately tailored fabric of said jacket.

"I have others." He continued on, allowing his hands to rest at the bend of her waist on either side. Slowly, they grazed along the line of her form towards the small of her back, "I just assumed you liked that one the most." Still, he pursed his lips, as if seriously considering his own statement. "Or perhaps you didn't, else you wouldn't peel it from me as soon as we walked in."

[Aryana Darcy]

His laugh caused a strain in her features as she tried to maintain a placid expression; the Hydro very well didn't enjoy when he laughed at her, but she would let it go this once, if only because it was his night to enjoy. Whether she offered him the location of the jacket, he would take another from his closet and wear it to the dinner that he so graciously set up.

Rya tilted her head back and looked him in the eye as he spoke, relatively unfazed by Carter's close proximity. This was a part of his game, and while a few years ago Rya probably wouldn't have been able to resist the enticing way Carter's lips moved, she had learned to do so.

"Regardless of what you do or do not wear, dearest, you look good." The Brit started, hand resting on the curve of his neck, "But you managed to look even better with your clothing scattered across the floor. I'd love to see that again."

Anything to get out of this dinner, truly.

[Carter Chevalier]

Unlike his counterpart, Carter found it difficult not to give in within such proximity. This woman, as he'd come to realise, had a very significant hold over him. It was rare to be able to hold a Chevalier in such a way, and it was even rarer for one to genuinely enjoy it. But what he had with her was priceless, and so he couldn't help but lean in a touch when she started to speak.

Because her offer was almost painfully tempting. And so were her hands as she placed them against his skin. Such simple contact, but he drank it all in just the same.

"Would you?" He asked, his eyebrow raising in curiosity as he upheld the amused curve of his lips. Moving a hand slightly, he raised it to allow his fingertips to trail along the line of her face. Across her jaw. Anything to ease her inward, even if the movement would be minimal, "You've come to help me with my shirt, then?"

[Aryana Darcy]

He continued to urge her forward with brief but meaningful contact, which Rya responded to with no hesitance. This was second nature for the couple who had been active with one another for several years, and Rya found herself understanding what each of his seemingly insignificant gestures signified.

"I would," The Hydrokinetic's lips brushed against the blonde's, but pulled back in a teasing manner. His attention would be on her and only her; the dinner could wait. Her hand was removed from his neck, and instead she worked the buttons of his shirt with practiced skill until the fabric no longer covered his chest.

"Only if you wish me to," Rya said quietly, but made no other move to touch him; this was the fun part, teasing him in such a way. There were few times she actually did this, for the sake of keeping it effective, but the Hydrokinetic thought it would be perfect for what she was attempting to accomplish here.

Her eyes searched his, waiting.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter's brow crinkled a touch when she teased him; threatening his lips with a sliver of a taste before drawing back so expertly. He felt the way her hands moved, and made no effort to stop her. He made no effort to help, either. It was always better when she did it for him.

And then she shifted the conversation back to him, offering hollow power without a real sense of it in the form of a twisted sentence. Chest bare, the older twin rolled his shoulders back once, allowing the fall of the fabric to shift without actually making a move to tug it away.

"I might," He reasoned in return, pursing his lips at the notion of her slow, painful approach, "Perhaps you're simply suggesting I wear a darker colour instead of the block white." Tilting his head to one side slightly, he offered something of a challenge in his tone; "After all, I lost my suit jacket."

[Aryana Darcy]

Back and forth they went, challenging one another with words and touches, but she knew that if she wanted this to go the way she planned, she most definitely would have to make that initial move. He was so stubborn, but then again, so was she.

Rya's hands were by her side initially, but soon they reached to brush the fabric from his arms; at this point, it was simply unnecessary for him to be wearing it. "Or maybe I'm suggesting you shouldn't be wearing anything at all." The hydrokinetic took that moment to silence him completely, her lips muffling anything he would have said with familiar ease.

Honestly, fuck the dinner that was happening that night.They had much more important business to attend to.

[Carter Chevalier]

True to form, the hydrokinetic had reached forward in turn. Her hands were cool against his skin as she brushed the material from his form. Off his shoulders. Down his arms. He let her go to let it fall away to the floor.

Without fail, he'd take her suggestion and run with it. Aged or not, Carter was still a Chevalier.

He quickly kissed her back with equal intention, reaching towards her as he ran his hands across the contours of her form. With relative ease, the older twin wrapped his hands around her thighs and lifted her up to take her back towards the bed. Business could most definitely wait.

[Aryana Darcy]

Instinctively, the hydrokinetic wrapped her legs around his waist as he lead them both back to the bed, her hands resting on either side of his face while they kissed. In that moment, she knew that she had won this, and soon a light, triumphant smile pulled at the corner of her lips.

Even though he was the one who was laying her down, she was the one in complete control.

Ooc: Ftb

Never disappointed, always breathless - Even after eight years, the man beside her never failed to surprise her, never failed to hold her attention. It was no different now, with both of them once again wrapped up in the sheets. Her hand idly ran along the fabric, noting how soft it truly was.

While Rya may have been the one to always consider all of this unnecessary, she also couldn't help but silently enjoy the luxury. At home, she attempted to keep it simplistic and relatively 'middle class', as she liked to put it. But being in such a relationship with Carter Chevalier, she had to appreciate more because that is what he would always give her.

That still didn't stop her from being stubborn about it, though.

"So tell me, love," Rya offered with her voice low, hand searching for his own. After spending the entire day with him being pulled in every which direction aside from her own, the desire to touch him had become too much. "That was far more fun than searching for a misplaced jacket, yeah?"

[Carter Chevalier]

On the contrary, luxury was and always had been Carter's life. Stubborn by build, the Chevalier knew nothing of a lower lifestyle, and never did he have the intention to learn. Perhaps the divide between the two was larger than he anticipated - her lifestyle and his - but as of yet, he was oblivious to every notion behind it.

Save for the squabbles about plane tickets and thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets.

Carter's response to her question was something between a satisfied grumble and a low, rumbling chuckle. She had a point - a very good one - in that he had little to no desire to search for the elusive jacket that slipped from his mind and his hands at some point in the throws. Or was it her hands? He grazed his palm along her side, filtering along the contours and curves of her form before settling at the small of her back. "How long do you plan on keeping me so preoccupied?" The older twin asked, leaning in a touch to press his lips against hers on instinct.

As much as Carter wanted to celebrate with this woman, it wasn't entirely his victory to enjoy. It was for his brother, primarily, given a majority of the work was very much Dom's idea. Very much in his name.

[Aryana Darcy]

A light shiver ran down the length of the Hydrokinetic's spine at the feather light touch of his fingers along her side. Rya wasn't ticklish, not in the slightest, but there were the occasional times where he would touch her in just the right spot that just left her biting her lip even without there having to be any heat or passion.

Something only Carter Chevalier had been able to do to her.

"I don't know," She hummed, not wanting to give him away to the dinner, but knowing that ultimately she would have to. It wasn't just his day, nor was it just her own. They were apart of it, yes, but so did others, and therefore they had just as much of a right to have a celebratory dinner. "How long until we have to be at the dinner?" A far better question that what she was going to originally ask.

[Carter Chevalier]

Minor moments were those Carter cherished more than anything else. He found himself adoring the way she shivered lightly underneath his touch. With her, he found the means to be delicate when it was most appropriate. Despite the clear passion he carried for her, he cared for her just the same. She was different, and he always treated her as such.

He smiled more genuinely at her response. She knew she could keep him if she really wanted to, but evidently she had little intention of doing so. She understood, and that was what made her so damn different in the best of ways.

"I'd suspect we have a little time on our hands." Carter replied, tilting his head to the side slightly. "Did you have something in mind, mon amour?"

[Aryana Darcy]

A little more time, he said. A little time meant there wasn't enough to have another bath, was there? Her muscles ached for some warm water, and her hands itched to control it. Of course, she had already showered prior to getting ready, but if the Hydrokinetic could live in water, she would. Anybody who met her wouldn't doubt that fact.

"Am I childish if I say I just want a bath?" He knew her reasons, he knew her, and so he also knew that there weren't just intentions to clean herself. To put it simply, her intentions in such a thing would be nothing short of innocent. But again, time could have been an issue.

"If it wouldn't make us late," Though, if they found themselves in this situation, she had to wonder what the others were doing. Lucy and Penny were notorious for their loud interactions with one another in the co-ed's, and well, Dom was Carter's brother. That was enough. She snickered, "Now that I think of it, I doubt any of us will be on time."

[Carter Chevalier]

Of course, Carter knew her reasons. He couldn't help but chuckle for a bare moment again when she asked him such a thing. Elemental metas as they were, they had connections with their elements in their own way. And as she continued on, he supposed he had to agree with her. He doubted anyone would be on time. Dominique had even gone so far as to leave early.

"Of course not." He replied, grinning at the fact. Because he really couldn't blame anyone for wanting to take their time.

Leaning in again, Carter brushed the tip of his nose along her cheek lightly before he pressed a kiss to it, "Take a bath, if you'd like." He added. Because there was no way he'd be able to deny her such a request even if he was in a rush.