[ The thought was already running rampant through his mind. Sparks of their scandalous romp in the laundry room come to mind, only veiled by the still of night (and the hope that everyone was either sleeping or thought of staying in their rooms when having sex). The thought of daring to let that hand of his slide up a little further beneath her skirt...just a little bit of edging. A little bit of teasing and squirming wouldn't hurt, right? The instant she dares to put herself in his lap, however, this date was going to take another wild turn.
Behave yourself, Grim Reaper. This soul is too hot to just handle to carelessly right now. Especially when she tells him that she wants to kiss him. ]
Oh yeah? [ Their eyes lock, and amidst the gentle rolling ocean waves that beat against the wall of their raised perch, they're playing on very sensitive time right now. How many sparks can he strike against the flint before something sets on fire? Because his hand upon her thigh gives a little squeeze as he leans in, daring her to break his gaze first least she be consumed in him when he asks: ] You been a good girl?
[ There's no mincing his words there. Not with the way he feels himself getting a little excited down south as he casts aside the fact they're in a virtual setting. It's not a public display of affection when the waiter isn't here, is it? When no one else is watching out on this oceanside date? It's just a kiss. A sweep of his lips against hers as heat blooms from his chest and threatens to engulf him as he closes his eyes.
He's even greedy enough to come back for seconds, finding the real appetizer in front of him with another kiss. Just a lil' bit. Don't bite, Weiss. Hard. ]
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Behave yourself, Grim Reaper. This soul is too hot to just handle to carelessly right now. Especially when she tells him that she wants to kiss him. ]
Oh yeah? [ Their eyes lock, and amidst the gentle rolling ocean waves that beat against the wall of their raised perch, they're playing on very sensitive time right now. How many sparks can he strike against the flint before something sets on fire? Because his hand upon her thigh gives a little squeeze as he leans in, daring her to break his gaze first least she be consumed in him when he asks: ] You been a good girl?
[ There's no mincing his words there. Not with the way he feels himself getting a little excited down south as he casts aside the fact they're in a virtual setting. It's not a public display of affection when the waiter isn't here, is it? When no one else is watching out on this oceanside date? It's just a kiss. A sweep of his lips against hers as heat blooms from his chest and threatens to engulf him as he closes his eyes.
He's even greedy enough to come back for seconds, finding the real appetizer in front of him with another kiss. Just a lil' bit. Don't bite, Weiss.
Hard.]