[ There's an excitement there, and he didn't have to say it for Weiss to know just exactly what he planned to do to her when they got back into the comfort of privacy. It makes the satisfaction that surges through him, head to toe, all the more addicting. She was so much more than that, but in truth...she really was just so good to him. In more ways than one. If kissing her was addicting, a deepened hum rumbling in his throat as he dares to let his fingers dip beneath the frill of her skirt, then he never wanted to quit. ]
[ "We should eat." ]
[ She catches him moments before he could steal that fourth kiss away...because something told him if that happened, they'd cancel their meal, indulge the appetizer and milkshake, and skip straight to the main course that was one another. But there's also an excitement in waiting. Not because she was leading him on and making him wait for how good she was going to feel for him. But because they're both exercising that patience together. Lashes aflutter, he sighs through his nose as well before drawing back, all too aware of the fact that his hand was lingering oh-so-dangerously close towards the apex of her inner thigh. So dangerously close to brushing against a spot most sensitive between her legs before he drew back. His hand felt so warm, flexing it as he leans back more comfortably in his seat.
Forget going in order then. ]
We got a meal to eat and chips to burn.
[ Because he still needed to properly match her flow if this was turning into a real date. He needed another outfit. Another outfit she could just downright tear off him if she deigned herself so fancy to. To start? He reaches for the milkshake, noting the pair of straws sticking into it on either side. ]
Y'know?? I can do sweet here and there. But I might like this one.
[ It's based on coffee and caffeine. Of course you would, Ragna. ]
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[ "We should eat." ]
[ She catches him moments before he could steal that fourth kiss away...because something told him if that happened, they'd cancel their meal, indulge the appetizer and milkshake, and skip straight to the main course that was one another. But there's also an excitement in waiting. Not because she was leading him on and making him wait for how good she was going to feel for him. But because they're both exercising that patience together. Lashes aflutter, he sighs through his nose as well before drawing back, all too aware of the fact that his hand was lingering oh-so-dangerously close towards the apex of her inner thigh. So dangerously close to brushing against a spot most sensitive between her legs before he drew back. His hand felt so warm, flexing it as he leans back more comfortably in his seat.
Forget going in order then. ]
We got a meal to eat and chips to burn.
[ Because he still needed to properly match her flow if this was turning into a real date. He needed another outfit. Another outfit she could just downright tear off him if she deigned herself so fancy to. To start? He reaches for the milkshake, noting the pair of straws sticking into it on either side. ]
Y'know?? I can do sweet here and there. But I might like this one.
[ It's based on coffee and caffeine. Of course you would, Ragna. ]