[As she leans away, he's tempted to follow because screw chivalry when forward women and alcohol are involve. Those cocktails are a little too on the sweet side for him, and it's one of the saving graces that has him withdrawing, watching her knock back the mix of cream and liqueur and then another, leaving nothing but the cherries. Cheeky little bitch, he briefly thinks, but settles on the conclusion that he likes that a hell of a lot.
He considers the offer laid before him, eyes flicking between the glasses and her coy flutter of eyelashes, and then he makes a decision that really isn't all that hard at all. The two mostly empty glasses are taken but immediately tossed carelessly over his shoulders, hands quickly finding purchase to grip determinedly at her behind while he leans in to bury his face into the crook of her neck with a scraping of teeth.]
Rather have the real thing. [Cherries. Tits. Whatever. He wants every part of her, preferably right the fuck now, but he supposes he can wait until they actually get into the room first.] You like my show, Angel? [Lets talk about how great he is while he gets more familiar with her neck, because there's no greater turn on than his successes.]
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He considers the offer laid before him, eyes flicking between the glasses and her coy flutter of eyelashes, and then he makes a decision that really isn't all that hard at all. The two mostly empty glasses are taken but immediately tossed carelessly over his shoulders, hands quickly finding purchase to grip determinedly at her behind while he leans in to bury his face into the crook of her neck with a scraping of teeth.]
Rather have the real thing. [Cherries. Tits. Whatever. He wants every part of her, preferably right the fuck now, but he supposes he can wait until they actually get into the room first.] You like my show, Angel? [Lets talk about how great he is while he gets more familiar with her neck, because there's no greater turn on than his successes.]