Playing with Possibilities Tiwa/Dilinger

[piwakawaka]

Tonight was a court night so Tiwa enters in a shimmery, feathery dress that twirls around her as she settles on the couch.

Her shoes didn't even make it into the Bar and she has a shimmer about her that's half magic and half gold glitter.

She hasn't spotted him yet tonight but its hard for her to stay still and her bare feet bump against the fabric.

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[jdillinger]

His own expression freezes as her lips catch his thumb, and he raises a single eyebrow, watching her like a hawk.

"Careful now. Wouldn't want to start something you have no intention of finishing."

[piwakawaka]

"Always found better to act than just talk about it."

She investigates his thumb with her mouth, leaving a trace of faint lipstick on it.

[jdillinger]

He watches her work, a dark look in his eyes.

His hand curves around her jaw, and slowly, it becomes his thumb investigating her lips.

[piwakawaka]

Her lips are soft and simple things as she smiles at the touch and shifts on his lap to be slightly closer.

[jdillinger]

Nothing simple about a woman's lips, no, not at all.

His fingertips feel the pulse at her throat, feeling it flutter slightly faster than a human's pulse.

"What's a matter, pretty bird? You're not afraid of me, are you?"

[piwakawaka]

"Don't know, after all you could eat me up in one bite."

His hand covers so much, but she's daring to trust him and wait.

[jdillinger]

His fingertips tease up behind her ear, caressing the fine hair at the side of her neck.

"Was thinking it'd be the other way around," he murmurs.

[piwakawaka]

She moves towards his touch,

"Only if you'd let me."

[jdillinger]

"Let you?" He laughs, low and dark. "Sweetheart, I'd beg if you'd think it'd help any."

[piwakawaka]

"Don't think there's a need for that, all you need to do is ask."

[jdillinger]

His voice is just a whisper. They're still in public, he knows, and she has friends.

"There are things a gentleman doesn't ask a lady, even one with as lips as sweet as yours."

[piwakawaka]

"Then perhaps its time to be someplace where rules bend better."

[jdillinger]

His eyebrows rise again. "Are you propositioning me, young lady?"

[piwakawaka]

"Just answering something you haven't asked yet."

[jdillinger]

"Like I said, sweet heart, I'm a gentleman. And there are things a gentleman doesn't ask a lady."

[piwakawaka]

She considers him with a thoughtful headtilt before kissing him, she's always believed actions leave less room to wiggle after all.

At first her lips are light on his, but she deepens it ever so gently since Tiwa kisses like she dances not fully on the ground.

[jdillinger]

He hums quietly against her lips, holding his own. With a lapful of pretty girl, it's hard to find anything to complain about.

When he speaks, his voice is low and gravelled. "What was that for?"

[piwakawaka]

"Wondered what you tasted like."

[jdillinger]

The corner of his mouth lifts up ever so minutely.

"Well?"

[piwakawaka]

"Complicated, think I might like your taste."

[jdillinger]

"Taste better than lion?"

[piwakawaka]

"Different, which I knew. Not fair to ask me better just yet."

[jdillinger]

"Different is fine," he murmurs, settling her closer. "And who ever told you I was fair?"

[piwakawaka]

"No one probably."

She gets more comfortable and kisses his nose.

[jdillinger]

"Well, I just wouldn't want you to get the wrong impression, s'all." His eyes drift closed and he allows himself a moment's weakness, brushing his nose against her cheek.