That's a question she could take anywhere, and she'd bet a million woolongs on the fact that it was deliberate on his part.
And she kind of likes that, too.
She smiles, a little amused. "Where do I start?"
There's a lot she wants, and that's far from being all flirtation.
But it takes two seconds to light the cigarette between her lips, and rather than sit back once she's tucked her lighter away, she sits forward.
"I want you to admit that you like me without tacking on anything about how I'm the person you're closest to or saying something very flattering but very neutral about how anybody would have to be blind not to notice my body."
Her voice is silky and her eyes are shrewd, but it all comes out impulsively.
"Don't worry. I'm not expecting any declarations of love. But after hearing for so long that women aren't your style, Mister Saxophone, I wouldn't mind hearing that I'm at least an exception to the rule."
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Date: 2007-07-05 03:36 am (UTC)And she kind of likes that, too.
She smiles, a little amused. "Where do I start?"
There's a lot she wants, and that's far from being all flirtation.
But it takes two seconds to light the cigarette between her lips, and rather than sit back once she's tucked her lighter away, she sits forward.
"I want you to admit that you like me without tacking on anything about how I'm the person you're closest to or saying something very flattering but very neutral about how anybody would have to be blind not to notice my body."
Her voice is silky and her eyes are shrewd, but it all comes out impulsively.
"Don't worry. I'm not expecting any declarations of love. But after hearing for so long that women aren't your style, Mister Saxophone, I wouldn't mind hearing that I'm at least an exception to the rule."