"More beautiful than the moon tonight? I might have heard that rumor."
A laugh, low and champagne-tinged, shakes her shoulders, and she'll move her arm from around him and walk with him back to the bar for dinner -- how much of this did he have planned when he came out here? -- and then their private card game and dancing, but first she stands directly in front of him, her face tilted up to his, and gets close enough that another kiss is inevitable should he take the slightest movement toward her.
(His eyes always were the prettiest she's ever seen.)
There's a part of her that wants to take handfuls of his hair and possessively hide them both behind it, but there's also something about the idea of being openly affectionate with him in a public place like the bar that's more exciting than she'll let on.
If he's really the prettiest guy in the bar -- and, oh, she's inclined to think he is -- there's more than a little smug pleasure to get out of the fact that she's the one he's giving all his attention to.
"All right, Mister Saxophone. I'll take you up on your dinner offer."
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Date: 2007-10-28 10:54 pm (UTC)A laugh, low and champagne-tinged, shakes her shoulders, and she'll move her arm from around him and walk with him back to the bar for dinner -- how much of this did he have planned when he came out here? -- and then their private card game and dancing, but first she stands directly in front of him, her face tilted up to his, and gets close enough that another kiss is inevitable should he take the slightest movement toward her.
(His eyes always were the prettiest she's ever seen.)
There's a part of her that wants to take handfuls of his hair and possessively hide them both behind it, but there's also something about the idea of being openly affectionate with him in a public place like the bar that's more exciting than she'll let on.
If he's really the prettiest guy in the bar -- and, oh, she's inclined to think he is -- there's more than a little smug pleasure to get out of the fact that she's the one he's giving all his attention to.
"All right, Mister Saxophone. I'll take you up on your dinner offer."