[ Dian laughs despite the way it makes it head throb. He groans inwardly afterwards and his eyes linger on her a little longer all the same. He likes the blush on her cheeks. It means she does, in fact, get what he might mean.
His chin rests on her shoulder as he watches what she's doing, close enough to get a small sniff of her shampoo -- he's not being weird! It just happens. ]
( making a muffled, frustrated, essie pulls out the knife and fork from where they had been wrapped in a napkin and begins spreading the butter over the waffle. the syrup gets drizzled over the breakfast food with some to spare if he wants to dip any.
she sighs and struggles to finish the sentence. ) Like food and sex. I don't – really know beyond the fact that people like it, that's all. ( essie cuts a piece of waffle and forks it, offering it to dian with a raised eyebrow. )
[ It's still amusing to watch her frustration and he allows her to take care of the waffle and getting it ready. He kind of likes being taken care of sometimes, maybe he's going a little overboard right now but she kind of enables him! How could he not want to take a little bit advantage of her willingness?
He opens his mouth and takes the bite off the fork, keeping his eyes are her face and he chews before he answers. ]
Not really, I mean licking stuff off people, or off me, sure. More than that, not really.
( essie goes silent as she watches him dig into the offered bite of waffle, licking her lips subconsciously. quickly, she turns away to fork another piece, holding it up to dian in hopes of relieving his hangover. )
Like whipped cream?
( that sounds fun if a bit messy. probably more tolerable than using chocolate syrup or whatever she sees in shows and movies about bachelorette parties. )
[ Dian watches her licking her lips and he takes another bite when it's offered. Between drinking some water, the medicine and now eating he's starting to feel better.
And okay maybe the distraction of Essie has something to do with that too. ]
( the fork finds a temporary home shoved into the stack of waffles. with a tittering laugh, she presses her elbow into his side, half falling against him as she leans back. )
I feel like ... you're up to something, ( she deduces, wrinkling her nose at him, perhaps picking up on some vibes in the room. ) Or you're thinking about something very naughty.
( she can't help but giggle softly up at him, the food all but abandoned on the table. )
Why do I feel like prey right now? ( essie observes, giddiness bubbling beneath the surface despite her attempts to keep it cool to try to match dian's energy. )
Mm, maybe. ( she is still very much enjoying playing coy — at least a little bit coy since she's so close to kissing him but doesn't, still leaning a few inches away from his face. )
You've set a trap for me. What's your plan of attack?
( essie cocks her head to the side, watching him work his charm with interest and admiration. a soft smile settles on her face when he leans in close and she nuzzles back, her cheek against his.
she can hear her heart beating rapidly, thudding in her ears. essie has some experience, naturally, being pretty and attractive to boys especially, but there's something decidedly more mature about this encounter.
without another word, she surges forward to kiss him. )
[ Dian hadn’t actually expected her to kiss him. It’s a pleasant surprise and he grins into it for a brief moment before he pulls her closer as he kisses back. His hands slide down her sides to her hips, gently tugging her into his lap as long as she doesn’t resist the movement.
It seems that’s the answer to his question, her kissing him. He’ll still be careful with her, though. He’s pretty fond of her after all. ]
( she bursts into delighted giggles as she slides into his lap. it certainly isn't an unwelcome change. essie had been so closed in on herself for so long, avoiding much intimacy and dating. with her life mostly stabilized, she wants to at least try some exploration.
her fingers find their way into his hair, mussing it a little as she tips his head back for a deeper kiss. )
[ Dian grins as she giggles. She's adorable. He keeps his hands on her hips for now and shifts her just a bit closer so she can feel the effect that she's having on him. His hands slowly trace up the curve of her waist then.
He kisses her, lips fitting against her soft ones, slowly encouraging the deepening kiss with his tongue teasing against her lips just a little bit at first. ]
( it's exciting. stripping is a job like any other but essie is young and she can't help but find it to be extremely sexy. especially when he pulls her tight against him and she can feel him filling out between her bare thighs. her dress isn't terribly short but she knows it's hiked up a little too high in her current position.
essie makes a soft noise against his mouth, parting her lips to let him have a taste of her, her fingers curling into the back of his shirt. when she pulls back for air, she can see traces of her lip gloss on his mouth and that makes her smile, lifting her hand to trace the outline of his bottom lip with her thumb. )
[ Dian even hungover and horny he's paying attention to her body language, to the way she kisses him, making sure she's just as on board with this as he is and not just going along with it. She seems so innocent sometimes and sweet and he doesn't want to take advantage of her.
But he does really, really want her. He tastes her, his tongue exploring before parting. His hands had slipped down, lightly rubbing along the outside of her thighs and he looks at her through hooded eyes, a crooked smile on his lips at the light touch of her thumb. He presses a quick kiss to the pad of her thumb. ]
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[ Dian laughs despite the way it makes it head throb. He groans inwardly afterwards and his eyes linger on her a little longer all the same. He likes the blush on her cheeks. It means she does, in fact, get what he might mean.
His chin rests on her shoulder as he watches what she's doing, close enough to get a small sniff of her shampoo -- he's not being weird! It just happens. ]
What exactly are you asking?
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( making a muffled, frustrated, essie pulls out the knife and fork from where they had been wrapped in a napkin and begins spreading the butter over the waffle. the syrup gets drizzled over the breakfast food with some to spare if he wants to dip any.
she sighs and struggles to finish the sentence. ) Like food and sex. I don't – really know beyond the fact that people like it, that's all. ( essie cuts a piece of waffle and forks it, offering it to dian with a raised eyebrow. )
Here.
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He opens his mouth and takes the bite off the fork, keeping his eyes are her face and he chews before he answers. ]
Not really, I mean licking stuff off people, or off me, sure. More than that, not really.
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Like whipped cream?
( that sounds fun if a bit messy. probably more tolerable than using chocolate syrup or whatever she sees in shows and movies about bachelorette parties. )
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And okay maybe the distraction of Essie has something to do with that too. ]
Yeah, exactly.
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I feel like ... you're up to something, ( she deduces, wrinkling her nose at him, perhaps picking up on some vibes in the room. ) Or you're thinking about something very naughty.
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I'm generally always up to something and thinking about naughty things so.
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Thinking that you could be dessert this morning.
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Why do I feel like prey right now? ( essie observes, giddiness bubbling beneath the surface despite her attempts to keep it cool to try to match dian's energy. )
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[ Dian's smile softens briefly before it turns into a grin as his hand slips to her hip from her arm. ]
Do you want to be?
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You've set a trap for me. What's your plan of attack?
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I'll start... like this...
[ he hums, leaning in but just so his lips almost ghost against her, before he simply lets his nose nuzzle against her cheek. ]
Are you sure you want to play this game with me?
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she can hear her heart beating rapidly, thudding in her ears. essie has some experience, naturally, being pretty and attractive to boys especially, but there's something decidedly more mature about this encounter.
without another word, she surges forward to kiss him. )
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It seems that’s the answer to his question, her kissing him. He’ll still be careful with her, though. He’s pretty fond of her after all. ]
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( she bursts into delighted giggles as she slides into his lap. it certainly isn't an unwelcome change. essie had been so closed in on herself for so long, avoiding much intimacy and dating. with her life mostly stabilized, she wants to at least try some exploration.
her fingers find their way into his hair, mussing it a little as she tips his head back for a deeper kiss. )
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He kisses her, lips fitting against her soft ones, slowly encouraging the deepening kiss with his tongue teasing against her lips just a little bit at first. ]
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essie makes a soft noise against his mouth, parting her lips to let him have a taste of her, her fingers curling into the back of his shirt. when she pulls back for air, she can see traces of her lip gloss on his mouth and that makes her smile, lifting her hand to trace the outline of his bottom lip with her thumb. )
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But he does really, really want her. He tastes her, his tongue exploring before parting. His hands had slipped down, lightly rubbing along the outside of her thighs and he looks at her through hooded eyes, a crooked smile on his lips at the light touch of her thumb. He presses a quick kiss to the pad of her thumb. ]
You're really, really pretty.