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"Aight, sure. go get cleaned up, sugar. I'll just hang."

[break][break]"Okay, I'll be right back~"

[break][break]She didn't know how to explain it, there was the bubble of anticipation in her chest, a feeling of butterflies fluttering up into it suffocating into the ever tightening ball. The very feeling caught her breath, and more than anything she just wanted to share it, maybe take some of his own air to relieve herself of this solitude suffering. It felt intimate and personal to have him inside of her hotel room, especially whenever she didn't have a chance to clean it up.

[break][break]It was exposing, raw and it twisted her up inside.

[break][break]"Go get dolled up, we'll go get dinner. On me."

[break][break]She was already making her way over to the bathroom when he spoke up, a short pause with her hand on the door trim as she looked back at him. The butterflies gathering in her throat, desperately trying to escape.

[break][break]"Damn Darling, you really know how to treat someone~"

[break][break]Swallow it down and smile, she bitterly knew people wouldn't understand-- well maybe he would. That's right she could test it after a shower. Then she'd be far more presentable and prettier, and it can ask as a treat after she had been so demanding with him thus far. It just felt right to do so.

[break][break]To her it didn't take too long to finish getting washed up, it was the drying her hair that would probably take some time. Maybe she could half dry it and let it dry out on its down later, some people like the appeal of a wet woman; did he? Well she was going to find out when she exited the bathroom, a tightly wound up towel around her form to at least have some form of modesty in front of him.

[break][break]She really couldn't hear if he said something the moment she entered in the room, while she was someone who was completely comfortable in their own body there was a sense of risk doing something like this. That risk had her heart pumping louder than a concrete, and with so much wound up anxiety she couldn't help but fidget with her hands behind her back. If he had stayed waiting for her on the bed, she wouldn't even give it a full second before she'd make her way to the edge of it, a slight bounce of the bed in response to her weight.

[break][break]"Thank you for waiting~"

[break][break]With her words she'd lean over closer to him, her heart racing harder and faster with each inch she got closer and with a slight tremble to her fingertips she'd gently held his cheek. Her restlessness was building up the desire to take a bite, a feral appetite tingle within her canines that she tried to smother with something far more compassionate such as a kiss on his lips. But nothing is ever so simple with her emotions, to her a light kiss was only just a taste and like a shark to blood she desperately wanted more. Her breath shook as her free hand would tightly grip onto the bedside all in a attempt to force every ounce of this feeling into the sheets.

[break][break]But even still she couldn't stop herself from shifting her grip from his cheek to the side of his neck, a nail lightly digging in. She was curious on what he would do next, say next, feel next. She wanted to give him the ball court, but perhaps she handed him a poisoned chalice instead, especially with her second date rules.


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The steady intensity was growing within overwhelming thought in her mind, and sparking every one of her nerves. A rush of tingles clawed it's way up her spine as his hand, much like its owner, snaked around her hips. The weight of his warmth couldn't be avoided even with the thick towel that separated their touch, kindling a theory of how different it would have been without this barrier between them.

[break][break]"Wonder which is wetter..."

[break][break]While his eyes were glued on her chests, hers were glued on his lips, she had half a mind to interrupt him with another kiss, even sinking her teeth into them but instead she did her best to snuff out that impulse. Still the tingle of her canines required a little bit of pacifying with a slick roll of her tongue over her teeth as she'd push herself off from the bed and away him from his reach again.

[break][break]"If I had to guess, my hair?~"

[break][break]She purposefully went back to a cutesy act, bringing her hands up to her face to cup her chin with both palms. It'd be far too cruel to keep on teasing him in the way she had been doing, plus she wasn't actually lying. If he really wanted to change that answer he'd need to shower her with a bit more love, or stimulate her in a far more extreme fashion than he had been doing up till this point.

[break][break]"Told you dinner. Wanna get it? I'm feelin' Kalosian. Think a lady like you would enjoy it, yeah?"

[break][break]"Oh? Do I come off that way to you? Or is it because Kalos is referenced as the language of love~"

[break][break]The smile on her face stayed that sweet and innocent one she carried with her little joke before but her eyes narrowed down on him. In honesty looking over at him, he was quite a catch, probably someone that her sister would have liked more--especially with his large build. However she wasn't going to just stand around idly, especially not undressed like she had been this entire time.

[break][break]"Tell me about the place while I get ready~ How did you find out about there? Have you been there before? Do you like it?~ I want to learn about you."

[break][break]She talked over her shoulder as she made it to one of the drawers, pulling out articles of clothing at batches at a time, really trying to figure out exactly what she'd wear--or better what combination she was going to go with tonight. Though she never really gave him a show about it, the only time the towel cam completely off was when she managed to get her undergarments on, which was no different than wearing a bathing suit at that point.


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