[attr="class","spiral"] Take it slow. Measured step leads to surefire results. Fernando places the initiative in her hands, let's her play frisky when his own instinct is to double down on his grip with a pinch of need. Different people have different ways to show their needs. She touches, teases, nips at him with skin against cloth, pressed with allure. He reaffirms his stance, his want mirroring his hold.

"How generous of you," the dip peaks and Fernando reels her back up, reels his catch right back into his grasp, "but how often is that returned?"

Her skins grazes his face and Fernando can feel his expression tighten. His eyes narrow in, probing, judging, hunting for something more beneath the surface. Her presentation is flawless but he can't help but feel that she's laced with something more, that behind the warm welcome and open arms is an ulterior motive. Maybe it's the insecurity of his value being in title and wealth only; maybe it's his own sense of self preservation. Right now Fernando heeds neither when his body falls in line with her whims and is courted to somewhere more private.

Eyes on the prize. He can feel his gaze wander, drifting to the pace of her steps and trailing up until he's memorized by her saunter. It isn't until they disappear from view that he catches his own breathe, gulping, undeniably parched. A seat meant for one becomes a love seat for two. Feet become steps, personal space invaded into inches.