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[attr="class","giada i"]somehow... she didn't quite peg him as the type to actually do it. color her surprised when he fully just leans and reaches.

a handful from him, a wink from her, and a revealed flask later and she's laughing a little too loudly. if anyone turns to look, she doesn't particularly notice or care.

her skitty happily accepts the heart with an excited mewl. the peach colored kitten is quick to snuggle up next to ollie on the table, offering the heart for a shared experience while their owners get... handsy?

"you drink it enough and it begins to feel like water?" or something like that. either way, she's proud of him.

"you can have one more. you know, before we gotta part ways and all," she murmurs before tilting her head toward the timer near their cats. time's almost up for their date. besides, there's more where that flask came from.

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[attr="class","giada i"]ah, yes... she remembers their bathroom trip almost fondly. two blondes and giada equals a match made in heaven. she grins at the thought.

her usual partner in crime is here somewhere, too. briefly she glances around but eventually decides against seeking too long for CIAN MAHER. poor girl wouldn't particularly like seeing him at another table. anyway!

"you gotta take it, of course!" the look she gives him is daring, challenging even. will he or won't he? time to find out!

meanwhile, the peachy skitty mewls softly. her head perks up at the sight of a new feline friend and her tail slowly begins to swish from gia's lap. another meow follows before the skitty is rising to hoist herself up onto the table to join ollie.

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[attr="class","giada i"]trailing kisses elicit a sigh.

he turns her into putty in his hands with softness and affection. it's a known fact by now but if he needed a reminder in this dressing room? he's getting one.

and they're more than likely going to be banned from this store... oh well.

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[attr="class","giada i"]pink: the color of her hair, her cheeks, some of her clothes.

an acceptable color, even if it's not crimson. her head bobs in a slight nod before his hand's presence stills the motion. and then, that very color he wants to see blooms across her cheeks. the way he's looking at her isn't a trick of the eyes, right?

"absolutely," she grins. "and i'll treat you to a fashion show just to prove it."

their destination comes into view shortly and the delibird in front of them squawks excitedly. good, she'll be rid of the bird soon...

"someone's ready to play santa," she murmurs softly, even as the delibird all but leaves them behind to scramble up ahead.

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[attr="class","giada i"]in hindsight, they should've gone a different way. one more lit, one more crowded. the thought of danger doesn't cross her mind...

not when his hand is in hers.

"whatcha wanna do when we get home?" there's a suggestive tone to her voice. well, more than usual, anyway. and when her head turns toward him, her smile is warm and affectionate.

shadows lurk in corners. out of sight, out of reach. and somehow, always ready to strike.

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[attr="class","giada i"]a shiny skitty mewls at her ankles before she's bending to pluck it up. another mewl escapes as it's gingerly set into her lap. the peachy baby curls into a ball of soft fur and rumbling purrs.

"yesss," she half slurs, half purrs. and when his eyes drop, as they fucking should mind you, her lips spread into a pleased grin.

the question of the flask is too easy of an opportunity to pounce on. and who is she to deny herself? he knows as well as she does how her whims are handled...

"wanna find out?" the grin widens, fuzzy at the corners with alcohol. "i'll even pour for you if you'd like!"

poor paxton... it's gonna be a long round for him.

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[attr="class","giada i"]"oh!"

she's flushed at the cheeks, just like the last time they met. this time... it's not the cold. it's the flask she snuck in between her boobs. oops?

"i know you!" she's quick to lean over the table. her head props itself up on the back of her hands, tilting slightly as she examines him further.

"p... parker? no no paxton!" in her defense, she was fairly drunk and he was half blurry. it's a wonder his face stuck at all. she knows, however, that she'd never forget a handsome face... alcohol induced or otherwise. "fancy seein' you here, darling."

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[attr="class","giada i"]"yeah?"

lips spread into a knowing smile a moment later. and despite the expression, she asks just to solidify their seemingly shared line of thinking.

"and what would that be?"

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[attr="class","giada i"]a bunny suit?

she would look pretty cute with the ears and tail... definitely going on the list.

"of course," she murmurs, brightening as he presses a kiss into her cheek. "anything for you."

the ongoing implication settles a moment later in the form of a rosy flush overtaking her skin.

"any color preference?"

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[attr="class","giada i"]pants join abandoned clothes in a pile. a smile spreads soon after.

"you could," she murmurs. it's half committal, existing in another realm of thinking. regardless of timing, they'll end up in the same place each time: unable to keep their hands to themselves.

gia doesn't quite back off yet. the shirt still hangs on her, tickling thighs whenever she shifts weight from one foot to the other.

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[attr="class","giada i"]nothing is technically promised but... next time implies enough for her to brighten at the sound.

"of course," she chirps. santa suit, catsuit, whatever he wants to see her in, really. "any requests besides a santa suit?"

oooh, maybe they could even go shopping for new suits... it'd be nice to buy something instead of merely taking it.

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