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[crossmyheartandhope]

[He flushes darker still, at that implication - takes another bite of chicken tender, slower this time, as though aware that she's watching him do it]

Both, like... you know.

[He shifts again in the chair,]

Touching me and touching you, too.

[unbr8kable]

[Watches as he chews and watches more as he swallows; continues even as more heat spreads over her face]

What, like, on the hand? On the toenail? Paint me a word-picture. You into belly buttons?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He takes another bites - chews, and swallows - licks at his lips]

Y-you know, like - like. Between my legs. And between yours.

[His cheeks have somehow found a way to become an even deeper red; he squirms a little, in the chair]

But I guess - you could touch other stuff, first. Like - build up to it, kinda.

[unbr8kable]

You guess?

[She leans in, arching an eyebrow as if to side-eye him, for as haughty as she can pull off while so obviously amused and even more obviously flushed and interested)]

So, foreplay's optional with you? Something I could do, if I felt like it, for a treat?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He sputters - ducks his head, eyes firmly refusing to meet hers,]

I - I mean. Building up to it's - real nice.

[unbr8kable]

[Another snicker and she prods at his knee under the table]

I mean. You're good enough at it. But if you ain't really your jam, that's up to you...

[crossmyheartandhope]

N-naw, uh. It's -

[Another shift - a twitch, at the prod]

It's kinda my jam.

[unbr8kable]

Mm... In that case.

[Prods him again, a little higher]

...You ready to get outta here?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shudders, at that one - bites down on his lip, and shifts again,]

Yeah. I, uh - real ready.

[unbr8kable]

Looks like it... Pretty sure I can see the bump in those ruffles from here.

[Maybe, maybe not; either way she licks her lips and pushes to her feet]

C'mon, if you ain't stuck to the seat by now.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He flushes darker, at the comment about the bump in the ruffles - darker still, when she mentions being stuck to the seat - makes his way to his feet, as well, decidedly less steady]

You think, uh. You think I oughtta wipe it down...?

[unbr8kable]

Wha-- I was just...

[Flushes herself, biting at her lip]

...Could bend over and take a look.

[Comes up closer behind him to do the same,]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Even his ears are red, and he decidedly won't meet her eyes]

[There is indeed a damp spot, a smear of clear fluid,]

[unbr8kable]

[She leans in against his back, enough that he can feel rather than see as she whistles out a breath at what he'd left behind]

You really were heating up, weren't you...

[Her voice is a little impressed, honestly, and she can't keep from resting her hand high on his hip--drifting up under the petticoats, to see]

What're we gonna do about a mess like that...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He groans, softly, at the path her hand takes; underneath the petticoats, he has indeed been heating up, and the spots between the leather straps are decidedly damp as well. He presses into her touch, quite unable to help the way his hips rock forward - aware, too, of the way she's pressed up against his back, the warm line of her through the flimsy dress]

Guess - guess I better clean it up.

[unbr8kable]

[Perhaps he can feel the speeding of her heart as she allows more of her weight against him--lets her hand drift around the petticoats to drift over that damp leather]

Mmm... Guess you better get on your knees.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He sucks in a soft breath, at that - lets it out in a quiet curse, hips shimmying to try and get more pressure from her wandering hand]

[It takes him a beat, to scrape together a reply:]

Y-yeah. I probly better...

[But he makes no move to fall to his knees yet - can't, maybe, too lost in the feel of what little of her touch he can feel through the crisscrossing leather straps]

[unbr8kable]

[She doesn't give him any more pressure, but doesn't pull away. Perhaps it's the mindless rock of his hips or the nudge of him under her fingers, even through the cage, but her breathing is heavy when she nips at the shell of his ear]

I mean. Staying like this, you're prolly gonna make an even bigger mess. That what you're into, here in front of everybody...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath catches, at the nip of her teeth; he rocks forward sharper into her touch at that, eyes fluttering closed]

J-jesus. Xia...

[unbr8kable]

[With a light groan, she tugs him closer against her with her free hand and nips at him again, at his earlobe this time]

I ain't too good at waiting... 'Specially with you looking like that.

But I bet you wouldn't take that long now, would you?

[This time she does press her hand into the leather, giving friction and then some]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[She earns a full-on whimper, this time; he shudders hard and presses forward into her hand, hips working in restless little circles]

N-not long at all. I'm - that's real -

[She can feel him trembling, pressed together like this - feel the way his breathing has picked up as he pants for breath]

We shouldn't. We're -

N-not here.

[unbr8kable]

[Lets out a whine of her own, though whether it's at his refusal or at how physically obvious it was for him to say no is hard to tell. Her breaths come labored as well, and the hand under his skirts makes it no farther than the ridge of his hipbone, stroking over that instead as she makes an effort to not bend him over the booth]

[Her voice at least is steady...relatively]

...Fine. Where? Preferably close...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It takes him a long couple of beats to respond, thoroughly distracted by where her hand ended up, and by the intense awareness of how close it is to where he really wants it]

It's -

[He takes a shaking breath in - licks at his lips]

Just not, like - n-not the middle of the restaurant...?

[unbr8kable]

[She noses against the nape of his neck, breath warm and voice rumbly]

Where else should I expect to have a snack...?

[The hand wrapped around his belly shifts as well, running up and down his torso, not so tight that he couldn't break away if he wanted to, but securely enough that it's obvious how reluctant she is to do the sort of moving she ought to do--distracted despite somewhere in there knowing that she's supposed to be the one in charge of making the better decisions here]

Observation lounge...? Furniture floor? The back of the restaurant...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shudders, hard - lets out a shaky breath. When he takes another in to replace it, it catches on a hint of a whine]

A-anywhere. I ain't - I ain't picky.

Please -