[ she's relenting. he'll take it. gently closing his hand around hers, he rises from his chair, pulling her with him just as gently. if she's allowing it, he can run with it. once far enough away from tables and people alike, he readjusts his grip on her hand, placing his free one on her hip and drawing her close. they're firmly stepping over a line she'd drawn in the sand between them years ago, but he has no designs to press any further. to be honest, this is more than he ever expected she would give him.
once they've fallen into step, he leans close to her ear so he can whisper into her ear, soft enough that no one will be able to overhear. ]
What do you take me for, a warrior with facial ridges? [ aka a klingon. without saying as much. ] Your toes will be safe with me.
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once they've fallen into step, he leans close to her ear so he can whisper into her ear, soft enough that no one will be able to overhear. ]
What do you take me for, a warrior with facial ridges? [ aka a klingon. without saying as much. ] Your toes will be safe with me.