[ He thinks so. That's enough, as far as she's concerned, for her to make a move, to enjoy him now and think about eating again later, and it's with that decision that Eula pushes the silverware aside, abandoning it completely in favor of turning fully into him— Only to find her mouth captured by his, the weight of his body leaning in against hers, a sudden flame writing itself over her lips and everywhere else he touches.
(She must remember later to tell him once more how delicious the food is, that turning away from it isn't a commentary on its taste but more how desperate she is for him—)
Eula's reaction is instantaneous: she makes a soft sound of pleasure as her eyes sink shut, lips parting as she returns the kiss; and her fingers coil, one around his tie and the other into his dress shirt, tugging him closer as she shifts until she's half-off her chair. She can taste the alcohol on his lips, feel the beat of his heart under his chest, hammering in a rhythm similar to hers. And she wants to talk, tell him that she's missed him, needed him, but her mouth is too occupied with showing him, with answering the ache coursing through both of their bodies. ]
Where?
[ In the end, this single word is the most she can handle, gasped out between his mouth and hers, even as her fingers tighten into the fabric of his clothing.c ]
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(She must remember later to tell him once more how delicious the food is, that turning away from it isn't a commentary on its taste but more how desperate she is for him—)
Eula's reaction is instantaneous: she makes a soft sound of pleasure as her eyes sink shut, lips parting as she returns the kiss; and her fingers coil, one around his tie and the other into his dress shirt, tugging him closer as she shifts until she's half-off her chair. She can taste the alcohol on his lips, feel the beat of his heart under his chest, hammering in a rhythm similar to hers. And she wants to talk, tell him that she's missed him, needed him, but her mouth is too occupied with showing him, with answering the ache coursing through both of their bodies. ]
Where?
[ In the end, this single word is the most she can handle, gasped out between his mouth and hers, even as her fingers tighten into the fabric of his clothing.c ]