Dance Floor: Tobias and Belle
"I believe I must plan for a third date in hopes that you will not find me dull before that point." Belle doubted he would. They were both intelligent and relatively unique individuals even in a school like this, and so it was only natural they would seek each other out for companionship. It was not easy to find those that focused solely on such things to the exclusion of social conventions in many ways. Obviously she was polite and respectful, but small talk and other similar niceties escaped her on the best of days- she just saw no point to them. Talking about real topics- politics, the future, and other things of that sort? That was much more a way to intrigue her, and he had certainly managed that in spades.
She listened as he spoke of his passions, her lips parting very slightly. She knew she wanted him to kiss her. The question was if he would. The books he mentioned, the topics were many she would find on her own shelves at home. Non-fiction, feminist manifestos, and political examinations sat beside legends, myths, and classical romances (a weakness for her, though she would rarely admit it.) The fact that he addressed her as a passion of his though? It caused a slight flaring of color in her cheeks. She wanted that. She wanted him to be as interested and distracted by her as she was finding herself to be by and about him.
When he pulled her into a kiss she smiled faintly against his lips, though her hands gripped him, pulling him closer as he deepened their contact. Yes. This was certainly something that she would want to lead to a third date. Perhaps even more than that.