Re: Basement: Edge of the action
Another day, another life, and he might have taken her little jest seriously, but now it just rolled off of him, taken easily with the joke she had slid in around the words. The cigarette was relinquished, and she looked good with it, better than she had with the pale thin thing that was designed to look fashionable but came off as more ridiculous than anything else. When her hand came up to stop him, he stilled, one dark brow raising though he didn't question nor did he push. "My memory may not be the best, but I recall that much," he responded, her hand warm against her chest, the air spicy, and he found himself drawing in a long breath, enjoying, basking.
He hadn't realised his eyes had slipped closed until she spoke, catching sight of her just as she turned to lead the way from the stage towards the booths. He kept close behind her, not so that he might trip over her heels, but close enough to show that, at least for the moment, they were together, and when she changed direction, he turned with her, a small smile coming to his lips as she leaned back against the wall. He came in close, not taking the cigarette from her with his hands, but leaning forward to capture it with his lips. "Just kissing," he exhaled with a cloud of spicy clove, the cigarette pulled from between his lips a moment later. "I think I can handle that much."
She tasted like the cigarette when he leaned in to kiss her, free hand touching lightly on her face, the kiss open mouth and languid, undemanding, with plenty of tongue. Dark eyes closed, and he grew a little more bold, the kiss a little deeper, and he didn't bother holding back. He wasn't the best kisser on the block, but he knew what to do and knew how to make it feel good.