Melinda Bobbin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _melinda_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
“Mm, well I adore you, so obviously everyone else do, too,” Melinda grinned, chasing his kiss a little, and her fingers caressing against the warm skin on his neck. Though she had always felt confident about herself, Oliver’s spur-of-the-moment way of thinking and his simply not giving too much of a damn about what people thought about him being affectionate in public had proven that maybe she had had a few reservations, although any and all of those were currently not present. How could she even consider wanting to hide this? The way Oliver was looking at her made her want the whole world to know how he made her feel.
“You know that the only ego I want to make bigger is yours, right?” Melinda chuckled. “Roger mmmay have danced too closely with every boyfriend I’ve had since school, which I might add isn’t nearly as many as it sounds like, but that’s not important. It’s either chased them away or proved them accepted by him.” It may have been a cheap trick, but it had worked wonders in the cases where she hadn’t been completely sure. That wasn’t the case with Oliver, though. Melinda knew and was beginning to think that even if he hadn’t been comfortable with Roger’s flirtiness, she would have wanted to make it work anyway.
Even with the heat of the club surrounding them, Melinda shivered under Oliver’s kiss. “I think it’s going splendidly so far,” she murmured to him. “I don’t think it’s the last time we do this. No, I hope this isn’t the last time we do this, and as much as I love being out with you,” she leaned in closer to him, a quick peck to his lips, “I also love the idea that I get to go home with you.”