angelic_gabe (angelic_gabe) wrote in shadowlands_ic, @ 2017-08-19 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | gabriel allen, keira adams |
Who: Gabriel and Keira
What: A flirty tea
Where: Gabriel's London home
When: 18 August, 1888
Rating: PG, S for Sweet n' Shmoopy, K for kissin'
Gabriel knew that Keira didn’t have much by way of free time between her business, her studies, and her duties as a Sorelle, all things that he knew mattered dearly to her. And while he made a point of stopping by her tea shop fairly regularly to say hello and see whether he could make her blush and laugh, there were always other customers to be seen to, and he didn’t want to linger too terribly long.
He was rather gratified, then, when he’d managed to secure an invitation for his friend to come by his house for a late afternoon tea on a rare day off despite the fact that her final exams were fast approaching.
They’d ended their last evening together on a giddily high note with a rather lovely kiss and the promise of more, and she’d been glowingly happy to see him when he’d been by the tea shop since, but despite knowing she was interested, he also knew his friend had her hesitations (and had good reason for them). But tea was a familiar ritual, a touch less possibility for scandal or pressure than a dinner or after dinner drinks, the servants could keep at a discreet distance, and if all they managed to get around to was honest to god tea and conversation, he’d still enjoy her company.
The tea things were set out in the study -- she was, naturally, bringing dessert, but there was a pot of tea brewing, he’d had Cook make up some delicate little sandwiches, and had procured a rather large box of nice chocolates, as well as yet another bouquet. He’d decided to go simple this time around; it was hard to choose the single flower that best captured Keira -- he’d sent her a flurry of them over the last few weeks -- but yellow tulips played beautifully against her coloring and captured his endless appreciation for the sunshine in her smile, so he’d gotten a dozen of them.
It was true that Keira had a very hectic lifestyle at the moment. When she wasn’t in school, studying, or doing what was expected of her as a Sorelle, she was at her shop baking and tea making. Of course, one day a week, she was off to the beach for her weekly swim. Having free time was something that did not come as often as she would have liked, but somehow today she had a day off from everything and she was using her free time to spend it with Gabriel.
Since having shared the kiss with Gabriel, having decided to pass by just friends and add something extra, it was all she could think about. It didn’t help that he continued to send her flowers and would pop into her tea shop to have tea and a little bit of conversation, though she always seemed busy to really have any lengthy conversations with him. Just seeing him, though, always made her day and the promises to see him again always made her smile.
With this visit she didn’t know what to expect, but she arrived with a dessert in hand-apple pie- as promised and a smile on her face. She knocked on the door and waited, and tucked some stray, red strands behind an ear; her hair was fighting the updo she’d put it in.
Gabriel had been fussing with the silver, and at her knock, went to the front door to answer, entirely pleased to see her standing there, and feeling a touch of nervous excitement despite himself.
“Mrs Adams,” he exclaimed warmly, taking the offered pie, and kissing her on the cheek. “How utterly delightful to see you here, and under much better circumstances than your last visit, I’d warrant,” he added with a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Please, do come in,” he added, ushering her to the study.
“The flowers are for you, of course,” he said, laughing a little. “As are the chocolates. If you haven’t gathered yet, I enjoy spoiling my friends rotten, and can be no end of effusive in my admiration where you’re concerned,” he added, setting the pie down on the table with the rest of the tea things. “How have you been?” He asked, turning back and taking her hands in his.
“Mr. Allen,” Keira beamed a smile to him as Gabriel answered the door. She felt color rush to her cheeks at his attention to her, liking the attention. She stepped inside and gave a laugh at his words. “Much better circumstances indeed,” she said.
In the study she looked around in awe at the little setup he’d done. There was the tea and everything to go with it as well as tiny sandwiches and the chocolates. Oh how she was already in love with the idea that he’d remembered her fondness of chocolates and had some here. The yellow tulips were beautiful, of course, and she went over to sniff them. “They are gorgeous,” she said. “Their meaning has something to do with sunshine right?” She asked turning to him. “And I believe I can possibly get acquainted with you spoiling me,” she grinned.
Her gloved fingers curled around his when he took her hands and she tilted her head slightly to look up at him. “I’ve been well,” she replied. “I sometimes think I have put too much on my plate, but I suppose I should be thankful that I have the opportunities that I have,” she said. She didn’t mention what had happened while picking pockets, unsure if that was something to share or not. “And you? How have you been?”
“Fairly well, all told,” he said. “The business in Whitechapel was a little rattling to some of the girls, but it isn’t anyone they knew personally, and the Academy is a good sight safer than the streets besides.” He smiled. “And yes -- you have been reading up, haven’t you? It’s the sunshine of your smile,” he said, with a pleased look. “I thought it fitting,” he said, running a thumb over her gloved knuckles. “You do rather light up a room. And I’m so glad you could come by despite your obligations.”
He laughed and shook his head, looking over at her fondly and a little uncertainly. “I must admit…” he said, “I’m a bit at a loss, my dear. I want very badly to pick up where we left off the other evening, to sit you on my lap and nuzzle at you and feed you chocolates, but I don’t wish to be overbearing, or presume. How might we go about things? Would you rather keep to a proper tea? Whatever you’d like. Truly.”
Keira knew exactly what he was talking about when Gabriel mentioned the unpleasantries in Whitechapel. It had made her feel a little unsafe on the streets as well and she made a point to not be out after dark if she could keep from it. Then she thought of what had happened with the man who fenced but would not give his name. She gave the slightest of frowns. She had accused him of being the murderer, but wasn’t sure that he actually was.
Her mind shifted gears when he went on about not knowing how to proceed with them. Her initial thought was to tell him to proceed with how he’d do with anyone else, but then she thought of where that would go and she wasn’t sure if ending up straight in bed was what she wanted. A part of her, yes, but she had to push past what had been done to her in the past and she thought maybe, just maybe, they needed to get more comfortable with each other. Him asking for her opinion mattered a lot, it made her trust him even more that he was willing to listen to her and go at her pace.
“I like that you are asking me what I want,” she said, looking up at him. “That you are willing to give me a choice and listen to me,” she smiled. “I don’t think proper tea will work,” she started. “To sit across from you and not touch you or be touched might drive me slightly mad, especially since I know how your lips feel against mine,” she ducked her head slightly, feeling her cheeks start to warm. “But I don’t know if I’m ready for the bedroom either,” she said, unable to meet his eyes as she spoke. “So, somewhere in the middle and if that’s me sitting in your lap being fed chocolates and...other things, I think that sounds divine,” she finally looked at him again and moved closer to him. “I want to get to that point, but I have to get past my own insecurities first.”
Gabriel leaned over and kissed her cheek, pleased. “That’s why I asked, dear lady,” he said. “We’ve got time, and striking a balance sounds delightful to me,” he said, grinning as he led her by the hand over to the sofa. “And if I should I tip the scales too far, you’ll say?” He added, looking up at her as he sat.
Keira looked down at Gabriel when he sat. She pulled the gloves from her hands, pulling on each finger until she could remove them and then set them down on the sofa beside them, the bruising on her wrist seen more, and then, before her nerves could talk her out of it, she moved to sit in his lap and feeling somewhat silly at first. She was starting to realize that whatever it was she’d had with Jameson, she’d only gotten a small taste of things. “I promise to say something if you do,” she said of the scale tipping and wrapped an arm around his neck. “Is this what you wanted?” She asked him.
“Mon ange,” he replied back, looking up at her, “Oui. Tu es parfait.” He nuzzled his nose against hers, wrapping his arms around her, and then kissed her lightly on the lips. “Tell me,” he said, “how have those French lessons been going?” He grinned, unwrapping one arm so he could tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear affectionately before passing her a chocolate.
“Je ne suis pas parfait,” Keira shook her head and then found herself lost in him as he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a small kiss. “Les leçons de français vont bien. Lente, mais bien,” she answered him, her words slow and halting as she fought to think of the words to use. She bit into the chocolate and hummed happily. “I am fairly certain that you are perfect,” she looked at him.
“Hardly,” he replied, lightly, and the sweet expression on her face (not to mention the sweet attempt at French) was enough to have him grinning. He remembered Georgie’s mournful sigh of I wish I was a chocolate, and laughed, kissing her again, this time lingering just a bit, his hand cupping her cheek.
“The chocolates are rather good,” he replied, sighing and resting his head on her shoulder. “And I am impressed -- your grammar is excellent.”
“I guess we are both just two unperfect souls then,” Keira stated with a chuckle. The chocolate was delicious and the kiss that followed was even more so. When he spoke again, she gave a sly grin and moved to run fingers through his hair as his head rested on her shoulder. “The chocolates? Or me?” She teased, a little more bold. “My grammar is passable,” she said. “I need more...conversations in French, but I’m making a high grade in the class,” she explained.
Then, out of nowhere, she popped out a question she had been dying to ask him since she’d found out what he was. “How do you...feed?” She asked, her cheeks going a rosy red.
“Next time I come by Hidden Treasures,” he replied, “I shall conduct our entire conversation in French, and tell you jokes, and consider it a true victory if any of them make you laugh -- that is a sign of true understanding of a language, I’ve found,” he said, smiling, and looking up at her.
“And I’d certainly say both are quite tasty,” he added, “and definitely worth a second helping. And a third. And possibly a fourth.” He met her eye, a little daring. “I should like to kiss you all over someday, and rather thoroughly,” he said. “I imagine you taste like the sea.”
He grinned, and he nestled back into her shoulder, one of his hands shifting to rest on her thigh. “I feed by touching someone else’s skin as they experience pleasure,” he said, his voice low. “I could taste that little curl of delight you felt as we kissed earlier -- a tingle, a small spark of joy, rather like a sweet bite of your chocolate.” He looked up. “So I rather mean it quite literally -- you are tres délicieux,” he said, a little cheekily.
“You can imagine that the greater the pleasure, the greater the portion,” he continued, “and some have more energy than others, as well -- your powers of transformation, your thrall, it gives you a lovely flavor I quite enjoy, and it was how I knew you weren’t quite human when we first touched hands.” He smiled. “I take on many lovers, and one reason is so that I never have to worry about taking more than any one could spare -- I sip and sample, and they are a touch more tired than they would otherwise be after, but it’s temporary, and they’ve most certainly enjoyed the experience along the way.”
“Oh, then I better brush up on my French quickly, as much as you like coming into the shop,” Keira teased him. She enjoyed his visits, even if it’s just a quick moment, it did definitely make her day.
She didn’t think that her face could get any redder than it was, but it seemed as if Gabriel had that power to push it. She bit down gently on her lower lip and then released it to smile. “I don’t know if I taste like the sea,” she gave a small shake of her head. I would like that, though…” to be kissed all over, by him, she was sure she would enjoy it immensely.
The weight of his hand on her thigh made her muscle tense and then relax. She thought it was interesting that with even just a small kiss that he could already ‘taste’ her. She also liked that he enjoyed her ‘flavor’. “So, I assume, that not everyone tastes the same then?” She rested her cheek on his head as it laid upon her shoulder. She was glad that he now couldn’t see the flush of her cheeks, though he could probably feel the giddy excitement that ran through her as he called her ‘very delicious’.
“I have no doubt that it’s very enjoyable,” she spoke softly and could only imagine how it would feel in greater portions. It didn’t bother her that he took on many lovers and that she was just one of a few. She could understand that it was what he needed to survive; she was thankful she was not of his species, because if so she might not have lived until now. Going so many years without, it had been a necessary task. “You may sip and sample at your leisure,” she then said. “Tell me, do you have to be the one touching, or does it work when someone touches you? Like this,” she lifted a hand and gently dragged her fingers over the top of his that laid upon her thigh. “Or this?” She moved her hand from his and touched his cheek, gently dragging her fingers downward before letting her thumb caress over his lip.
He looked up at her and swallowed. “Your touching my skin with yours works equally well,” he said, “so do feel free to take liberties.”
He smiled then, a little playfully. “You know,” he said, “I suppose we could make a proper scientific study of it, using blindfolds, to see how precise I could be at identifying lovers by touch alone. I do know that non-humans and witches taste stronger than humans, some quite a bit stronger, and vampires and my own kind taste of nothing, and cannot sustain.” He rubbed his cheek against her hand. “You do realize that I’d have to sample you quite a bit in anticipation. For the sake of science,” he added, grinning.
She blushed so prettily that he couldn’t help but lean up to kiss her again for a few heartbeats, his thumb lightly brushing her thigh.
“What color are your scales?” He asked, looking up at her, picturing what she looked like underwater, with her hair floating around her face.
Keira liked the look in Gabriel’s eyes when he looked up at her. “That’s good to know,” she smiled down at him. She would be sure to touch him a lot, then, and in plenty of ways.
“Oh, well, in the name of science,” she laughed lightly. “I could never stand in the way of that,” she told him. “I would like to know just how different I taste from everyone else,” she teased. “And if sampling is what it takes, I am sure that I can be at your disposal when necessary,” she said, liking the way his stubble felt against the palm of her hand.
When he kissed her again, the thrill of it ran through her and the movement of his thumb had her give just the smallest of shudders. Her hand cupped his cheek and she kissed him back more boldly than before.
When the kiss broke, she looked at him and smiled. Her hand moved to slide from his face to touch the side of his neck. “They are an iridescent turquoise color,” she answered him. “With a bit of a darker blue that just barely touches the tips of each one. I have to say that I have a pretty marvelous tail,” she boasted. “One day, you’ll have to come to the beach and I’ll let you see,” she nodded.
“No wonder you’re so stunning in blue,” Gabriel replied, fondly. “You would grant me that privilege?” He added, looking rather pleased. “You would give me such a gift? Dearest Keira,” he said, quietly. “It reminds me of butterfly wings, flashing in the sun -- but I imagine the effect is quite incomparable. I should very much like to see you one day.”
“I’m utterly neglecting my duties,” he continued, with a mock serious look. “I promised you I’d feed you chocolates, and you’ve only had the one,” he said, laughing a little then, and passing her another one. “And the sandwiches are quite good,” he added. “The tea is nowhere near as lovely as you make it, I have no doubt, but there is some, should you like it. And heavens, there’s your pie as well. Apple, if my nose steered me right?” He grinned, and kissed her nose. “You make the most delightful pastries, ma papillon,” he said, happily. “I cannot wait to have some.”
“Blue does seem to be my color,” Keira said. If only her eyes had been blue instead of the brown they were, but though they were brown, they were very much descriptive of how she may be feeling and did turn shades of brown to go with it. For example, the caramel color said she was definitely in a touchy and feely type of mood. “I would,” she said of granting him the privilege of seeing her tail. “It’s not a pretty process, but it is something to behold I would suppose.” Going from legs to tail was a bit easier transition then from tail to legs.
“Oh no!” She mocked back. “Whatever am I going to do with you, sir?” She smiled. “I think I am quite happy sitting here and letting you feed me chocolates,” she said. Taking the chocolate, she bit into it and then had to lick her fingers, sucking on the tip of it, which was probably unladylike but chocolate was not to be wasted. “Tea might be nice, however, to wash down the chocolate, and your leg has to be getting tired of me sitting on it.” Giving him the option to free his lap if he wished.
He laughed, and shook his head, looking up at the merry widow. “Have I mentioned yet how glorious it is to be able to wrap my arms around you, and kiss you? Because it truly is delightful, as are you, and mercy, I remember the first time I touched your hand,” he said, a little more seriously. “You pulled back as if you’d been burned,” he said, quietly, “and it hurt my heart to think someone had ever treated such a sweet lady so poorly to make her afraid of a little affection.” He sighed, and brushed a thumb under her cheek. “I vastly prefer this,” he said, “and would endure all sorts of needles and pins for it.”
He grinned a little and tipped his head. “But tea would be nice,” he said, giving her thigh a squeeze with his hand. “How about I’ll fix us plates and you pour the cups, and I’ll see if I can bear to keep my hands to myself long enough to try some of that pie of yours.”
“Mmm no,” Keira murmured. “But even if you have, you can always mention it again and again,” she teased. She remembered what he spoke of. He had just gave an innocent touch to her hand and she had jerked back so quickly that had her other hand not been on the counter she would have possibly lost her footing. It had been a most embarrassing moment and her cheeks had burned for hours afterward. “I had expected to not ever see you again after that,” she said quietly. “And it bothered me for reasons I didn’t understand,” she admitted. She closed her eyes for a moment as his thumb brushed across her skin, letting herself feel how good it felt to be touched by him. “But when you did come back, when I saw you again, I was so very, extremely happy,” she told him.
“Deal,” she said of fixing the tea. “Does this mean I have to tempt you to touch me before we reach pie?” She asked with that look of mischief in her eyes. She then leaned in to give him a sweet kiss, lingering for a couple of moments before she moved to get up.
He hummed happily as she did so, beyond pleased that he wasn’t the only one willing to take initiative. “Deal,” he replied back, grinning.
As she poured the tea, he prepared the plates with sandwiches and slices of pie, and as he carried them over to the couch, he paused and frowned at the sight of a nasty-looking bruise on her wrist, setting the plates down on a nearby table.
“Dearest, what happened to your wrist?” He asked.
Keira was happy to pour the tea, her mind working on ways that would have him touching her again before he reached the apple pie. She had forgotten about the bruise on her wrist until he mentioned and she paused in what she was doing to look at it.
“Oh.. well..” she gave him a sheepish look. “I had an altercation with a gentleman,” she answered. “My fault, really.”
He raised an eyebrow. “A gentleman put his hands on you?” He said, frowning, trying his best to not get up in arms. She didn’t seem overly affected by it. “How on earth could that possibly be your fault?”
Oh she did not like the frowning. Did not like the frowning at all. She put what was in her hands down and self-consciously wrapped fingers around her wrist to hide the bruise. “I...um,” she looked down at her hands. “I picked his pocket,” she said meekly. “I was doing my duty as a Sorelle,” she told him. “And I just picked the wrong man’s pocket to pick from. We had a standoff for a good while and then I think he used his…” she paused to think of the word to use. “He used that vampire mind thing to finally get his things back,” she sighed. “Other than the bruise, he didn’t hurt me, Gabriel. I did accuse him of being the murderer of that one woman, however.”
He nodded his head.
“I have to remind myself that you’re your own woman, Keira,” he said, quietly, “and more than capable of handling yourself. I’m glad you weren’t more badly hurt,” he said, even though his primary desire at the moment was to punch whoever it was square in the nose. Multiple times. He was relieved that she seemed more embarrassed than shaken. “...Did he strike you as a viable suspect?” He asked, curious. “Or was it more to throw him off his guard?”
Keira smiled and nodded. She could take care of herself, but she was very well aware of how badly the situation could have turned out. She didn’t tell him that the whole ordeal had been rather exhilarating, the back and forth between the two and the almost fencing.
“I used it as a way to throw off his guard,” she answered. “He had grabbed me and was threatening to call for a constable and how women who stole were not treated so well,” she explained. “So I told him that he could and that the police would most likely like him as a suspect for murdering a woman as he was mishandling one,” she shot him a grin. “As for being the actual killer,” she shuddered. “He was a vampire, well dressed and spoke well, I don’t think, if I were police, that I would look at him as a suspect but… He could be?” She told him. “He had no issues with grabbing me as he did and he did use his mind control thing that vampires do which would do a murderer wonders, but he didn’t try to kill me,” she shrugged.
“Don’t be angry with me, Gabriel,” she pleaded. “I have a duty to the Sisterhood and though I don’t like the petty thievery and I’m apparently not great at it, I do like the reason for it,” she told him. “It’s my life, at least for now.”
“Dearest,” he cried out, reaching for her hand, “I’m furious at the blaggard who grabbed you. Not you. Heavens no. You’re doing what you must, I know that you have duties and obligations, and I adore you, ma petite voleur, truly.” He kissed her dear, bruised wrist. “Just promise me you’ll take care?”
He looked over at her. “Should you ever wish to practice your pickpocketing in addition to your French,” he added, “your sisters used to have a running bet as to who could buzz me successfully, before Chiara put an end to it -- and no-one managed to collect. That, and I’m more than happy to have a beautiful woman slip her hand in my pockets,” he added, grinning a little. “Please, don’t think me angry with you, darling.”
Keira let out a breath of relief and let him take her hand. She smiled as he called her his little thief and that he adored her. “I promise,” she lifted her free hand and cupped his cheek. It amazed her that he cared so much about her well being and she realized that she liked him worrying over her. Still, she would do her best not to worry him further if she could help it.
“Oh how the women of the house would be so furious with me if I were to learn how to pick your pockets,” she grinned at him. “They still haven’t quite figured out who my mysterious man is that sends me all the beautiful flowers, though I expect Chiara knows,” she laughed lightly. “So I guess during French lessons I’ll see just how crafty my hands are,” she rose an eyebrow.
“Oh, and Gabriel,” she tried to fight the smile that pulled at her lips. “I think you lost about keeping your hands to yourself until pie,” she teased him, knowing this didn’t count. “I just don’t know what I am going to do with you, sir.”
“Do your worst,” he replied, laughing. “I’ll take whatever you can mete out. Although given you’ve recently crossed a vampire, I’m a little intimidated, to be honest.”
“Intimidated? By me?” Keira actually laughed, amused by the idea. She moved closer until her body was almost against his. “I’m just a sweet, innocent little mermaid that has no powers over anyone,” she grinned up at him. “I guess I can give you a free pass, and the keeping your hands to yourself starting now,” she slid her hands to rest on his chest. “I mean, if that’s what you want, keeping your hands to yourself,” she smirked.
His eyes flashed at that, and his mouth curled into a smile, and he bit his lip as he put his hands behind his back. “Sly minx,” he said, tipping his chin to her. “I’d say you’ve wrapped me around that slim little finger of yours quite thoroughly, I’ll have you know,” he added. “I’m at your mercy, my dear.”
Seeing him bite his lip, she wondered what it would be like to bite it herself, which was unlike her in a way. Or was it. Before Jameson had gone all horrible like, she had gotten comfortable in her sexuality and how to tease a man. It was just finding that side of her and pulling her forward.
“Have I?” She said and then gave a small pout as he moved his hands behind his back. “Ah, so you are going to make me work for it?” She knew there was sandwiches and tea waiting for them, but she was more into this little game that had sprung up between them. Sliding her hands to his shoulders, she used him for balance as she went up on her toes and and placed her lips to his jaw, right below his ear, and then kissed him twice down his neck before she pulled back. “Would you like your tea and sandwiches now?”
He couldn’t help but lean towards her as she pulled back, and he laughed, a low, deep rumble. “If you wouldn’t mind lending a hand,” he said, cheekily. “Would you like me standing, sitting, or on my knees?” He added, his eyes twinkling.
It was all in fun, he knew, and it was endlessly fascinating to see her confidence and boldness on display -- but even while having a bit of fun, he wanted to show himself more than willing to take her suggestions to heart, no matter how silly.
The rumbly laugh that came from Gabriel did something to her insides, a good type of something. “You have will power?” She chuckled, stepping back. She knew he liked to touch her, he’d said as much earlier, which meant he had to be fighting to not touch her now, especially when she was so subtly asking for it. “Take a seat,” she waved to the sofa and tried to figure out her next move. “Though having you kneel before me is rather an interesting idea,” she chuckled.
“Duly noted for future,” he replied, sitting and looking up at her, resting his hands on the back of the sofa, giving her a grin. “Believe me, my dear, I take direction quite well.” He tipped his chin towards her, a challenging look in his eye.
Keira looked at Gabriel and rose an eyebrow. Somehow this all got turned around backwards. Being in control wasn’t something she was ever use to, and yet here he was giving her full control and challenging her, no less, to do something about it. What was her next move suppose to be? She bit down on her lower lip, dragging it through her teeth as she thought. This was really difficult, or so it seemed. At least, it was difficult for her. It made her wonder how different she was from others he had been with, and if it were a good different or a bad different.
Taking a breath, she let it out slowly and then moved to pick up the plates of sandwiches he’d made for them. She moved to sit on his lap once more, balancing herself on one his legs, her’s between his, and picking up a tiny sandwich. “You are having too much fun with this, aren’t you?” She asked and offered the sandwich to him, unsure if he’d take a bite of it from her hand or if he’d reach for it.
“I am,” he replied, laughing a little, before leaning down to take the proffered bite of sandwich, taking the opportunity to suck on her fingers a little, a playful look in his eye.
“I find,” he said, enjoying her weight on his leg, “that sex tends to be best when there’s quite a bit of communication involved.” He tipped his head. “And laughter,” he added, with a smile, tipping towards her to kiss her sweetly, “and when you like the person you’re with too,” he said, softly, “well, there’s very nearly nothing better. ...Consider this a preview, my dear Mrs Adams.”
He smiled, and kissed her again, gently, careful not to lean too far, given his hands weren’t wrapped around her waist. “I also find it incredibly wonderful when a woman knows what she wants,” he added.
Keira’s lips parted when he sucked on her fingers, and took a sharp inward breath of air. Her eyes moved from his lips to his eyes when he spoke again. Her hand, which was still hanging in the air with a bit of sandwich left, moved to rest on the plate when he kissed her, not once but twice. Her head did the woozy, spinny thing.
“You make my head spin when you do things like that,” she blinked and took in a breath. “Knowing what I want and advertising it are two different things,” she murmured, moving the plate of sandwiches away. One hand went to rest on his other thigh, her other hand went to touch a few of the buttons on his shirt. “But I know I want to touch you, and kiss you,” she leaned towards him and kissed at his jaw until she found her way to his lips.
Keira showing a touch of boldness was a joy, and he found her kisses beyond sweet, and when they parted, he looked up at her. “Likewise. Very much. I surrender. God, please, might I use my hands again?” He managed, laughing.
Keira grinned at his surrender and then nodded her head. “I really wish that you would,” she slid her hand up a little on his thigh. “I think I might die if you don’t touch me again,” She looked at him and her tongue came out to quickly wet her lips. “Please?”
“Heaven forbid,” he replied, laughing. He reached for her then, cupping her dear face in his hands and kissing her deeply, doing his best to express how pleased he was that she was there, and willing, and enjoying herself despite her hesitations.
He hummed with happiness as they kissed, entwining, his thumb brushing her cheekbone, his tongue daring and eager, and as they broke off, he rested a hand on her hip and his forehead against hers, sighing.
Keira laughed at his ‘heaven forbid’ and then let out a little sigh as his hands came to rest on her face before his lips met hers. The kiss had her toes practically curling in her shoes, her hand clutching at his shirt while the other tightened just slightly on his thigh, a soft hum of a noise sounding before the kiss ended. “Is that a good sigh, or a bad sigh,” she teased him lightly, her forehead pressed against his.
“Oh, believe me, my dear Mrs Adams,” he said, his voice low, “it’s a very good sigh.”