Dance Floor: Felix, Lily & Open
"God forbid indeed," Lily purred as she pushed her fingers through his hair, using the touch to draw him a little closer, their noses brushing. She'd stopped touching his skin for now, feeling the edges of light-headedness clamouring at her, but knowing that the idea had been already planted pretty firmly, she had no worries about him maybe moving on and forgetting about her in a hurry. And even after tonight, she knew she would have made an impression, and left her mark.
It wouldn't be long before he was reaching out to her anyway, drawn by an inexplicable need.
"How complicated is complicated?" she asked curiously, eyes large and kohl rimmed as she looked up at him. "You can tell me, I promise I won't be weirded out or anything."