Natália and Van
Natália laughed when he pointed out Felicity's height and then commented, "But that's miles and miles of legs. The things I would do to her." Her eyes drifted away as if lost in a daydream. That is until she felt his hand on her thigh. She enjoyed the touch of his fingers against her leg, the skirt of her dress short enough that he had more leg to venture across then fabric to slide under.
Communication was the foreplay to transactions. Not all communication was verbal too, and she liked where their physical conversation was going. She brought the blunt to her lips again, taking another drag and smiling as his finger touched her. It brought her attention back to him and she placed the blunt back into his mouth, leaving it there while she placed a hand over where his rested on her leg.
"Only if you're interested," she said, stroking her thumb over his and the promise of what could happen in her eyes. The hand she had on his thigh now followed the isnide of his leg until it found the front of his pants, her nails scratching inward lightly over the fabric and then applying some pressure as they stretched outward to cup him. She asked, "What will it be then, Van?"