Re: Tate & Emilia & Open
Tate's head bobbed in a nod when she said they were taking tonight off, he wanted to do that so badly. It helped that he really did have the following day off work, he'd be able to lay in bed with Emilia all morning if he wanted. He hoped she might have Sunday off as well, or at least maybe the morning.
His arms moved down as she pulled his hands down, letting them rest on her lower back as they continued to move. A throaty chuckle left him as they kissed, only for her to tell him that they first had to dance. He could definitely do that, he thought. He wasn't half bad at dancing, though sometimes he tended to lose the beat. With Emilia in his arms however, she was helping to keep him on track, following the beat of the music as they moved around the dance floor.
"Only if I want to? Since when have I ever turned that down?" Tate couldn't recall a time, though he was sure over the years there had been a point when he had been too tired, or possibly that she was too tired. He knew it wasn't a usual occurrence, he really hoped it never became a usual thing. The day he started turning down feeling up a gorgeous woman was the day they could assume the body snatchers had gotten to him.