Re: Tate & Emilia & Open
Another chuckle left Tate as she teased him, "If I ever turn down that offer, please just bury me six feet under?" He grinned as she pressed in closer, one hand wandering lower so that his fingers brushed against the swell of her behind in that outfit. "Are they?" He asked in an excited hushed whisper, "I had no idea. Shall I start telling you all my wishes now? Would you like it one at a time?"
He didn't wait for her to respond, instead he spun her out again, while he let out a humming noise of his own. He was thinking about just what he was going to wish for first, what could he get away with in the club just now? Was she in a playful enough mood that she might say yes to his request for a drink? "I wish..." He said as he spun her back in against his body, "I could know if you were wearing anything under your outfit." He figured that one could be easy enough, maybe slip his hand up under her skirt. He would try for the drink next.