Re: Tate & Emilia & Open
”I think I’d try to change your mind before burying you,” Emilia chuckled. “Can’t just toss away a prime lover like yourself because he’s gotten some odd ideas out of nowhere.” She winked at him, and nodded slowly; yes, she wanted to hear his wishes.
“Yes..?” she purred as she was spun back in and she could brush her knuckles down Tate’s cheek while she slowly shimmied down his body and back to where she could kiss him. His question had her laughing softly before she turned in his arms, her back now against his chest. “There are a couple of ways you could find out,” she murmured, turning her head so she could still talk to him. Lacing her fingers through his, she put his hand on her thigh and guided it upwards until her could feel the fabric of the black boy shorts she was wearing under her dress tonight. Many wouldn’t consider them sexy, and she had considered going without anything, just for fun, but being at The Carnival meant that the chances of her ending up in a wild jive or even a jitterbug with Wishes skyrocketed… and she wasn’t ready to show that much to the entire club.