Hannah blushed brightly as he led her away from the dance floor before they got squished. She did a little more then sip on the champagne that he handed to her. She drank about half the glass in one gulp to steady her nerves. She cared about Neville, but she was a little embarrassed by the clapping. She snuggled into him and listened to her, "I don't think we should here, we might set the place on fire." she mumbled, feeling so warm.
He found the chuckle shaking his chest slightly as he tried to not laugh out loud at her words but he had to agree, "I think we should go then, " he said as he drank his glass down, feeling the bubbles in his nose and his throat, "Because I'm not going to hold back," and he leaned in and caught her mouth again. This time, the kiss had more need to it, more fire as she put it, and his hand went to her shoulder. He had meant to ask her more about her business plan, how her job was going, how Livey was doing. Hell, he even wanted to hear about her dad, and what she'd been cooking. He wanted to hear all of it, but the need to be close to her clouded his thinking and he crushed his mouth to hers without reservation. They were off, in a corner, at the edge of prying eyes but he wasn't even concerned about that. He was slightly tipsy and woozy but he knew what he'd been dreaming of; this was only the beginning of it.
Hannah finished her glass in a gulp and felt her head spinning a little and then he was kissing her again. She moaned softly in surrender as she sank into the warmth of his kiss. Her hand slipped into his hair as she leaned back against the little couch. She knew that it was silly to get so carried away with him, but he made it so very easy. Her tongue danced with his as she enjoyed his taste. She wanted him. She hadn't realized how much she wanted him.
She was leaning back, and he was leaning into her, the kissing so passionate and absorbing. He thought he heard a clearing of a voice, and he pulled back, dazed to find their waiter there, holding the bottle as he was ready to pour, "Would you care for another bottle?" Neville found his face flush; it had not been his intent to be so openly passionate with this woman, for all to see, to potential soil her reputation and her good name. He shook his head, having sat up and untangled himself from her. Their glasses were set down and he was saying, "Only the bill," he said, as he realized that once he stood, he might be exposing his want to her a bit. He rose, immediately adjusting his pants to mask what she had triggered in him, and he waited until she seemed ready to rise, "Let's go," he said, his face still flush from his racing heart. Her mouth was swollen and he reached his hand down, a thumb touching her lips, "I think I've bruised you a bit," he said sheepishly.
She reached her hand up to cover her mouth, hiding a soft gasp when the waiter came over. A hand tucked her tousled hair behind her ear and she moved to get up from where she was, straightening her dress. The poor waiter. She didn't feel bruised, she felt well-kissed. She turned her mouth to kiss the center of his palm.
That was not something had ever done to him, and Neville took in a quick breath at how intimate and arousing that sort of affection was. The waiter had returned, and Neville had to move his hand away from her, opening his bill fold to find the right paper money with which to pay. He thought he had the right amount; it would leave a sufficient tip, and he put it into the waiter's hand, satisfied by the surprised look he got in return. Neville turned from the man, holding out a hand to help Hannah up, and he was once again pleasantly surprised at how incredible she looked. "Let's get out of here," he said, her hand securely in his as they made their way to the cloak girl. He took his under his arm, and opened the door for her, out into the dark night. They hadn't been there for very long, and once at the top of the steps, Neville looked about as he tried to decide where they should go next, "I hate to just take you home so soon," he said, the cool air reviving him some from his snogging delirium, "I promised you a night out, even if I'd much rather a night in," he added.