[ He takes ahold of her hand, smile genuine and sweet, and then kisses the backs of her fingers. Sofia immediately feels pulled in two directions. Her stomach swoops, a bubbly, girlish giddiness setting her heart fluttering. It's a dream, isn't it? To find the person that would sweep her off her feet?
The butterflies barely settled, something hungrier settles into her marrow. She wants to devour him, leave him with souvenirs in the imprint of her teeth, the half-crescent of her nails. That feeling only blooms outwards as he slips his arm around her waist, claiming without being possessive. ]
Alright, Tom, then. [ Sofia gives him a warm smile, mirroring his motion as she sets her water glass down on the bar. Reluctantly, she steps out of the circle of his hold but doesn't let go of his hand as she gently tugs him to follow. ] This way.
[ Sofia navigates the crowded bar with familiar ease, leading him around the corner. Here, the wooden bar shelving blocks out more of the music and the industrial seating transitions into booths. With most people up and dancing, she's able to squeeze them into one of the quietest spots, ears ringing as her hearing adjusts to the volume change.
Easily, she slides in next to him, one long stockinged thigh pressed along his. ]
You said you've been traveling–how long are you here for?
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Date: 2024-08-21 02:22 am (UTC)The butterflies barely settled, something hungrier settles into her marrow. She wants to devour him, leave him with souvenirs in the imprint of her teeth, the half-crescent of her nails. That feeling only blooms outwards as he slips his arm around her waist, claiming without being possessive. ]
Alright, Tom, then. [ Sofia gives him a warm smile, mirroring his motion as she sets her water glass down on the bar. Reluctantly, she steps out of the circle of his hold but doesn't let go of his hand as she gently tugs him to follow. ] This way.
[ Sofia navigates the crowded bar with familiar ease, leading him around the corner. Here, the wooden bar shelving blocks out more of the music and the industrial seating transitions into booths. With most people up and dancing, she's able to squeeze them into one of the quietest spots, ears ringing as her hearing adjusts to the volume change.
Easily, she slides in next to him, one long stockinged thigh pressed along his. ]
You said you've been traveling–how long are you here for?