[ her hand is dangerously close, and tomassen is about to ask her where exactly this place might be when she ends the suspense. one light kiss, then another, and tomassen melts into it with a noise of approval, his hand slightly to the back of her head as he returns her kiss.
this was, probably, stupid. being from ketterdam, he knows better than to go to an isolated dark corner with a woman he's only just met. he's liable to be robbed, or worse. but this woman felt... different, for some reason. this sparkling little gem in an otherwise very dour year. ]
You said you knew a place.
[ it's a murmur as he pulls away long enough to press a kiss to her cheek, then her jaw, before dipping down to kiss her neck. his touch is gentle, and not assuming -- even though he's fairly entangled with her in the booth, sofia has more than enough leeway to leave, if she wanted to do so. ]
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this was, probably, stupid. being from ketterdam, he knows better than to go to an isolated dark corner with a woman he's only just met. he's liable to be robbed, or worse. but this woman felt... different, for some reason. this sparkling little gem in an otherwise very dour year. ]
You said you knew a place.
[ it's a murmur as he pulls away long enough to press a kiss to her cheek, then her jaw, before dipping down to kiss her neck. his touch is gentle, and not assuming -- even though he's fairly entangled with her in the booth, sofia has more than enough leeway to leave, if she wanted to do so. ]
Tell me.
[ a quiet request from her neck. ]