[ yes. also not me forgetting already that he'd asked for it specifically like five tags ago. closes my eyes.
but he will lean over to take a sip of the milk tea at the next red light, just because she's offering and he's never tried it before. also i wanted the indirect kiss.
( listen. chalk it up to a long day. which is what she's here to help with!
and aw he took her indirect kiss. she's absolutely going to be insufferable about that later. for now, she'll take it back with a chuckle for another sip of her own. keeps her hands on her side, at least. )
More for me, then.
( too bad it's what he'll taste later when he kisses her properly, unless she has something else in between. )
You could do with a little more sweetness, you know.
( he did, but she means more in the metaphorical sense? the man has no idea how to treat himself. )
You seem to know a whole lot about what I want these days.
( she's being sooooo well behaved.
until he parks, anyway. no sense pressing buttons when it might land her in some real hot water. the moment he shifts gears to park, out she reaches for his wrist to tug at him some. she's not saying what she wants, but she looks expectant nevertheless.
for a kiss, obviously, but we'll see if that lands. )
[ well... that's not entirely a lie — it's not as if she's shy about making what she wants known to him. usually it's some form of affection, of intimacy; both things that typically aren't associated with him at all, yet she has a knack for coaxing them out of him anyway.
he brings his wrist up with her hand still holding on, pressing a brief kiss to the back of her knuckles before pulling his wrist free. that's all she's getting okay, he's not keen on getting handsy in the parking lot when his apartment is right above them. ]
( well, he's not wrong. but she's going to seize him by the tie anyway to pull him back over for a proper kiss. chaste, of course. she's not looking to start anything yet. but she'll release him after with a pat to the shoulder, opening up the door to let herself out and start gathering her bags.
he should be used to it by now, and she's humming down the garage to make her way up. )
I'm breaking your phone if you take a call around me, by the way.
[ there's no change to his expression when she releases him aside from something close to exasperation in his eyes. maybe a little bit of something close to fondness. just a little bit, there and gone again.
he takes the remainder of the bags and then relieves her of the ones she grabbed on their way up from the lobby, hooking them over his arm. he lives on the top floor, because of course he does, and holds the door open for her to enter first when they arrive. ]
When have I ever taken a call around you?
[ listen.... he may be stupid when it comes to relationships and feelings but he's not that rude, ok. ]
( she's used to the exasperation, at least. it's him. that kind of goes hand in hand. it'd be odd if he wasn't at least a little annoyed.
but she lets him take the bags, rocking on her heels as they wait in the elevator and skipping on in when they finally arrive. first things first, she's picking through the bags he's currently holding to grab the one that has food in it so she can start laying it all out. )
You barely leave the desk, how am I supposed to know you wouldn't drop me for a work call?
( which is fine, she gets it for the most part. work is work. but tonight? )
Well, eat first!
( and with a flourish of both hands she presents.... pho and all its accoutrements! )
[ because they don't pay him enough for that, which is rich coming from him, given the aesthetics of his apartment. he's old money rich, or something. anyway, she takes the food and he sets the bags with her clothes next to the couch before pulling off his tie and shedding his jacket. he looks... well, tired, as he usually does, but most of the tension is gone from his frame and when he steps up next to her to peek at dinner— ]
No, but you can get changed, [ he says, while taking a seat so he can go about preparing his pho. ] Or sit in my lap if you'd like.
[ is he joking or is he being serious... who knows. ]
( well, he knows damn well that's invitation enough for her, so she'll be taking him up on that regardless of his attempts to get his food ready.
she's at least careful about it, nudging his arm out of her way so she can better sidle on up on his lap like it's where she's meant to be sat anyway. she at least has the propriety not to straddle him (yet), sitting sideways on her throne to better reach up with an arm for his collar to pull him down towards her. all the better to steal away another kiss before it's too occupied with food.
the audacity, as always, is strong as ever with this one. )
I'll change after.
( and that's her declaration before she leans against his chest to nuzzle on in and fiddle with a button on his shirt. )
You sure I can't just visit you at work more often? I missed you.
[ once aerith settles in his lap, he curls an arm around her back to support her, his palm cupping the flare of her hip. with how readily he does so, it likely suggests that he may have actually been serious about the invitation despite his silence, portioning out the rice noodles to save some for later. he knows himself, after all—he's not going to be able to sit through a whole meal with her this close, stealing kisses and fiddling with his buttons. such a demanding thing. too bad he's a little charmed by it. ]
No. [ ma'am, how is he supposed to get any work done. ] You see me at dinner.
( an answer she expects, but she pouts about it anyway. )
Why not?
( oh, she knows why. she just wants to hear it, that's all. either way, as much as she's toying with the buttons, she's not going to actually undo any of them or stop him from getting to his food since she did insist that he have some first.
it does not, however, stop her from letting her voice dip to a little whine. )
Please?
( see! she's so well behaved. how could he not trust her in his office. )
It's not like they're not going to meet me at the party anyway.
[ he takes his time answering, mainly because he's actually like, trying to eat, but also because this is his own way of teasing. she can whine all she wants, but he's just as stubborn.
besides, ]
I don't want to share.
[ her. her attention. both. yes, they will all meet her at the party, but for now, he has her all to himself. ]
( it's a satisfying answer, but is it enough to make up for the fact that she can't go see him during the day? )
Then wouldn't it make more sense to keep me close?
( she's playing so nice by letting this poor man eat.
.. but it doesn't mean she won't draw idle little figures over the still-clothed firm of his chest. she has to keep herself occupied somehow if she's trying to keep her hands from wandering.
though a thought does occur to her, now that he says that. )
Are you sure you'll be alright for the party, then? You are going to have me as eyecandy on your arm, and people are bound to be curious about someone you bring.
[ no, because then he has to deal with people looking, trying to peek in his office, being nosy, and—he does not have the patience for any of that. ]
I won't let you out of my sight. [ so yes, he will be keeping her close, if he has anything to say about it. ] It's why I said the green one is for me.
[ aerith always turns heads wherever she goes, but he's sure she won't just be turning heads in that green dress of hers. and, well, that's his.
he puts his chopsticks down when he finishes and then grips her about the waist to lift her carefully off him without so much as a by her leave, setting her on her feet so that he can clean up. ]
( he's truly so lucky she has the patience of a saint for all her whining, letting him get up without further fuss so he can go about his business for now. cleaning up is a good idea anyway, better than letting it sit there when she finally gets her hands on him properly.
it frees her up to snag the bag he'd set down earlier, wandering off to his room and closing the door behind her with a soft click to announce exactly what she's up to. something to think about.
not that it takes her too long before she re-emerges. just a touch up of makeup and changed out to the verdant dress and heels, hair twisted up to a somewhat messy bun to keep it off of her neck, all paired with a devilishly mischievous grin when she finally presents herself. )
So, ( starting with that always ends well for him, doesn't it. ) Gonna ask me to a dance first?
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but he will lean over to take a sip of the milk tea at the next red light, just because she's offering and he's never tried it before. also i wanted the indirect kiss.
he makes a bit of a face. ]
... It's sweet.
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and aw he took her indirect kiss. she's absolutely going to be insufferable about that later. for now, she'll take it back with a chuckle for another sip of her own. keeps her hands on her side, at least. )
More for me, then.
( too bad it's what he'll taste later when he kisses her properly, unless she has something else in between. )
You could do with a little more sweetness, you know.
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anyway, all she gets is a noncommittal hum as he turns onto his street, pulling up to the fancy looking building at the end. ]
I could. [ ma'am did he not foot the bill for your new outfits? ] But that isn't what you want, is it.
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You seem to know a whole lot about what I want these days.
( she's being sooooo well behaved.
until he parks, anyway. no sense pressing buttons when it might land her in some real hot water. the moment he shifts gears to park, out she reaches for his wrist to tug at him some. she's not saying what she wants, but she looks expectant nevertheless.
for a kiss, obviously, but we'll see if that lands. )
So, read my mind now!
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[ well... that's not entirely a lie — it's not as if she's shy about making what she wants known to him. usually it's some form of affection, of intimacy; both things that typically aren't associated with him at all, yet she has a knack for coaxing them out of him anyway.
he brings his wrist up with her hand still holding on, pressing a brief kiss to the back of her knuckles before pulling his wrist free. that's all she's getting okay, he's not keen on getting handsy in the parking lot when his apartment is right above them. ]
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( well, he's not wrong. but she's going to seize him by the tie anyway to pull him back over for a proper kiss. chaste, of course. she's not looking to start anything yet. but she'll release him after with a pat to the shoulder, opening up the door to let herself out and start gathering her bags.
he should be used to it by now, and she's humming down the garage to make her way up. )
I'm breaking your phone if you take a call around me, by the way.
( fair warning. )
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he takes the remainder of the bags and then relieves her of the ones she grabbed on their way up from the lobby, hooking them over his arm. he lives on the top floor, because of course he does, and holds the door open for her to enter first when they arrive. ]
When have I ever taken a call around you?
[ listen.... he may be stupid when it comes to relationships and feelings but he's not that rude, ok. ]
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but she lets him take the bags, rocking on her heels as they wait in the elevator and skipping on in when they finally arrive. first things first, she's picking through the bags he's currently holding to grab the one that has food in it so she can start laying it all out. )
You barely leave the desk, how am I supposed to know you wouldn't drop me for a work call?
( which is fine, she gets it for the most part. work is work. but tonight? )
Well, eat first!
( and with a flourish of both hands she presents.... pho and all its accoutrements! )
Or... do you want me to feed you?
( :)? )
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[ because they don't pay him enough for that, which is rich coming from him, given the aesthetics of his apartment. he's old money rich, or something. anyway, she takes the food and he sets the bags with her clothes next to the couch before pulling off his tie and shedding his jacket. he looks... well, tired, as he usually does, but most of the tension is gone from his frame and when he steps up next to her to peek at dinner— ]
No, but you can get changed, [ he says, while taking a seat so he can go about preparing his pho. ] Or sit in my lap if you'd like.
[ is he joking or is he being serious... who knows. ]
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she's at least careful about it, nudging his arm out of her way so she can better sidle on up on his lap like it's where she's meant to be sat anyway. she at least has the propriety not to straddle him (yet), sitting sideways on her throne to better reach up with an arm for his collar to pull him down towards her. all the better to steal away another kiss before it's too occupied with food.
the audacity, as always, is strong as ever with this one. )
I'll change after.
( and that's her declaration before she leans against his chest to nuzzle on in and fiddle with a button on his shirt. )
You sure I can't just visit you at work more often? I missed you.
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No. [ ma'am, how is he supposed to get any work done. ] You see me at dinner.
[ is that not enough. ]
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Why not?
( oh, she knows why. she just wants to hear it, that's all. either way, as much as she's toying with the buttons, she's not going to actually undo any of them or stop him from getting to his food since she did insist that he have some first.
it does not, however, stop her from letting her voice dip to a little whine. )
Please?
( see! she's so well behaved. how could he not trust her in his office. )
It's not like they're not going to meet me at the party anyway.
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besides, ]
I don't want to share.
[ her. her attention. both. yes, they will all meet her at the party, but for now, he has her all to himself. ]
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Then wouldn't it make more sense to keep me close?
( she's playing so nice by letting this poor man eat.
.. but it doesn't mean she won't draw idle little figures over the still-clothed firm of his chest. she has to keep herself occupied somehow if she's trying to keep her hands from wandering.
though a thought does occur to her, now that he says that. )
Are you sure you'll be alright for the party, then? You are going to have me as eyecandy on your arm, and people are bound to be curious about someone you bring.
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I won't let you out of my sight. [ so yes, he will be keeping her close, if he has anything to say about it. ] It's why I said the green one is for me.
[ aerith always turns heads wherever she goes, but he's sure she won't just be turning heads in that green dress of hers. and, well, that's his.
he puts his chopsticks down when he finishes and then grips her about the waist to lift her carefully off him without so much as a by her leave, setting her on her feet so that he can clean up. ]
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( he's truly so lucky she has the patience of a saint for all her whining, letting him get up without further fuss so he can go about his business for now. cleaning up is a good idea anyway, better than letting it sit there when she finally gets her hands on him properly.
it frees her up to snag the bag he'd set down earlier, wandering off to his room and closing the door behind her with a soft click to announce exactly what she's up to. something to think about.
not that it takes her too long before she re-emerges. just a touch up of makeup and changed out to the verdant dress and heels, hair twisted up to a somewhat messy bun to keep it off of her neck, all paired with a devilishly mischievous grin when she finally presents herself. )
So, ( starting with that always ends well for him, doesn't it. ) Gonna ask me to a dance first?