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After he let her push him against the door for a while, Sora allowed him to move away from it the next time he took a step towards the center of the room.
Now, she was sitting on the low table in front of the mirror as Leon took control of the kiss with the seductive skills of a master. Her toes curled as his hand kept her mouth firmly connected to his. She moaned, the noise muffled by his searing kiss.
He pulled away from her mouth and latched onto her shoulder.
Her head fell against the mirror, not caring if the force would break it.
"Are you free Wednesday?" he murmured as he peppered her skin with wet kisses.
"De-" the word was cut off from her throat as he sucked the sensitive area along her underjaw. She mindlessly mewed until he relented and found another spot to attack.
"Depends," she breathed out. She felt winded as if from a light jog.
"I want to take you to dinner," he said as he kissed his way up to her face, "seven o'clock," he nipped her cheek, "sharp," which was punctuated with a long suck of her bottom lip.
She groaned, a sound filled with pleasure and disappointment.
"I can't do that time," her hand lay on the side of his face, "could it be earlier?"
"Six then."
"Five?" she asked with a hopeful look in her eyes. Her shift was at seven, but she wanted enough time to actually enjoy the dinner with him.
His eyes darted about her face before he gave a nod.
She let out a relieved sigh and leaned against him. "Thank you," she said and then laid a short but soft kiss on his cheek.
He turned his head and caught her lips. They did a few short kisses and then he released her, knowing that she needed to grab something to eat before going over to the Kids' Stage.
"I'll pick you up."
"Ok. Let me give you my number," her hands found a pen on the table, but she couldn't find a piece of paper. "Do you have something to write on?"
"No."
She bit her bottom lip at the dilemma but then smiled when she thought of something. With a grin, she grabbed his hand and wrote her number on his palm.
He rose a brow. "How juvenile."
"Juvenile would be you washing your hands before you could put it in your phone," she quipped. She pecked his lips and then hopped off of the table. "Don't give it out to anyone else."
"Certainly not," his eyes lidded, "only a fool would do such a thing."
With a grin her bottom lip was under her teeth again, though not out of nervousness.
"Then I hope you're not a fool."
She did a playful pivot and was out the door. He watched it all and even made his way to the door to see her walk down the hallway.
He wasn't certain if she knew he was watching, but he noticed that her hips sort of swayed as she stepped. It was a little flirtatious and playful, both characteristics that he was finding out to be a part of her that drew him in fast and with a strong force.
Wednesday will prove to be promising.
He couldn't remember the last time he felt impatient for a date to occur.
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