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Thursday things changed between them.
Around the Kaleido Stage, there was this tension in the air when they came across each other. It was electric, unbearable, and oh so pleasurably agonizing.
The first time, she waited in anticipation as he came close enough for her to feel his body heat; she waited for him to whisper something in her ear or herd her over by the wall, but he did neither.
He simply twirled a lock of her hair and then continued on his way.
After one of the Kids' Stage performances, he approached her again, using only his forefinger to touch her.
"Not bad," he murmured.
She shivered as his finger ran along her cheek. "I think, by the way you keep coming, that it's more than good."
"No," he lowly said with his eyes lidded, "it has the potential to exceed my expectations."
His finger barely touched her lips. Her eyes darkened in emotion.
"That's pretty confident for only a spectator."
He leaned over her, letting his words tease her face. "Not for long," he promised.
She leaned up to kiss him, but then stopped with the barest touch of lips.
"We'll just have to see."
She turned around, letting him watch her walk away.
I should have talked to her sooner he mused as she stole a glance back at him and then looked forward again. Her look shot a thrill down his spine.
He couldn't wait for their next encounter.
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Long after the last Dracula show, they were at the pizzeria.
His hand grazed her leg and she lightly smacked his shoulder with her notepad.
"Do that again and I'll kick you out for harassment."
He took in the pink along her cheeks and withdrew his hand. "I highly doubt that hitting a customer is allowed in your handbook."
"Most anything's allowed for defense."
He had no response to that and simply took a drink from his glass.
"Were you going to eat something or did you come just to pester me?"
"Both," he admitted.
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He stayed around after closing time with Sora straddling him.
Her friend Karen shooed Sora out of the kitchen and shooed the other servers out the back.
Her arms loosely wrapped around his neck as her head lazily tilted to the side as his love bites traveled down.
"I should be cleaning." She let out a breathy sound as he sucked her now exposed shoulder.
"I'll leave a generous tip."
Her eyes widened in shock. No longer in a languid, sultry mood she sharply pulled his hair at the suggestion. "Don't you ever use that sentence in this context again."
He gave a throaty laugh. "That was not my intention, I assure you."
"Doesn't matter if that wasn't what you meant," her face burned in agitation and embarrassment, "that's what it sounded like!"
"I won't say it again," he murmured as his hands soothingly ran along her sides, "I apologize for the uncomfortable statement."
She settled down, bringing her face over to his and placing quick kisses on his lips.
"Sorry," she mumbled, getting caught up in the feeling of kissing him, "it just sounded offensive."
He murmured something back, but the feeling of her lips and soft body took precedence over his words. They kissed a few more times and then she pulled away to speak.
"We should go; Karen needs to lock up the front door."
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When he parked the car, this time she unbuckled her seat belt and leaned forward to touch his hand on the steering wheel.
"Could we have another date?"
When he stayed quiet for a few seconds too long, she took it as reluctance.
"I understand if you're not comfortable with it, but I just thought I'd ask." She gave a weak laugh and then withdrew her hand from his.
His hand came forward and lightly grabbed her arm before she opened the car door.
"When would you like it?"
Her lips formed a smile. "This weekend, if possible. I know that our performing schedules are tight around this time but," she gave a shrug, "I don't mind a late dinner."
"After Friday's last show?"
She grinned. "That works for me."
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