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With a sigh, he disconnected from her mouth.
"Not that I didn't enjoy this," he rumbled with some amusement, "but was there something you needed to see me about?"
The lingering desire made her light headed. "Yeah…" she slowly said as she recalled what it was. "I wanted to know when you wanted to meet up." With a half grin, she added, "I gave you my number, but I forgot to get yours."
"Do you have paper?"
"Erm, no," she said when he picked up the pen behind her on the table, "but you can just call me and then I'd—"
She eeped as he pulled up her costume to reveal her stomach. "What are you—hee! Heh heh heeh!" She twitched as the pen tickled her as he wrote his number on her belly.
"It's upside down for you to see," he said as his fingers touched her side and then covered her stomach.
"Now who's the juvenile one?"
He gave her a half smirk. "Clever," he corrected, "mine's hidden so only you will see it."
Her fingers played with one of his earrings. "I could probably make a lot of money selling your number."
"You wouldn't dare," he rumbled out. He nipped her lips and then gave them a slow brush of his own lips. "I'd be most displeased."
She lightly laughed. "We could split the earnings."
His lips went along her cheek and over to her ear. "Shouldn't I get all of the earnings seeing as it is my number?"
"Nope! I need a consultation fee since it was my idea."
He was tempted to roll his eyes at the direction the conversation was heading. "Do you have your change of clothes in your dressing room?"
"Yeah, I thought it would be better than needing to go back to my dorm."
"Go get dressed then. I'll come by in forty."
"Fifty," she playfully said.
He shook his head at her teasing. "Forty five and not a second more."
"Done!" she crowed. She pecked his cheek and then hopped off of the table.
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At the designated time, Leon strode over in a white dress shirt with his black coat left open. Having showered in the locker room before dressing, his long hair looked a few tones darker than usual.
He passed by a few performers leaving the dressing room area.
Taking a look at his wrist watch, he slowed down in order to give her more time.
By the time he got to the door, he had given her three extra minutes before knocking. He heard her squeak inside and then some rummaging. He casually placed a hand in his pocket as he waited.
The door opened and she stood in a rich violet short dress that, again, like the black dress, clung to her curves but the rippling effect along the sides spread across the dress to create thin waves along her body. Because of the later time for the date, she had long sleeves that sort of poofed at the wrists.
Her shoulder bag with her stuff from earlier was in one hand and her beige coat draped off of her forearm, the color matching her heels.
He saw the lighter make-up around the eyes and the light lipstick. While the smoky effect of her last eye make-up had been sultry, he felt like what she had on was more in line with her personality.
"I like the color," he murmured as he touched her shoulder.
She smiled and then shivered when his fingers trailed up her neck and then along the curve of her ear.
"So do I."
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It was a little past eight o'clock when they arrived at the restaurant.
Leon had offered his arm instead of resting his hand along her back. The sour turn of events from their last date was still in his mind and he was determined to not let that happen again. So far, nothing mimicked the disaster from three weeks ago.
While he wasn't quite certain what exactly had set her off from the last date, he knew it revolved around May which probably led Sora to believe that he did not have an actual interest in her.
When the waiter went ahead to pull out a chair, Sora slipped her arm from Leon's and sat down.
Leon shrugged his coat off and after draping it over the back of his chair, he smoothly took a seat. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness when she had her menu open, but the curious expression on her face as she read the food items had him calming back down.
She looked up at him to ask what he was getting when she noticed that he was looking at her.
She blinked as she noticed that his body relaxed with her eyes on him. Is he tense because of last time? She wouldn't blame him; she must have blindsided him with her actions and words when he had been expecting a romantic evening.
She inwardly sighed at the mess she made.
And all over a misunderstanding. She didn't know what Lauren and Michelle saw, but Leon didn't act like his meal with May had been particularly romantic. Maybe I'll find out later, but for now…
Her hand reached over to grasp his.
He looked at the slender fingers touching him.
She bit her bottom lip. They had both said some very unflattering things to one another. She was tempted to ask him if he still stood by what he said about her and her friends, but she was a little afraid to know his answer.
He was not one for shying away from saying his thoughts.
The waiter came; she pulled her hand away from his in order to hold her menu. She pushed her thoughts aside for the moment.
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Leon took a sip of his wine—a white wine for the sake of not having any déjà vu moments occur—as he looked over at his date.
Her fingers traced the lettering of her closed menu as her eyes watched the motion. He couldn't help but recall the soft touch those fingers had at times and then the tight grip of his hair when she got lost in their kisses or love bites.
She was sweet and passionate; full of spirit and fiery impulses.
In that moment, he wondered what sort of lover she would be.
"Leon," she started in a quiet voice. His eyes refocused upon hearing her call his name. "I just—the things I said to you last time and walking out on you—" she looked up at him, even though the action allowed him to see the shame in her eyes, "I shouldn't have done that. It was harsh…I…was harsh…"
Her head gave a little bow. "I'm sorry, though I know my words may not amount to much."
He was silently looking at her, taking in the lowered eyes that were partially hidden behind her bangs. Some of her hair fell along her shoulder with her bow of the head.
"We both said unsavory statements," he quietly replied.
Her head came up from her bow and her eyes were filling with relief, burning off the residual shame that had stained her pretty eyes. She smiled at him, accepting the apology he had given within his reply.
He found her even more attractive in that moment.
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AN: Alternate phone number writing inspired by Royal blueKitsune's comment a while back. :P