Post by Juliet Delia on Sept 26, 2013 21:39:27 GMT -5
she was faster than the wind
{ passionate as sin }Her smirk slowly turned up into a wicked grin as Ashton managed to choke on his drink, finally coming up for air and a word when he had the chance. “Well I have heard what they said about the quiet ones.” She chuckled darkly, shrugging her shoulders as she batted her lashes. "And you know, the funny part is that they are usually right about it." That was certainly a statement that she thought quite tantalizing. If he wasn't interested before, she'd be willing to bet that he was now. As she continued to speak, her eyes never left his face, watching his smirk turn into something that was so mischevious and delicious that she could hardly stand to look at it. Especially when those so-very-unexpected dimples showed up on either side of his lips...
Well that was the reaction she had hoped for, but had never really thought that she was going to get from him. Nice to know that she could surprise him, she supposed. Her tongue ran across her bottom lip as she smiled, saying absolutely nothing in the meantime. “Certainly the quiet ones...” Juliet chuckled low in her throat, tipping her glass in his direction before drinking again. "Oh, indeed," she breathed. And as much as she was being flirtatious and enjoying herself with Ashton, she was unprepared for the storm of goosebumps that burst over her skin as his knuckle ran down her arm ever so slowly. If she wanted to purr now, she couldn't even imagine what would happen if they ended up in the same place at the end of the night. Her eyes snapped up to meet his as he cleared his throat, eyebrows slightly raised. “Wanna get out of here?” Music to her ears. This night was going to end even better than she'd hoped in the first place. "Lead the way, Mister Wentworth," she breathed, stepping down onto the floor from the barstool. She reached into her purse and slid a few coins across the countertop to cover her tab and then some. The bartender had been lovely, after all.
The air was cool, but not uncomfortably so as they stepped outside into the night. That could likely be attributed to the fact that it was rather mild, but it also likely had something to do with the fact that she had consumed a substantial amount of alcohol at this point. Nothing like a scotch jacket to keep you warm. Or an attractive male, for that matter. She leaned up against a wall, smiling as she had been doing, uncontrollably, for the majority of her night so far. Juliet's eyes followed Ashton as he settled in for a smoke, looking him over more times than your average encounter. He was gorgeous.
When his hand dropped from his face, she sauntered over slowly, hips swaying from side to side. "So," she breathed, a hand coming to rest on his chest before she looked up at him square in the face. "What do you have in mind for the rest of our evening, hmm?" Of course, she already knew what was likely on his mind, for it was the same thing on hers. But there was always something so unbearably delightful about hearing the words from their mouth...
forgetting her is like trying to know
{ somebody that you've never met }