[ What's going on? Good question. He's not sure he can summon the right answer. He shifts to face her, leaving his hands relaxed at his sides, and tilts his head, keeping his eyes fixed calmly on hers. He wonders if she can understand that his open stance signals reassurance. Except his eyes, which, even in the gloaming, hold an air of aggression. ]
[ Something about this entire place is making his skin prickle; it's not excitement or even arousal, but it's close. Deja vu, maybe. At least it's not a set-up for an assassination; his bodily reactions are genuine -- if not confusing. Not honest, not yet, but a step towards it. ]
[ When he moves, it's fast; not combat-speed, but telegraphing it enough so that it's not a full shock. All at once he's up close to her, wedging her against the rear wall, hands on her arms as he darts in for a kiss, transitioning from almost-apologetic to hungry to filthy. When he breaks away it's with a tug of her lower-lip between his teeth; he breathes into her mouth, ] Maybe a hotel room was a better idea. [ Not that it's stopping him, much less slowing him down. ]
⊕ Friday!
[ Something about this entire place is making his skin prickle; it's not excitement or even arousal, but it's close. Deja vu, maybe. At least it's not a set-up for an assassination; his bodily reactions are genuine -- if not confusing. Not honest, not yet, but a step towards it. ]
[ When he moves, it's fast; not combat-speed, but telegraphing it enough so that it's not a full shock. All at once he's up close to her, wedging her against the rear wall, hands on her arms as he darts in for a kiss, transitioning from almost-apologetic to hungry to filthy. When he breaks away it's with a tug of her lower-lip between his teeth; he breathes into her mouth, ] Maybe a hotel room was a better idea. [ Not that it's stopping him, much less slowing him down. ]