He remained silent when he felt her hand touch his powerful arm, the brief contact so immediately electric that when she removed it he felt like she had left an empty void in its place. He just nodded in vacant recognition when she told him to call her Elly, just before she began her story.
He stared intently at her as she opened up to him, hanging on every word as she told him all the intimate details of her history and her powers’ origin. His eyebrows knit unconsciously as she recounted her near-rape - he had a particular hatred for sex crimes. He began to feel his increasingly-less-than-pure intentions towards her were inappropriate, until he realized that she at least seemed to be surprisingly okay with it what had happened. He found that strength of will particularly attractive.
“Magpie,” he said, sitting back a bit and taking a slow sip of wine. He smiled, tried to lighten the mood a bit, but hoped he wasn’t saying the wrong thing. “Yeah, I’ve heard of him. But with a name like that, I just assumed he wouldn’t be interested in women.”
However, against his better judgment - and completely at odds with his concerns about the trauma of her experience - his attention began to drift after she’d mentioned the A on her costume. His eyes traveled over her full, glistening lips; her slender, graceful neck; the smooth, creamy expanse of flesh she’d indicated where she’d mentioned the relic. He marveled at the way her sweater masked the shape of her breasts and somehow simultaneously accentuated their size, and the way just the slightest hint of cleavage showing above the neckline only emphasized what was hidden. His eyes then ran the length of her long, supple legs, almost as if he was trying to memorize the contours that were hugged by those tight jeans.
It felt like his eyes had journeyed for miles, but it was actually just a few moments before he came back to his senses. He could feel himself starting to ‘react’ to her almost irresistibly tempting presence, very subtly adjusting himself in his seat to obscure the beginnings of his arousal and taking a long gulp of wine to calm himself and let it subside. He returned his attention to her, but still couldn’t escape that angelic face, those inviting lips, and those beautiful eyes.
“Well… I guess Apex is a good name. But I kinda like Bombshell,” he smirked. “It suits you.”
He winked, then took another gulp of wine. He silently hoped the food would arrive soon to help ease the tension a bit. He also wasn’t sure how long his willpower could last and, if he did give in to his desire, he didn’t want the doorbell interrupting.
He stared intently at her as she opened up to him, hanging on every word as she told him all the intimate details of her history and her powers’ origin. His eyebrows knit unconsciously as she recounted her near-rape - he had a particular hatred for sex crimes. He began to feel his increasingly-less-than-pure intentions towards her were inappropriate, until he realized that she at least seemed to be surprisingly okay with it what had happened. He found that strength of will particularly attractive.
“Magpie,” he said, sitting back a bit and taking a slow sip of wine. He smiled, tried to lighten the mood a bit, but hoped he wasn’t saying the wrong thing. “Yeah, I’ve heard of him. But with a name like that, I just assumed he wouldn’t be interested in women.”
However, against his better judgment - and completely at odds with his concerns about the trauma of her experience - his attention began to drift after she’d mentioned the A on her costume. His eyes traveled over her full, glistening lips; her slender, graceful neck; the smooth, creamy expanse of flesh she’d indicated where she’d mentioned the relic. He marveled at the way her sweater masked the shape of her breasts and somehow simultaneously accentuated their size, and the way just the slightest hint of cleavage showing above the neckline only emphasized what was hidden. His eyes then ran the length of her long, supple legs, almost as if he was trying to memorize the contours that were hugged by those tight jeans.
It felt like his eyes had journeyed for miles, but it was actually just a few moments before he came back to his senses. He could feel himself starting to ‘react’ to her almost irresistibly tempting presence, very subtly adjusting himself in his seat to obscure the beginnings of his arousal and taking a long gulp of wine to calm himself and let it subside. He returned his attention to her, but still couldn’t escape that angelic face, those inviting lips, and those beautiful eyes.
“Well… I guess Apex is a good name. But I kinda like Bombshell,” he smirked. “It suits you.”
He winked, then took another gulp of wine. He silently hoped the food would arrive soon to help ease the tension a bit. He also wasn’t sure how long his willpower could last and, if he did give in to his desire, he didn’t want the doorbell interrupting.