A Night in a Year: 11. Approach

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He raises his eyebrows, and regards the chair by tilting his head back, as if to say ‘oh yes? What do you expect me to do now?’ To that, she just shrugs, nonchalant, and looks away to the bar itself, taking great interest in reading the labels of the liquors and liqueurs. Tia Maria, Midori, Jim Beam, Baileys…

She feels him move towards her before she slowly swivels her eyes to see him, drink in hand, the other hand in his pocket, sauntering, trying to seem like he’s only coming for his own sake. It has nothing to do with the way her dress clings to her, how her legs are crossed, the way the stockings give her already-defined calf more contour and shadow. She contemplates leaning forward, but decides that would be excessive, and not allow for the maintenance of mystery. As soon as she speaks, a crack will form in the glamour she has cast. Remain back, distant, and it will keep for a bit longer.

He stands before her, and indicates to the chair with his drink.

“This taken?”

He knows it isn’t – she’s made that clear. This is a formality, a prolonging of the flirtation before they enter into the next phase. She likes that. It shows a willingness to extend the period of desire, to draw the anticipation. To enjoy the the dance at the precipice, before taking the step over.
She gestures with her hand, and he regards her for a moment, mimicking her casual air, and he finally sits, fingers pressing to the base of his glass just around the stem.

She says, “You looked bored.”

He snorts, and his fingertips brush up the stem. His nail beds are long, deep, and the nails themselves smooth and rounded.

They would feel perfect on her clit.

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Next: 12. Banter

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