[Oh, Christ, and though her expression doesn't change a bit, there's something in her melting. Oh, Christ, and it takes everything in her not to demand he drag her outside here and now, because she knows for a fact she wants to end the night with him in her bed.
Metaphorically. Against a wall or in the alley; bending her over the table or letting her drop to her knees . . . she's half a hundred different scenarios flitting through her mind, and her eyes dart over his expression as she thinks of them.
But this kind of game isn't fun if someone gives in so quickly. Rosalind squirms, ostensibly to shift her weight but mostly to tease.]
We'll see about that.
[A deliberate pause, and then:]
Will you buy me a drink?
[No please. That's for later. But it's at least a request.]
no subject
Metaphorically. Against a wall or in the alley; bending her over the table or letting her drop to her knees . . . she's half a hundred different scenarios flitting through her mind, and her eyes dart over his expression as she thinks of them.
But this kind of game isn't fun if someone gives in so quickly. Rosalind squirms, ostensibly to shift her weight but mostly to tease.]
We'll see about that.
[A deliberate pause, and then:]
Will you buy me a drink?
[No please. That's for later. But it's at least a request.]