date night (for adrian)

[fckingperfect]

So, it is now five to seven, and Natalie is waiting by the door for Adrian, dressed in a pretty blue dress that comes to her knees. She's spent some time getting ready, and is both nervous and excited--she's never been on a date before, so.

She'll be waiting patiently, fiddling with her necklace a little, nervously.

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[iwalkindreams]

There he is, suddenly poking his head from where he was sitting and waiting for her on the porch (assuming the Mansion has a porch).

He stands up, climbs the two or three stairs, and plants himself in front of her. He's wearing his telltale sunglasses (a stray sun ray might do great damage to his eyes), and his hair is styled to look messy, as always. Over his well-worn jeans (he didn't change, knowing they'd get to sit on the grass and all) he wears a pin-stripped white shirt.

He left a basket back on the stairs. They can take it when they're set for going.

"Hullo, pretty."

He takes a minute to admire her.

"Spin around for me, please?"

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She blushes, but spins around slowly for him, grinning all the while.

"Hello," she says, after she's done. "Are you ready?"

[iwalkindreams]

Adrian pushes the sunglasses up on his head -- it's worth the risk if she can see the gentle pleasure in his eyes.

"You're --." He stops. He's not sure how she is. He never uses the word 'beautiful', that's something you say about statues. 'Pretty' doesn't fit either. "You're just like a spring breeze."

(Yes. That's Adrian getting all poetic. It happens.)

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She laughs a little. "How poetic of you," she says, a gentle smile on her face.

She's a little nervous, but it's the good kind, the excited feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when something good is about to happen. She reaches for his hand, slowly.

[iwalkindreams]

His voice is caught in his throat, so he doesn't say anything else.

He shifts so that he can lay more comfortably, propping on one knee and catching one of Natalie's feet under his. He can feel her pulse racing as if it were his own; though his own pulse is racing, too.

His hand touches her leg, bare under her dress, and travels up her thigh. His other hand's fingers deftly pull down a sleeve from her shoulder.

"Touch me?" he asks, quietly.

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His touch is electrifying, and she can feel herself sort of melting into his hands.

"...How?" she asks back. "I've--I've never gone this far..." She strokes his face, though, gently.

[iwalkindreams]

Leaning on an elbow, he rolls over swiftly, but smoothly, so that Natalie lands on top of him, typist willing.

"Like this." He takes her hand and places it on his bare chest. "Do whatever you feel like doing. As long as you like it."

His voice is husky; his pulse is maddening.

[fckingperfect]

She blushes fiercely. She takes her hands and is just--caressing him, really, all over. "You..." she whispers, overcome with--lust? She's not sure.