L is for the way you look at Me~
WHO: Dewi and Veronika
WHEN: Valentine's Day
WHERE: Veronika's bedroom house
WHAT: O is for the only one I've slept with see; V is very, very dominating extraordinary, E is even more than anyone that you adore.
"Ouch!"
The Welshman shook his hand frantically as if just being bitten. His fingertip stung, having been burned in the bubbling mass of melted Toblerone. The finger slipped between his lips to the knuckle, tongue cradling it before he could manage to finish his sentence. "I think the fondue is ready and -- as I was saying. And then at the end of the play Macbeth, Lady Macbeth ends up drowning herself after frantically scrubbing non-existent blood from her hands. It's fascinating because of how her and her husband's dynamics changed as the play progressed - oh, do you need help cutting the stems off of the strawberr--" before he could finish his sentence, she had placed one on his tongue, and as he chewed, all pain on his finger was lost.
Veronika had a lovely house, more lovely than the nice restaurant Dewi had to bribe the waitress to let them in to. The change of atmosphere from their usual cafe to the extravagant Italian restaurant. The Welshman had managed to make a fool of himself by dropping a marinara-bathed meatball down his shirt. After making a fuss of it and dabbing it with napkins - and he still had a red stain down the front of his shirt.
Dewi sneaked another square of pound cake into his mouth, his eyes trailing inconspicuously down past her waistline as she worked at the fresh strawberries. "Are you sure you don't need help with that?"
WHEN: Valentine's Day
WHERE: Veronika's bedroom house
WHAT: O is for the only one I've slept with see; V is very, very dominating extraordinary, E is even more than anyone that you adore.
"Ouch!"
The Welshman shook his hand frantically as if just being bitten. His fingertip stung, having been burned in the bubbling mass of melted Toblerone. The finger slipped between his lips to the knuckle, tongue cradling it before he could manage to finish his sentence. "I think the fondue is ready and -- as I was saying. And then at the end of the play Macbeth, Lady Macbeth ends up drowning herself after frantically scrubbing non-existent blood from her hands. It's fascinating because of how her and her husband's dynamics changed as the play progressed - oh, do you need help cutting the stems off of the strawberr--" before he could finish his sentence, she had placed one on his tongue, and as he chewed, all pain on his finger was lost.
Veronika had a lovely house, more lovely than the nice restaurant Dewi had to bribe the waitress to let them in to. The change of atmosphere from their usual cafe to the extravagant Italian restaurant. The Welshman had managed to make a fool of himself by dropping a marinara-bathed meatball down his shirt. After making a fuss of it and dabbing it with napkins - and he still had a red stain down the front of his shirt.
Dewi sneaked another square of pound cake into his mouth, his eyes trailing inconspicuously down past her waistline as she worked at the fresh strawberries. "Are you sure you don't need help with that?"