Characters: Wolf and Sophie
Content: Wolf prepares a surprise romantic dinner for Sophie in hopes of sweeping her off her feet... and maybe a little something else.
Setting: The kitchen of the Winding Way
Time: Evening
Warnings: Deadly cuteness!
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...-but I'm not sure whether I want to love her, or eat her! )
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She'd been about to go to Rikku in her desperation, when, from the corner of hre eye, she'd spotted something in the pile of things to be repaired. It had turned out, upon further inspection, to be a deep midnight blue dress, nearly black, with white flowers embroidered on the bodice. Not quite her usual thing, showing a bit more shoulder than she was used to (oh, how he was corrupting her), but quite servicible but for the small tear along one of the seams. Rikku's, she recalled with a grin. Surely she wouldn't mind...
Now, dress repaired, Sophie peeked into the kitchen. Her hair was half up, the rest tumbling down her back in soft waves, product of her usual braid. "Am I late?" She asked with a smile.
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Letting the breath slowly out Wolf crossed the room and when he reached Sophie he gave a gallant bow, taking her hand and kissing it gently.
"I said dress romantically, not dress-to-kill-the-wolf," he said jokingly, smiling up at her. He continued to kiss up her arm and when he got to her shoulder he was behind her smelling at her hair in one long breath. After letting it out with a little wolf-whimper he peeked over he shoulder at her and took on the most innocent look he could muster. "Well, I suppose we could still have dinner. Do you think you can... hold out that long." He was joking again, of course. He didn't really expect Sophie to be as wound-up as he was.
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Halfway up her arm, she'd closed her eyes, enjoying the kisses. At his whimper, she opened her eyes, looking at him amused and askance. Her teasing reply died on her lips as she caught sight of the set-up before her. "Oh Wolf," she breathed out, clearly impressed. "You went to all this trouble for me?" She smiled at him sheepishly.
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Stepping up to the table Wolf pulled a chair out for Sophie and offered the most dashing smile he could muster.
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