The last hurrah? Nah! I'd do it again!

[playsforkeeps]

Who; playsforkeeps and neurotoxins
What; Just dinner. Remy promised to be a gentleman.
Where; Starting at Ivy's place then heading to a surprisingly nice restaurant in the Market
When; Thursday, Evening
Rating; PG - PG-13 (depending on things discussed)
Status; Ongoing;Closed

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[neurotoxins]

Just dinner. She kept repeating those words in her mind as she dressed for the evening. That's all this was, it was simply dinner. Ivy knew she couldn't let it go any further than that, even if ever instinct in her being was screaming for her to let it go as far as they possibly could. His taste still lingered on her lips, there was something different about it, something she couldn't forget. A strange surge of energy had gone through her when she'd bitten into him and the small taste she'd gotten of his aura had sent fire dancing throughout her body. A part of her wanted nothing more than to find out what it would feel like to really take him.

No. She shook her head. Those thoughts had to stop there. This was dinner, that was all. She kept repeating that over and over again as she tied the straps of her knee high leather boots. She adjusted the zipper on her dress one last time as she walked towards the door to open it up. She smiled at him as she gave him a quick look over.

"You clean up well."

[playsforkeeps]

He allowed his eyes to wander over her sleek form, a slow smile crossing his lips. "Merci, Ivy. I'd say de same, but I ain't seen you look nothing but tres belle." And his roamed over her again. "Tonight ain't no exception, neither."

[neurotoxins]

She could feel his eyes wandering over her and she couldn't say that she disliked the sensation it caused. "I appreciate the compliments."

[playsforkeeps]

He smirked, eyes shining. "Just de truth, chere. Now, we got a timeline. You ready t' move?"