Distracted, and a few disapproving, with employees and patrons alike keeping religiously to the tenets of propriety and decorum that set the establishment apart from everywhere else in Ariel. Part of the fun was to peer about and see if you could catch another table in the act - if not of sex, at least something a little less than proper. Even elbows on the table. Zexion's surreptitious rubbing was definitely stare-worthy. Heavy-lidded, Edmund smirked at him.
"Wholesome is a relative term. Some thought Narnia was a wholesome place. The Maenads came as a pretty great shock to them." His eyes strayed to the dainty rows of desserts peeping enticingly from their little boats of paper. Perhaps just one, to start out with..."Caramel it is. No sea salt ice cream on a day like today, though." He plucked the nestled square from its mates, coarse salt sprinkled like snow on top, the tidbit looking for all the world like a honeyed Turkish Delight.
Before he could take a bite, he held it between his fingers and contemplated Zexion's challenge with a huff of laughter. "Oh, Zexion, you ask me to be creative in this city? Where eating bananas saucily is Seduction 101?" Edmund looked at him with amusement. "I could close my lips plumply around this sweetmeat and moan, and you would think me a trite hack." Delicately, he nibbled at a corner, and didn't so much moan as fully savour the blend of mapley sweetness and piquant salt, not hiding the pleasure of it from his expression.
"I could play hide-and-seek with your foot beneath the table, but that's really better without shoes, isn't it? Perhaps when our toes are warmer." His boot bumped against Zexion's ankle with a playful rub. "And the under-the-table footjob is so overplayed, don't you think? Someone's sole jammed between your thighs, indiscriminately grinding?" He bent forward to close the distance and his voice lowered to a warm hum, but there were still a few glowers tossed their way. "No, I'd rather take your socked foot in my lap and press my thumb into the arch of your instep, until it no longer keeps the ache." Edmund smiled. "An apple confection slipped between your lips, while you burrow in your layers and let the friction seep beneath your skin, deep into the flesh and bone. That might be a fair way to warm up."
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Date: 2016-11-24 03:54 am (UTC)"Wholesome is a relative term. Some thought Narnia was a wholesome place. The Maenads came as a pretty great shock to them." His eyes strayed to the dainty rows of desserts peeping enticingly from their little boats of paper. Perhaps just one, to start out with..."Caramel it is. No sea salt ice cream on a day like today, though." He plucked the nestled square from its mates, coarse salt sprinkled like snow on top, the tidbit looking for all the world like a honeyed Turkish Delight.
Before he could take a bite, he held it between his fingers and contemplated Zexion's challenge with a huff of laughter. "Oh, Zexion, you ask me to be creative in this city? Where eating bananas saucily is Seduction 101?" Edmund looked at him with amusement. "I could close my lips plumply around this sweetmeat and moan, and you would think me a trite hack." Delicately, he nibbled at a corner, and didn't so much moan as fully savour the blend of mapley sweetness and piquant salt, not hiding the pleasure of it from his expression.
"I could play hide-and-seek with your foot beneath the table, but that's really better without shoes, isn't it? Perhaps when our toes are warmer." His boot bumped against Zexion's ankle with a playful rub. "And the under-the-table footjob is so overplayed, don't you think? Someone's sole jammed between your thighs, indiscriminately grinding?" He bent forward to close the distance and his voice lowered to a warm hum, but there were still a few glowers tossed their way. "No, I'd rather take your socked foot in my lap and press my thumb into the arch of your instep, until it no longer keeps the ache." Edmund smiled. "An apple confection slipped between your lips, while you burrow in your layers and let the friction seep beneath your skin, deep into the flesh and bone. That might be a fair way to warm up."