He nearly whimpers against her kiss, his tongue tentatively parting her lips even as he waves the waiter over to their table.
"We... uh..." he pants again, he brain not quite functioning for any purpose that involves much more than what he's managing at that moment. "We need to go. Could I alter our order?"
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Date: 2012-04-01 06:16 am (UTC)"We... uh..." he pants again, he brain not quite functioning for any purpose that involves much more than what he's managing at that moment. "We need to go. Could I alter our order?"