Isn't it always just a game of agendas anyway? At least that's what he'll tell himself later because he wants a push in a very big way.
"I get it;" he leans in close, smelling the heady warmth of her. Gentle, ever the gentle man, he reaches up to touch her again, this time brushing his hand over her shoulder. "You're a woman with needs, and nobody can see it."
Perhaps a small part of his brain knows it has to be a deception, that he's playing out a white knight fantasy that can't be healthy.
"I know what it's like to have needs."
He leans in closer yet, his dark eyes equally suggestive and innocent as he kisses her tenderly.
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Date: 2012-04-01 03:09 pm (UTC)"I get it;" he leans in close, smelling the heady warmth of her. Gentle, ever the gentle man, he reaches up to touch her again, this time brushing his hand over her shoulder. "You're a woman with needs, and nobody can see it."
Perhaps a small part of his brain knows it has to be a deception, that he's playing out a white knight fantasy that can't be healthy.
"I know what it's like to have needs."
He leans in closer yet, his dark eyes equally suggestive and innocent as he kisses her tenderly.