Now who’s afraid???
You start the game?
The winner gets all the cash and clothes
And if I win you serve Me for a day!
pops on through with a wave to the Lady of the house
as if that would happen again
when i have your clothes I'll see if you can mix and serve a drink
Okay and if I win?
You bet your 250 against my 150 and we bet 20 a round until we start taking clothes?
And clothes in your case.
Next game winner takes all the cash!
Her breath hitches to see that shift in your expression when you look up to find her standing there.And then you’re moving towards her with such intent in your gaze, striding between those promenading on the pier with a predatory single mindedness until you stop before her. You reach for her, only to hold her apart, and she finds herself unable to do anything other than look up at you with a giddy grin as you drink in the sight of her, a grin that only grows wider still when you call her ‘Mrs Percival’ and tease her about flashing her ankles in public.
But before she can reply you’ve pulled her to you, her eyes flashing wide at the brazenness of such a public display as much as at the unexpectedness. Her breath catches with the wrap of your arms around her and she feels herself pulled against your body, her mouth tipping up under yours as the soft brush of your lips promise so much more.
Your kiss is achingly restrained, but after so long without your touch it’s like the first drop of rain hitting the parched ground. She melts into it, into you, for all of a heartbeat, before decorum breaks and you both start to pull slowly back.
“I look even lovelier out of it, Mr Percival. And you'll see more than just my ankles...” she whispers as she draws back, the rasp of your beard against her cheek folding the earthy scent of tobacco and Macassar around her. Her gaze, when it flicks up to find yours, is utterly unguarded in that moment.
Her breath hitches to see that shift in your expression when you look up to find her standing there.And then you’re moving towards her with such intent in your gaze, striding between those promenading on the pier with a predatory single mindedness until you stop before her. You reach for her, only to hold her apart, and she finds herself unable to do anything other than look up at you with a giddy grin as you drink in the sight of her, a grin that only grows wider still when you call her ‘Mrs Percival’ and tease her about flashing her ankles in public.
But before she can reply you’ve pulled her to you, her eyes flashing wide at the brazenness of such a public display as much as at the unexpectedness. Her breath catches with the wrap of your arms around her and she feels herself pulled against your body, her mouth tipping up under yours as the soft brush of your lips promise so much more.
Your kiss is achingly restrained, but after so long without your touch it’s like the first drop of rain hitting the parched ground. She melts into it, into you, for all of a heartbeat, before decorum breaks and you both start to pull slowly back.
“I look even lovelier out of it, Mr Percival. And you'll see more than just my ankles...” she whispers as she draws back, the rasp of your beard against her cheek folding the earthy scent of tobacco and Macassar around her. Her gaze, when it flicks up to find yours, is utterly unguarded in that moment.
Never!
You afraid to gamble now?
Well you could earn it back another way?
-out-
thank you, I will get my money back
Well that was fun..