[RP] [pdg_mortie] The Date

[sweetsalome]

[ooc:  Bendy time, whatever time, etc.  Post contents are subject to change after review of other player.]

    She refused to tell him where they were going.  He said to surprise him, so she would, and no amount of begging or tickling would ever break her.  Earlier that day she had made all the correct reservations, a car from his apartment to the Getty, and then to dinner.  The reservations for dinner, and everything in between. 

After her hair appointment (the mess really was getting to long, and needed a good trim.)  She napped, and then dressed for that evening.  Despite the fact that she was normally always in shorts or a tank top, she really was a girly, girl.  The outfit had to be perfect, and planned out in advance, getting ready took awhile so she tried to plan it out so that she and Mortie wouldn't need the bathroom at the same time.

The town car out front called her cell phone as she was putting the finishing touches on her hair.  Stepping out of the bathroom, she grabbed her purse and the ever patiently waiting Mortie.  Apologizing for taking so long, she waited for him to lock the front door before showing him the car.  It was how she had been driven around the majority of her life, and she was pretty sure Mortie didn't want to sit in a filthy taxi.

In the back of the car, she finally relaxed, still a little nervous she kept staring out the window, sneaking glances over at Mortie before looking away again.  She had no idea how she was suppose to act, polite, grown up, don't fidget, don't giggle too much, and sit up straight!  She went through the list of things NOT to do in her mind as they drove to the Getty.

The showing was very low key, there was a classical quartet in the corner playing music as people milled around through the various exhibits. There was a bar, and in the center a table with bits of cheese, and various small finger food that people were picking at.  It was for members of the Getty, but Salome had managed to get tickets after joining and making a donation.

Salome took her time looking at all the paintings, studying the beautiful works out art, some of them she had even seen in her book.  If the actual paintings weren't in there, their painters were, it was amazing to see something she had only read about come to life.  It was the first time, besides in sleep, she had been silent for so long.  It felt wrong to talk around such Master pieces.

Time flew by, and the next time she looked at her cell phone, she realized that their reservation for dinner was coming up.

She found Mortie to tell him, and to show him back to the car.  The ride to Matsuhisa was silent.

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[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Reaching up, she took his hand and pressed it against her lips. Grinning against his knuckles she looked up at him. "Oh I am in some mood, but it's really not for dessert. . ."

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He rubbed his knuckles against her lips then released the grip his legs had on her foot. In one smooth motion he went from his place across from her to sitting beside her. He leaned in close, mouth to her ear and breathed a hot rush of breath against her, "That is all I'm really thinking about. Something very sweet..."

He pulled back, picked up her chopsticks and offered her something that looked like eel. "So I think you should finish your dinner."

He smirked. "Then I can have my dessert."

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He was close to her, she could feel his heat against her arm and side and it got her even more worked up. The brute, he was going to drive her insane, it took all of her power not to lean over and kiss him hard. She didn't kiss him, but she did reach down and put her hand on his thigh, rubbing slowly as she turned her head to look at him. "Sweet sounds very good."

Opening her mouth, she kept her eyes on him and lent forward to take the eel from the chopsticks. Chewing she nodded, thinking that finishing dinner would be a very good idea, if that's what it took to get him out of here.

While she ate she kept her fingers moving over his inner thigh.

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He momentarily pressed his thighs together but then reconsidered and actually sprawled a bit in his chair, giving her more access and tacit permission for what she was doing beneath the tabletop. Of course, he also let a hand fall down to rest at the small of her back, fingers slowly working along the edges of the yellow fabric her dress was made of.

Mortie also made a point of eating as he continued to play his finger over her back, down her arm. He did dip his head once to press a warm, wet kiss to her bare shoulder, tongue briefly caressing skin. "Did anyone ever tell you that Wasabi is an aphrodisiac?"

As he asked, he added the green horseradish to his next piece of tuna roll and with a heated look at her, put the fiery food into his mouth.

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What happened to her Mortie?! The shy, blushing, bashful Mortie who had an issue with salt on the floor. God, here he was touching her, hot under her hand, slouched in his chair, shirt unbuttoned, basically offering himself up to her. Whatever happened, she was certainly going to take advantage of it. Her nails made slow passes up and down the seam of his slacks, as she occasionally managed to eat a bite.

At the touch of his lips she moaned a little bit, her fingers tightening on his thigh, holding on to him so she didn't jump out of her chair and take him. "N-No, I've never heard that, about it being an aphrodisiac."

The next question she had was going to be if he was about to test the theory, but it died in her throat at the look he gave her. When he put the piece in his mouth and chewed, she reached over and kissed him hard on the mouth. Public be damned.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

What happened to Mortie is that he has gotten comfortable with her. And he enjoys being able to play grown up games instead of watching her act childish. She looked very grown up here. There was also the fact that she had gone to such lengths for him tonight: the whole date, the way she dressed, her behavior...he was turned on by it all.

Sushi didn't hurt either.

He returned her kiss briefly, chuckled and went for his glass of water, his mouth was burning even if he enjoyed it. If he was going to continue to eat the Wasabi, he was going to need to cook off his tongue. Eat it he did, each bite from there on out contained the green substance. In part because he did like the way it taste but also because he enjoyed the look on her face as he consumed the substance.

He was still the same man, salt on the floor would still bother him as would any other mess, but he has always had appetites for things of a sexual nature. He just wasn't always so willing to indulge them.

Lips to her ear once more he murmured, "It is...not that I need it."

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He pulled back, and she finally let out a slow breath, her lips burned with the hint of wasabi that was left over on his mouth. Heart hammering in her chest she suddenly felt drained, excited and on edge. Sometimes, it was hard to act like this, any other way then how she normally behaved. That was a defense mechanism, it was easy to pretend that there was nothing wrong when you were bouncing around like a maniac. But it was time to act like an adult, she should get use to it, and maybe, after awhile, it would get easier.

The corners of her mouth lifted up into a smile at his words, and she lent forward, her finger sliding down his jaw. "Well that's good to know, that you don't need some green paste in order to want me."

Pulling back she gave him a wink, and picked up her chopsticks to get another piece, this she dipped in the soy sauce and with a bit of wasabi. Watching him she grinned as she put the piece in her mouth and chewed. Not before a drop of soy ended up on her collar bone.