Dinner for [powered_otaku]

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    There was no dinner, well, not really.  There was food, but it was finger food, chosen for it's ease of eating, or feeding to one's lover.  The whole food thing was a ploy to get him to show up.  While she thoroughly believes that he would have shown up if she had just asked him to come, she wants to surprise him.  The whole idea came about as they were talking about her wearing his clothes, because while it might have been a rather casual conversation, the idea turns her on.  She likes wearing his clothes, likes the idea of him telling her what to wear, and then being able to arouse him on by putting it on.  There has only been a few times she has used her sexuality to her advantage, to purposely seduce, and in the back of her mind she has a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't really her doing at all.  As if she had been watching from the back seat as someone else told her body what to do, told her mouth what to say.

This time, she was fully in control of the situation and so a little nervous.  She solves this problem by sipping on a glass of red wine as she moves about the kitchen in her bare feet.  The house is empty, as it usually is, and soft music is playing on the houses' stereo system.  It's a great set up, you can play music from a central location to any room in the house, it's probably one of her favorite things to fiddle around with when no one is home.  As things chill, she goes up and showers, washing thoroughly before dressing for dinner.  At the time she took his shirt, she felt a little bad, but it wasn't for an evil purpose, she just wanted to have a part of him to take home with her.  She took it during the trip to Thailand, after they had come back to his apartment, while he was in the kitchen getting something to eat.  It was a plain white button down shirt, he had plenty of them, but she still felt guilty about taking it.  It smelt so much like him, and she figured she would give it back some day.

It still smells faintly of him as she puts it on, even though it has been washed and ironed.  She can press her face to the fabric and smell him, picture him with it on. The image makes her smile, and she relaxes enough to finish doing her hair and putting on her make up.  She's going for seductive, so she gives her hair volume and a slight curl, letting it frame her face and fall over her shoulders.  Her lips are glossy and pink, and she carefully applies enough eyeliner to make her eyes appear bigger then they already are.  It's a different look for her, usually she tends to go without make up, and look very natural, she wonders if it's too much.

The Bolo tie isn't his, she picked it up in a western wear store downtown, it's simple.  A black chord with a silver slid that hangs low, as the first couple buttons on her shirt are undone.  A pair of black, lace boy cut panties is all she wears under the shirt, there's very little need for anything else, if even them.  Walking down stairs, she sets the large, dark oak table in the dinning room before text messaging Hiro, telling him to come eat.  Standing in the kitchen, she sets her cell phone down and puts on a pair of strappy black heels, usually she doesn't wear heels, especially around Hiro, but she's going for femme fatal, she just hopes she can pull it off.

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He gets a text message, inviting him to dinner at her townhouse in New York. He wonders if he should dress in a very fancy suit or perhaps one of his nicest kimonos. Or should it be casual? Was this the kind of dilemna women went through every time they had a date?

He grabs one of his nicer kiminos. His most formal he is saving for one occasion and one occasion only. He smoothes down the folds of that one carefully, smiling. He folds it carefully around himself, then heads over to the florist's for a big bouquet.

On a date, much as she would be expecting him, one does not just appear in the house, so he teleported to an alley near her street with the bouquet carefully hidden behind him. He remembered the cameras, so he rings the bell at the gate. No camera will see him teleport in. After all, for his plan to work, only a few will know what he can do.

He waits at the gate for her to open it.

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The buzz at the gates surprise her, putting her hand over her chest she sighed and walked over to the security box attached to the wall. She can see it's him at the gate, and grins at what he's wearing, tonight is going to be fun.

She pushes the button to unlock the gate before moving through the house toward the front door. Taking a deep breath, she opens the door slightly and leans against the door frame, watching him with a smile.

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Hiro hears the gate unlocks and pushes it open, making sure that it's locked behind him before he heads to the front door. He has a huge smile on his face when he sees her at the door.

When he gets close, he pulls the bouquet of daisies from behind his back. "For you."

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"Oh, Hiro!" Taking them from him, she grins broadly. It's hard to be sexy and seductive when you have a silly grin on your face. Pressing her nose into the bouquet she inhales and then looks up from the petals and leaves. Lowering them slowly she reaches up and kisses his mouth gently, her hand resting on his shoulder. "They are beautiful, thank you."

Still close to him, she slides her hand from his shoulder and pushes the door closed behind them. Her eyes remain on his face as she slowly runs her fingers down the collar of his kimono. "You look so handsome tonight."

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"I remembered that you like daisies best." He looks up at her, realizing suddenly that she's standing more than the usual inch over him. He looks down to see her strappy shoes which makes him grin. "You look wonderful." He starts looking around. "Is Jonba with obaasan?"

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"That's because you are amazingly considerate." Blushing just the tiniest bit, she kisses his mouth lightly before turning and walking back toward the kitchen. "Yes, I had to take care of some things down here, and I thought it was best if he stayed up there." As she walks, her hips sway, effects of the heels. In the kitchen she puts the daisies in a vase with water.

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Hiro watches her hips as she heads into the kitchen. She is so sexy he thinks he'll spontaneously combust. He follows her in just as she's putting the daisies in the vase.

"You are so incredibly sexy, did you know that?"

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She's grinning like that cat who just got the canary as she fixes the flowers, but loses it as she turns around to face him. Giving him a rather coy smile she shrugs absently, "yes, I did, but I love to hear you say it." It was a bold, statement, usually she didn't have the confidence to even say it, but tonight she was playing a part.

Pushing off the counter, she brushes her fingers over his chest, before walking toward the door to the dining room. She wants to tease him, to get just close enough to get him worked up. At the door, she beckons him to follow her in. The dinning room is dimly lit, candles on the table and low over head lighting set the mood. On the dark wood table there are various plates set out, fruits, chocolates, and oysters. All foods picked for their aphrodisiac qualities.

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He follows her into the dining room, giving the food a glance. His eyes are mainly on her - the perfection of sex. He pulls her chair out for her, kissing her shoulder as she sits. "It looks marvelous." Not that he's really looked. His eyes are still devouring her.

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She is caught up by his gesture, and so she sits. Catching herself, she gives a laugh, before standing and pushing him to the seat at the end of the table. "Why thank you, baby, but I have a different place to sit." With that she gives him a light shove into the seat. When he sits she'll climb up on to his lap, much better then any seat.

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He pulls his chair around so that it's parallel to the table, making it much easier to reach the food. He sits down, smiling, then pats his lap for her. "Best seat in the house, beautiful."

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"Mmmm, you are right," she purrs before moving over to him. Tossing her hair over her shoulder she straddles him, her knees on either side of him, pressed to the fabric of the seat. As her hands slid up his chest, she smiles at him. "I think we are going to have fun tonight, handsome. So here's some of the rules." Picking up a piece of pineapple, she puts it to his lips.

"You'll have ten minutes to do whatever you want to me before I tie you to this chair and tease you until you beg me to fuck you." Grinning, her eyes dance with excitement.

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He opens his mouth for the pineapple. "Mmm, have you tie me to a chair and tease me or me lay you out on this table and feast on you? It is a difficult choice." He will definitely need some of the time to figure which one he wants the most. Both have their appeal.

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"You can feast on me for ten minutes before I tie you up to your chair." She whispers into his ear, her lips trailing down his jaw. Finding another pieces of pineapple she drags it lightly over his bottom lip. "If you want."

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"Mmmm, I like that idea." He opens his mouth, taking in both the pineapple and the tips of her fingers which he licks. He then extricates the pineapple nugget and licks her fingers again before releasing them from his mouth. He reaches for an oyster. He slurps it off the half shell and holds it between his teeth for her to bite half off.

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Groaning softly at the feeling of his tongue and lips, she wiggles in his lap her eyes fixated on his mouth. "I thought you would, handsome." Leaning forward she takes the other half of the oyster, swallowing it as she presses her lips to his. Nipping at his bottom lip, she pulls back and smiles at him, "that tasted very good."

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"Food is always better when it is shared." He's blindly reaching for something until he manages to find something, which turns out to be a slice of apple. Like the oyster, he holds it between his teeth with a grin.

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Smirking, she leans forward and takes the other half of the apple. Chewing slowly, she swallowed and looked over her shoulder to pick up a piece of chocolate. "I Hope you know you are eating into your ten minutes," she teases him. Dragging the chocolate over his lips, she ducks her head, putting the chocolate between her lips to feed it to him the chocolate.

It's warm, spicy, dark chocolate mixed with chili powder.

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Hiro smacks his lips at the chocolate. "What is that? It tastes like chocolate, but it is spicy?" He stands up with her and slowly tips her onto the table, making certain she doesn't land in any of the food. He unbuttons the shirt, stopping part of the way when it falls open farther and he notices the tag in the back. It's a Japanese shirt. He looks confused for a second, then he's grinning. "I thought you would look much better than I do in my shirt."

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"It's from Chile, it is mixed with chili peppers to give it a kick. It suppose to inflame the senses." She laughs as he lays her down on the table, stretching out she puts one hand above her head, her heels on the edge of the table. As he undoes the buttons she whimpers, her pink nipples turning hard in the cool air. Her other hand moves up and down her bare stomach to the edge of the lacy panties.

"I stole it from you, I'm sorry," she certainly doesn't look sorry. "I wanted to have something of yours to keep me company."

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"It tastes good. I like it." He gently nuzzles her nipples before he takes one in his teeth. His tongue teases it while he holds it. "You're more than welcome to my shirts, just as long as you leave me a few for work."

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"I like it too," she moaned, her back arching up off the table so he had better access to her nipple. Grinning she reached up to pick up a piece of chocolate from the plate. Warm from the room, she rubbed it between her fingers before drawing a line with the chocolate from between her breasts down to her panties. "I promise. I wouldn't want you to go to work topless."

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"Mmm," he moans as he begins licking/eating the line of chocolate. When he gets down to her panties, he tips her hips a little and tugs down the lacy boy panties, his fingers making certain to have as much contact with her skin as possible. "I do not think my coworkers would appreciate me topless."

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"Oh . . . God." Her words are a breathless moan as she writhes under his tongue. The tables had turned, she was the one who was suppose to be driving him crazy. Not the other way around. When he pulled off her panties she arched her hips so he could slid them down her long legs. By the time they were off, she was practically dripping she was so wet. "Mmmm for the same reason I'm not allowed to walk around naked?"

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"You can certainly walk around naked when I am with you, but in public men and some women would most certainly try to take advantage of you if they saw you. I would have to take you far, far away to a tropical paradise island to keep them away from you." His tongue slowly moves down from where the line of chocolate ended to her curls.