( Oh, good. He's exactly her kind of man. Impulsive and unrepentant about it. Daisy definitely can't resist. But for now she's at least trying to look like she can. )
You don't exactly strike me as the LinkedIn kind of type. But that wouldn't matter much. I have more than a few tricks up my sleeve. ( Anyway, despite his somewhat leery side, he's definitely not like the kind of douchebag frat bros she used to date.
Daisy looks thoughtful when he teases her. She swings out from underneath the picnic table and turns. It almost looks like she's going to leave, but she's striding to his side, slipping in beside him. It's a little bit of a squeeze, but she doesn't mind and she doubts he would either. Pressed up against each other at the thigh has something appealing about it, and she leans across to snack a sweet from his plate. It's soft looking, spongy, and it smells like ginger. )
I don't think it's your sugary side I'm interested in, but I'll stick around to see.
( She takes a bite of the cake, humming in delight before she offers him the rest by lifting it to just about mouth height. She double dares you, Dean. )
( if there's anything about her he holds not a single doubt of, it's her capability to raise hell to a man or otherwise that deserves it. she's never come across as the type of woman to allow another to slander her, nor probably anyone she cared for— they were pretty much the same in that regard. selfless to an often reckless extent, uncaring as to what sort of predicament it might throw them into.
it's only once she stands again that he realizes the root of the confections that may have actually gotten their roots in him, unable to help his gaze from falling to the lean graze of her limbs, how well she works an outfit that's all too similar to his own, hitting him with the same jut of arousal he'd fine before another with nothing on. if that wasn't saying something, the way fire zings low from his navel the moment she's beside him will.
he's greeted with a faint hit of her perfume, or maybe it's just her, and there's no denying or hiding the fact that he's more than a little entranced. )
No? ( silly question? sure, but he's always been a sucker for vocalizations. his whole world is shot to hell when she pretty much offers to hand-feed him the spongey cake, caution aside raveling a single, large palm to the lower of her back to give a swift, insistent tug to swoop her in closer. when he takes the treat from between her fingers he's not shy to include the their fleshy tips, grazing teeth against them before tilting his head back slightly wicked smirk falling back into place as he chews. )
( She feels a little flushed, is the thing. It's difficult to tell why. Maybe it's that the colour of his eyes change up close, maybe it's the hand at the base of her spine, maybe it's just that she's enjoying herself like this, helpless flirtation drawing her deeper and deeper. Either way, Daisy feels warm and pleased all over, the smile on her lips something sweet but still sly. )
That'd be telling.
( Her answer would probably be all of them. There's a familiarity about him that makes her want to understand. She knows as much as the next person that sharing and caring doesn't come easily for some people, and she's definitely under the impression it's the case for him. But his jokes and his charm have done something of a number on her anyway, caught her curiosity.
Maybe she's relieved to find herself wanting, after Lincoln. She's finally realising that she isn't dead inside, that there's a life for her to live and a whole realm of possibility still out there. Strange that she needed a city based on cuddling to help her heal, but she's not really complaining.
There's still icing on her fingers from where she'd fed him, and Daisy doesn't think twice before she's licking it off, something heated in her gaze. )
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You don't exactly strike me as the LinkedIn kind of type. But that wouldn't matter much. I have more than a few tricks up my sleeve. ( Anyway, despite his somewhat leery side, he's definitely not like the kind of douchebag frat bros she used to date.
Daisy looks thoughtful when he teases her. She swings out from underneath the picnic table and turns. It almost looks like she's going to leave, but she's striding to his side, slipping in beside him. It's a little bit of a squeeze, but she doesn't mind and she doubts he would either. Pressed up against each other at the thigh has something appealing about it, and she leans across to snack a sweet from his plate. It's soft looking, spongy, and it smells like ginger. )
I don't think it's your sugary side I'm interested in, but I'll stick around to see.
( She takes a bite of the cake, humming in delight before she offers him the rest by lifting it to just about mouth height. She double dares you, Dean. )
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it's only once she stands again that he realizes the root of the confections that may have actually gotten their roots in him, unable to help his gaze from falling to the lean graze of her limbs, how well she works an outfit that's all too similar to his own, hitting him with the same jut of arousal he'd fine before another with nothing on. if that wasn't saying something, the way fire zings low from his navel the moment she's beside him will.
he's greeted with a faint hit of her perfume, or maybe it's just her, and there's no denying or hiding the fact that he's more than a little entranced. )
No? ( silly question? sure, but he's always been a sucker for vocalizations. his whole world is shot to hell when she pretty much offers to hand-feed him the spongey cake, caution aside raveling a single, large palm to the lower of her back to give a swift, insistent tug to swoop her in closer. when he takes the treat from between her fingers he's not shy to include the their fleshy tips, grazing teeth against them before tilting his head back slightly wicked smirk falling back into place as he chews. )
And what side might you be interested in?
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That'd be telling.
( Her answer would probably be all of them. There's a familiarity about him that makes her want to understand. She knows as much as the next person that sharing and caring doesn't come easily for some people, and she's definitely under the impression it's the case for him. But his jokes and his charm have done something of a number on her anyway, caught her curiosity.
Maybe she's relieved to find herself wanting, after Lincoln. She's finally realising that she isn't dead inside, that there's a life for her to live and a whole realm of possibility still out there. Strange that she needed a city based on cuddling to help her heal, but she's not really complaining.
There's still icing on her fingers from where she'd fed him, and Daisy doesn't think twice before she's licking it off, something heated in her gaze. )
Is it doing anything for you yet?