Her sable gaze returned to him, drinking in his suave perfection and assured confidence. As she observed him the world around them ceased to distract. Her attention fully and completely his again, a gift really that promised to belong solely to him. The first sip of her black, unfiltered and undoctored coffee brought a sigh of pleasure and a flush of rose to her ghostly luminescent skin, the crimson stain of her lipstick leaving its mark upon the white porcelain as surely as her attention did on him. Only him.
His eyes averted for a moment, giving her a look at his profile, before turning back as the rim of his wine glass found his lips. He took a small sip of the beverage and swallowed it smoothly before placing the glass back on the table. The breath he drew in caused his chest to expand, making him oddly larger for a moment in time, and he used that to his advantage as he turned into her once she placed the coffee mug down and pushed his lips against hers, forcing a kiss upon her.
Like everything else she did there was no suddenness. No startled moment of frozen inaction. She quite simply gave herself to him. Became his in that moment. Submitting completely to his dominant display of masculine attention. Plush lips parted in acceptance, her breath moistly sweet and warm as it whispered out on a throaty sound of pleasure. Conquered by his curiosity and desire. Pliant and willing. In the time of that kiss she was his. Only his.
Exploration. It happened when he demanded the kiss. When he parted her lips with his. When he pushed his tongue inside and tasted her. It was tender and yet deep, a calm probing of her affection. It stretched out for many seconds though never expanded beyond that. His hand did narrowly drop for just a moment touch her bare thigh, but retracted as though that simple move had been an accident. He drew out the kiss and then slowly, smoothly departed. He paused once the kiss was over, regaining his bearings and allowing her to do the same, before explaining. "The tension was undeniable and insurmountable. As a doctor it is my responsibility to remove as many distractions as possible to get to the heart of the matter. That was necessary."
Amusement danced in the depths of her eyes, her lips betraying her fully as they curled upward, the tilt of her head sending wispy blonde hair to feather free from her face, "Is that so, docteur?" Her small-boned hand finding his throat, the crescent caress of her nails gliding across the sensitive skin there to traipse around and curl against the strong nape of his neck, pulling him back toward her. "Then I would say you failed, sir, for the tension has only increased," Her pillowy lips now finding his and demanding quid pro quo. Her tongue darting inside his mouth to taste and explore in a reflection of his own earlier tasting.
If she tried to continue he would stop her -- at least that is what he told himself. But as the taste of her sweet mouth resonated upon his tongue he could not help but dive once more into her torrid kiss. He breathed her in, devoured her affection and pressed himself against her. This time it was no accident when his hand fell to her thighs and instantly sough to wedge its way between them. Strong and insistent, it was though she had no choice but to accept his invasion, and yet for some reason they retreated on their own, pulled back above the table.
She'd offered no resistance, in fact her silken flesh apparently welcomed his touch if the quiver of her body was any key. Her breath exhaled sharply across his lips as she pulled back a scant inch, dark lashes fluttering upward as their waiter re-emerged with their food and jealous hatred etched upon his face. She didn't bother to look in his direction, so securely was her attention now upon her companion. Slowly those tempting crimson pillows, still moist from his invasion, turned upward as she gave a husky sigh of pure appreciation. "Well, docteur, I cannot say that I minded your failed experiment even if its outcome was not as you predicted."
He broke away and leaned back for the arrival of his food, sighing softly at the savored allure that moistned his tongue. There was parts of her still inside his mouth, parts of her that he tasted, parts of her that he swallowed. Her words returned him from his private thoughts and he turned an eye upon her, and even with his glasses on she could see the raw lust that swirled inside. "The best part about experiments, Miss Notus, is that even failed ones can sometimes turn out to be successful."
She said nothing to his accurate assessment. Instead she robbed him of that weighted gaze again, tearing the attention from him with a very real sense of loss. The warmth of her hypnotic eyes now turned to her food. Unfolding her napkin she placed the linen length in her lap and carefully approached her food with the same single minded attentiveness that was her trademark.