A teasing light shone in her green eyes. “Not for not devouring me on the spot?” She cupped her hand over his, then turned her head to kiss his palm quickly. “Are you still hungry?” Summer murmured. “Or has this satisfied your desire to dine out in Midgard?”
A chuckle came and passed as his eyes flickered from his empty plate and wine glass. He nodded. “Aye. Thank you, for bringing me here this evening.” He then rose from his chair. “Should I take this as a hint that you wish to go?” He asked playfully, not minding where they went, so long as they did so together.
“Let’s just say … there are some other experiences on earth that I think you might enjoy that customarily require a greater level of privacy.” It took her a moment to scrawl a note and leave a few bills on the table. Then Summer looked up at Fenrir.
“I’ll just … keep the lead, until you tell me no. Okay?” Her smile was soft, inviting. She offered a hand.
His raised a brow, his grin remaining as he watched her. He was no fool. He knew what she meant. He took her hand in his and his dark lashes met in a quick wink. “Perfectly fine with me.” As they turned to head towards the front of the restaurant, Fenrir found it impossible to keep his hands at his sides. An arm found its way about Summer’s waist. This evening was beginning to unfold into more than he had anticipated. And by no means was he complaining.
The little voice in the back of her head, screaming ‘what are you DOING?!’, abruptly shut up when Fenrir slipped his arm around her. She smiled to herself, putting her arm about him in return, and headbutted his shoulder lightly. The walk back to her apartment was entirely uneventful, unless events included her trying to sneak her fingers under the green t-shirt. She had to let go to unlock the door, but didn’t let the contact lapse for long, drawing Fenrir in and shutting the door firmly behind them.
It wasn’t the first time that instant connection had formed for Summer, but it looked to be the first time acting on it wasn’t going to backfire horribly. She let her fingertips trace little circles in the palm of the hand she was holding.