<b><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=84757&amp;pid=2043307#pid2043307">Arthur Connington</a></b><br/><b>Location:</b>Apartment 901.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Cassie Gutierrez.<br/><b>Time:</b>Mid to late evening.<br/><br/>If Arthur's words in some way startled Cassie or were not welcomed, she didn't say it, quite the opposite. Standing wordless, she seemed nervous and perhaps excited to Arthur's eyes. He leaned, slowly, one hand traveling to her face, the other still resting on her hip. Arthur himself would have been nervous if he wasn't committed to it, wanting to reach Cassie and connect with her, understand her, perhaps relieve her fear or was it his own?<br/><br/>Even if he tried to avoid it, his beard brushed against her here and there, nothing too rough as he took care of it, but he tried to be as gentle as possible anyways. Arthur's lips caressed Cassie's, a small moment of electricity before kissing her right and proper, gentlemanly and lovingly, but without much lust as he tried to avoid being too forward with her. Holding back his tongue, Arthur did indulge himself, nibbling softly on her lower lip as she had done so many times, being playful with that mouth that had been asking to be kissed, to be played with the whole night. Oh, the things he could do to Cassie, and yet Arthur didn't want, didn't dare to hurry.<br/><br/>The kiss went back and forth, an extension of their flirtatious evening, a tug of war of sorts where sometimes Arthur leaned in and others backed off letting Cassie inadvertently chase his lips. It was a dance within a dance, a welcome breath of fresh air, of youthful pleasure for Arthur. He didn't have to keep appearances with Cassie, he could behave whimsically with no trouble, he finally felt free from his self imposed prison, that oubliette of misery he had cast himself into. The dance, the kiss continued, that tempting back and forth only interrupted by the magical sounds of the record as it ended.<br/><br/>Arthur looked at Cassie with his natural smile, the one that despite being a mature man betrayed his playful and young soul.