<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>The Bistro and back again.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Cassie Gutierrez.<br/><b>Time:</b>Mid evening.<br/><br/>"My... place..." Arthur whispered. Of all that Cassie had said, that idea got stuck on his mind, unable to be ignored. He had been able to dismiss some of the most enthusiastic advances of the girl, all those double meaning sentences, that trust and eagerness the young one was putting on his shoulders when they barely knew each other. Oh, how things have changed in twenty years. Arthur started to seriously consider it, taking Cassie to his apartment at that very moment wasn't no longer a foolish option, a daring maneuver of one of his novels, it was one opportunity among others that was there for the taking if he wanted it. For a moment he almost made his mind for it, but considering it was yet too soon, Arthur started to discard it, to abandon the idea until it was later or perhaps another day.<br/><br/>Then Cassie removed her finger from his lips to replace it with her own plump ones, catching Arthur on a tender and soft kiss that caught him by surprise. As Arthur kissed her back, his hands circled her waist, helping her against his body, tighter, closer, as he indulged on a bit of tongue exploration, almost a shy venture with just the tip of it. Arthur could taste her youth and the sweet peach of the Bellini in her lips, a most intoxicating combination. Once the kiss was over and Arthur softened his embrace on Cassie, she was clinging on him, allowing him to feel her agitated breath and making him notice that it matched his accelerated heartbeat.<br/><br/>After that kiss the idea that was about to be discarded it was etched on his mind, branded by fire. "My place" Arthur said determined, leaving plenty of money for the drinks and a healthy tip, walking back to the lobby that would get them to his apartment. Arthur's mind was blank, and all he could think of was Cassie, young Cassie, sweet Cassie.