<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br/>Date and Time: June 2, Evening<br/>Location: Tasuo Manor.<br/>Wearing: Semi-Formal Evening Wear (http://img.everafterguide.net/s/upload/images/2016/03/500c480f5dff1d336ec8c749b7c3db23.jpg) (his boots)<br/>Tagging: Mizuki Tasuo, open<br/>Content warnings: A cozy night in.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The ride over to the Tasuo Manor could only be described as heavenly. The way that Mizuki was pressing herself against his body had his body quivering in pleasure, and desire. He could feel her, as much of her as she could press against him. Those pleasant lumps resting against his shoulders to that flat tummy tucked into the small of his back. He could even feel the toned definition of her inner thighs against his hips. Each point of contact fueling the fires of passion within him. Her words like soft honey to his ear. The way she playfully nipped at his ear with that sharp fang of hers. Had she been able to see. She would have saw a rather insistent erection jutting up and resting against the back of the fuel tank. All he could have muttered right then as his mind was getting lost in a foggy haze of arousal was to simply nod and say "I'm in your care."<br/><br/>Once the reached the estate, Mizuki would guide Jeremiah toward the large garage where he could stow his bike for the time being. He gingerly glided the motorcycle in, and came to a resting stop out of the way with a respectable distance from any vehicle in the shop as many of them looked like they were worth more than his apartment and the building it was in combined. He would hold the bike up long enough for Mizuki to slip off before setting the jiffy stand down and sliding off himself. He tugged on his pants a bit to get them to lay right, and hopefully conceal the fading erection he had been sporting the entire ride. He didn't wish for Mizuki to think him some pervert, or horn dog.<br/><br/>Jeremiah would be easily led over to a gorgeous racing car that just screamed "SEX", and "POWER" in its sinfully Red paint. His eyes growing wide as he took in a car that he would have otherwise never seen before in his entire life. Mizuki would tell him it was a 1957 Ferrari 250 Testa Rossa. She would go on to explain that it was extremely rare and won quite a number of races in its time. Jeremiah could easily see that it looked like prime racing stock. He marveled at the tale that Mizuki weaved for him as he could listen to her all day. When she expressed that she believed this could be one thing that both He and her brother could share. A passion for the mechanical. "Yes, I would like to be able to get along with your brother." He said amicably. "And while the car is gorgeous. I think you still out shine her." he said, the blush on his cheeks and the nervous waver of his tone showed that he was nervous about being overly flirty with her. He didn't want to come off as trying too hard.<br/><br/>when she asked if they wanted to go inside now, He took her hand in his. Their fingers lacing together naturally. "Yes, please." he would state before letting her lead him inside. Once inside, Mizuki would quickly be greeted by the butler as the man seemed to materialize out of thin air. Giving Jeremiah quite a start when he greeted his mistress. "Welcome home, Mistress. Did you have a pleasant evening?" The butler asked as he took Jeremiah's coat from around her shoulders to hang up. Jeremiah kept his mouth shut as he found the manor to be simply gorgeous. The interior done surprisingly tastefully. He was expecting something more stuffy. Though his time with Mizuki showed her to be anything but. For now, he was more than happy to let her lead him around.