<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cf/18/3c/cf183c3e2503e0310868d145c619a541.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gabriel Archibald<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 2nd | 3pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Patio out back<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>jeans, sort of<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>none<hr/><br/>This thing she did, messing with her clothes, her hair, moving subtly where she sat. He didn't care what she said, she'd definitely not come here only to draw. Why would she be all fidgety then? Hmm? But she insisted, and his instinct to comply still battled the urges of mischief.<br/><br/>The only warning he got was a deliciously pleasant sound of her laughter ringing out, and then she was moving to him.<em>Gotcha.</em><br/><br/>"Who you trying to fool, miss artist? We all know you only want to get a closer look," he asked and stated cocky, gesturing to the area around them and the absolutely nobody else present as if there were tons of people. It did tickle his ego to have her study him the way she seemed to be doing, and even a stir of arousal made his jeans staying in place a little easier. Relax she said, fuck that. This was fun!<br/><br/>Her fingers moved around his body without actually touching him, but the heat it roused in his muscles beneath her path was as real as if she'd pressed her fingertips firmly onto his skin. Wishful thinking? But then she asked the million dollar question, and he guttered instantly and shamelessly. Not only that, but the nature of her question put thoughts of demands and rules in his mind, games and fun beyond just casually fucking her right there on the ground, or up against the house wall, or bend her over one of those little tables. Mmmno, she'd put a little challenge forth without realising. Or maybe she did it on purpose, she was a creative type after all.<br/><br/>Her soft breath on his skin sent a shiver down his spine and made his cock twitch, the jeans suddenly not in any danger of dropping down his thighs, at all. He meant to say something witty or clever, something to instigate the kind of game she'd made him think of, but when his lips parted the words coming out of him were nothing of that sort.<br/><br/>"Don't know what you're talking about. I'm as chill as I can be..." He said with a small grin and helped her get rid of his jacket with a simple shrug. The jacket dropped to the ground at her feet, leaving him shirtless. "See?" He offered, took one of her hands, and brushed it across his chest before he brought her palm to his lips. But he didn't kiss her palm, he dragged the very tip of his tongue from the middle of her palm and in a thin line up her middle finger, all the way to the fingertip. Once he'd done that, he dropped her hand and turned to face her better, a grin stretching his lips once more.<br/><br/>"I'd be much more comfortable to pull off some natural pose for you, if you weren't so overdressed."