<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - Willing victim of operation seduce Vincent - Persephone=-</strong></div><br/>Vincent was ecstatic to see that Mae had not been jesting with her suggestion and was even surprised when she didn't position herself in a way that would mostly have her back to him.  The beating of his heart increased considerably with the more intimate seating arrangement while his arm wrapped around her lower back to provide support.  His eyes partially rolled into the back of his head as he felt her fingers trace along his neck and the back of his scalp, his head leaning back by pure reflex to the sensual touch.  Had he not been so excited about their date, it was something that had the potential to soothe him into sleep.<br/><br/><em>“That’s one thing I would never want to do to you Vinnie. Breaking your heart is not part of the plan.”</em><br/><br/>A smile tugged at the corner of his lips even though his eyes remained closed from her touch as though he was in a partial trance.  Mae's words only helped lure him into a feeling of reassurance.  "Oh?  So I am involved in a plan of yours?  Would you mind letting me in on it?"  Although the words were playful, his question had been sincere and hopeful for what would follow.<br/><br/><em>“There is something that I want to do. Something that I’ve dreamed about for a long time now.”</em>That got Vincent's full attention.  Pulling free from his quasi meditative state, his eyes opened and met Mae's gaze.  It was a look that he had never seen from her before; something he dreamed about but had been a fantasy more fleeting than any child's bedtime story.  It was such that caused butterflies to dance in his stomach, his heart to skip several beats, and a minor dose of adrenaline to coarse through his blood stream.  Curious surprise was the initial expression on his face, but it quickly gave way to a deep deep longing that had been suppressed for quite some time and was finally able to get its first glimpse of daylight.<br/><br/><em>“I want to kiss you Vinnie, and not like a sister would her brother. I want to enjoy a long, slow, passionate kiss that will curl your toes and rob us both of our breath.”</em><br/><br/>For a moment, he had to remind himself that this was neither fantasy nor dream.  Mae Little, the young woman who had unknowingly won his heart, had actually spoken those words to him.  Vincent's body trembled slightly; not from fear, nerves, or uncertainty, but from happiness so pure and absolute that it could not be easily contained within him.  He had seen her joke before, play coy, and even lead one into a situation where they thought they had won the grand prize of her company only to be shut down.  There was no doubt in his mind that this was none of them.<br/><br/><em>“So how about it Vinnie?”</em>Though his eyes never left hers, he could see the flash of her tongue along her lips along his peripheries.  It wasn't until after the fact that he realized he had done the same thing once he noticed her do so.<em>“Will you kiss me?”</em><br/><br/>Vincent didn't speak, not daring to ruin the moment with words.  He did not hesitate, nor did he rush in.  Slowly, delicately, his hand rose to lightly caress her cheek with the back of his fingers.  Slowly, they moved along the side of her head, brushing aside locks of hair until it had found its way to the point where the neck met the back of the skull.  So many thoughts and emotions raced through his mind as to what was about to happen, but they were hardly a whisper.  He had wanted this moment to happen for so long that he had no concern for such trivial things that would only interfere with his chance to savor his first actual kiss with Mae.  Applying only the most miniscule amount of force, he guided her rather than pulled her towards him.  She willingly moved in as he did the same until they met somewhere halfway.  The moment he felt her soft, warm lips press against his an atomic bomb could have gone off outside and he wouldn't have paid it any mind.<br/><br/>The kiss couldn't simply be described in the strictly physical sense.  Vincent had poured all the feelings for Mae that he had held back for so long into it.  All of the hopes, dreams, and love he had ever felt for her gave it shape, allowing them to guide it in ways that would cause it to be an injustice to simply focus on the way their tongues mingled within the embrace of their sealed lips.  To Vincent, the kiss had been more of an emotional action than it had been a physical one.  So liberating was the chance to open up to Mae without reservation that it had actually caused his entire body to react as it became overwhelmed by the sensation.  The most predominate of which had been in his arms and hands with the way they held her as if he there was nothing in this 'verse that would have been capable of separating them in any sense of the word.