<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"></span><div class="floatleft">(http://s13.postimage.org/tbe7h5cgz/007.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Rome Ivos Dotson.<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Defense against the Dark Arts Professor. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Amsterdam Restaurant.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Athena. <br/><br/></span><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Every single one of her teases and intamte touches were met two fold by his own actions, a constant teasing smile on his face as he did not even bother to pretend to be oblivious and touch in secrecy, but as he watched her legs cross and her heel touch as his shin, his own right leg tilted to the side and raised lightly, hooking his foot by the back of her heel, and having his entire lower leg pressed up against her own, leaving the dangled leg more room to...explore, whatever it could touch.  His head tilting, a teasing, desire filled spark in his eyes as he looked at her, as if to say I'm up for the challenge, bring more. <br/><br/>When she leaned in close, his instinctive reaction was to slide his arm behind her and wrap it around her waist, letting his fingers softly clasp her the narrow side of her flat stomach, and in the process pull her just a little bit closer. No longer was she just almost touching him, but now her hip was pressed into his own, and the way she leaned in so he could smell her hair made sure that their cheeks grazed one another if but for a moment, Rome taking the chance to turn his head so the side of his nose would press up against her cheek, and his lips would lightly press into her neck. He was tempted, oh so tempted to open them and steal that first kiss, but he teased with a but a graze until the waiter showed up. <br/><br/>As Athena talked to him, he did not bother shifting his head nor his leg, which slowly slid up and down to caress against Athena's calf. He could not care less if the waiter watched him tease her with grazes of her lips, or that his fingers were slowly sliding from her upper thigh to her hip, just to maintain an intimate and warm touch. Once the drinks arrived and the waiter left, he finally tilted his head so that his lips and nose separated, only for his face to be less than an inch away from her own, her voice a seductive purr, his breath flowing against her lips when he talked, nearly brushing against her if he just leaned in a little bit more.<br/><br/>"Oh, I can only think of one thing at the moment that would truly satisfy..." his words were a low, throaty whisper, his teeth snapping at her before a grin came along his face from the familiar act she teased him so with. Oh he was just begging her for more, as if to tell her that she could do anything to him at this table, and he would <em>thoroughly</em> participate. </span>