<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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">As her legs draped across his lap, a wide grin came along his lips and his free hand almost instantly slid up to land on the small area of explosed skin along her thigh, gently caressing his hands along it, fingers teasing the goosebumps along her skin as his attention was completely drawn by her. He leaned into her touch, his lips kissing at her fingers whenever they passed his lips so intimately, so affectionately, her soft fingers warm against his touch, drawing him in even further as she finally lands her hand at the hair of his lower neck, having him tilt his head a little forward. <br/><br/>She laughed, and it brought a handsome smile to his face when she did. There was something enticing about it, something adorable, and it gave him joy to know that he made her enjoy herself in laughter. And then their foreheads pressed, and their lips nearly touched as she spoke to tease him further and threatning to move away from him until he could make a rational decision. A small coy smile came along his lips, and his hand raised from her leg to slide his fingers through the threads of her hair and brush it back lightly, softly letting his hand slide down to her cheek, having his thumb caress the skin ever so softly, pushing their foreheads a little more against one another, his lips brushing lightly into her own. <br/><br/>"You do not know how difficult it is, to restrain myself from pressing my lips to yours and kissing you before another breath was taken..." he bit down on his lower lip lightly, his hand at her him pushing her a little forward so that she would slide onto his lap, letting her legs drape sideways still. "But the fillet is rather good." He ended, with a small affectionate smile on his face, his breath hot on her lips, avoiding her threat by answering her question. </span>