<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=52213.msg2434109#msg2434109">Quote from: Kyoudai on November 10, 2009, 01:25:04 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Was she... teasing him?  He liked that.  He liked that a lot, actually.  It made him a little bit more brave in answering the question a little more honestly.  He watched her look back up at him after adjusting her skirt with a sweet smile that could have made him melt.  She wanted him to clarify his answer?  Alright, he would do just that.  He felt pretty confident at this point that she actually wanted his real answer.<br/><br/>He leaned forward and looked at her with a grin.<br/><br/>"What I mean is, I'd happily discard my controller and give you my undivided attention for a peak at whatever you've got under that tank top and skirt."  He said truthfully.  <br/><br/>There...  She wanted to know, and he said it.  And this time he wasn't stopping himself from imagining what she was wearing under her tank top and skirt.  Now he was very curious to know what she planned to do with his answer to her question. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She expected this answer, yes. She didn't expect her heart to drop into her lower stomach and then slowly flutter back up into her chest. She watched him and stayed quiet for a moment. Until now, she slowly grinned, as if breaking the seriousness of the moment. She just grinned a little bit more and she shook her head a bit, looking down to her lap, and then back up. Oh, she felt defeated for ruining the moment.<br/><br/>It was the kind of game they had going where they were just waiting for one to back down a bit instead of answering the question truthfully. And he had gotten her, but she didn't want him to win, so she recovered quickly.<br/><br/>"Oh really? Well, that is promising. At least I know you will readily be attempting to satisfy me, whether you can follow through or not. I was just hoping you weren't one of those crazy men who ask a woman out of the way of the television when she's in some sexy lingerie, attempting to get your attention. Seemingly, no is a safe answer. I wouldn't say you'd do that." She grinned softly, continuing to stare deep into his eyes.<br/><br/>Did she think he could follow through? Oh, of course she did. It was more of a test of his reaction to her questioning whether he could satisfy her or not. He could leave the comment as is, and continue on with conversation, or he could defend in the way she had said what she said. It was almost as if she questioned if he was all talk or not. She really wondered how he would react, and she was having so much fun teasing him and getting his responses.<br/><br/>Sophie was so absolutely lost in his eyes. He was driving her absolutely mad, right down to the last gold speck inside of his beautiful brown eyes. He had that confidence about him that she was very attracted to. A man who would call her bluff, as he just did, was so incredibly sexy. Her mind wandered, imagining his voice in her ear, saying much dirtier things.<br/><br/>Her face became just a bit red, and she attempted to put this out of her mind. Just the image alone seemed to excite her. Again, she slowly uncrossed her legs, and crossed her legs the opposite way again, slowly brushing his leg underneath the table in the process.<br/><br/>She didn't feel as if she had to apologize. She didn't mean to, but when she realized she had been slowly brushing her shoe along his leg, she decided to see if she could tease him a bit more. She adjusted her skirt once more, and her shoe left his leg and found its right place over her other leg.<br/><br/>Sophia just continued to watch his face, wondering if he would react to her very suggestive leg touch. It had been slow. Slow and sensual along his leg, but for no more than about eight seconds did her shoe and his leg meet. She broke the eye contact, and took a long drink of wine, and smiled as the waiter set down the dessert in front of the two of them. She had only looked up at the waiter, and she subconsciously fixed her shirt slowly, and she met Jason's eyes again.