<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=52213.msg2435631#msg2435631">Quote from: Kyoudai on November 10, 2009, 01:26:00 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>Jason only smiled back at her reply.  Naturally this was about the answer he expected, and even hoped for.  Jason never had been the type of guy who liked one night stands, and he was actually a little relieved that Sophia wasn't the type of girl to take her top off for a stranger just because he asked.  He smiled at her, thinking to himself that she really was turning out to be the perfect girl.  <br/><br/>He was now unsure whether or not to continue the flirting.  He was certainly not a pushy jerk who would do anything to get into a girl's pants as soon as possible.  However, the slightly suggestive way she ate the cake off his fork still kept him feeling the flirty atmosphere, which was his intention when he offered it anyway.  So he decided to follow up to her last response.<br/><br/>"I'll look forward to it."  He said with an honest smile.  "Feel free to test me on that promise anytime."<br/><br/>They finished the cake, and it was excellent.  He would have to compliment Jon on the meal as a whole later.  The server brought the bill, and Jason handed him is credit card without even looking at it.  It didn't matter, any price would have been worth it for what he had found this evening. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sophia bit her bottom lip and then grinned softly in response to his comment, and she continued to let him feed her. Occasionally, she would steal the fork from him, brushing his hand gently, and she would offer him a bite of cake. Once, in a bit of a flirty way, and then the second time, letting a small bit get the corner of his mouth and she giggled softly about this.<br/><br/>When the server brought out the bill, she went for her purse, and looked at him. "Okay, how much do I owe you?" She asked him when the receipt came back for him to sign and tip the waiter.<br/><br/>It was a test, yes, of course. She didn't expect him to tell her what she owed for her dinner, not because she was used to men spoiling her, but more so because she could tell the type of person he was. He was quite the gentleman.<br/><br/>She would have probably been shocked if he happened to give her a figure. Sure, she had cash on her because she had some pretty horrible first dates in the past, and who knows where she would have wound up considering she let him pick her up at her apartment.<br/><br/>As she waited for his response, she began to fantasize about him a bit. He really turned her on in a way she had not let any other man do to her. She was a bit taken a-back, considering she was sure she could not even control what he did to her. His eyes would search hers and there would be this look in his eyes that drove her mad.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she imagined him standing up and ripping the table cloth from the table. With one wide swift movement, his hand cleared everything on the table, and he would press her back on top of the table in the middle of the restaurant.<br/><br/>His lips would be on hers, and his hands would be wandering to places that were becoming moist at the fantasy she was having in her mind. She snapped out of it, only a few seconds really going by as she had her fantasy in her mind.<br/><br/>Sophie continued to wait for her answer, her purse in her lap, ready to help with the bill if asked, but she wasn't expecting to.