[The breath he takes is long, deep, and very tired. He could probably use a nap right now, although he knows that the need for it will dissipate in a couple of minutes. The air is filled with her scent, even with the effects of whatever got him stirring fade away, and Dante removes his hand from below her skirt to stroke his thumb around her cheek as he pulls back.
Sure, whatever aphrodisiac he had been under has been sated somehow, but Dante finds that there's very little difference now that his mind is clear. Perhaps just the click of a door opening to an already heated room.
He presses his lips softly to hers, and grins.] Not that I'm complaining, but this was not what I had in mind when I invited you over to talk.
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Sure, whatever aphrodisiac he had been under has been sated somehow, but Dante finds that there's very little difference now that his mind is clear. Perhaps just the click of a door opening to an already heated room.
He presses his lips softly to hers, and grins.] Not that I'm complaining, but this was not what I had in mind when I invited you over to talk.