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"Are you ready?" Mattheo called impatiently behind the laminated hardwood door of her dormitory. "Babe, you gotta hurry", he continued, without awaiting a response — allowing himself to lean up against the wall opposite of the door, he heaved a long suffering sigh, theatrical as ever with his dramatic display.
Her, him, Theodore, and some unfamiliar girl were going on a 'double-date'. She'd only agreed after Mattheo's relentless persistence. It was likely Theodore had merely bat his eyelashes towards Mattheo, and in the breath following, Mattheo concluded he'd do anything — anything — to coerce her into tagging along.
However, he was behaving as if the roles were reversed, what with all of the complaints he was spewing. "As if it's not bad enough you wrestled me into this tie", he groaned, "and forced that nasty goblin piss medicine down me." He added in a pointed tone, "we'll be losing our reservation too." There was a thud as he hit his forehead lightly against the door frame.
She silently let out a giggle to herself as she heard his dramatics. She opened the door of the bathroom , showing herself to him. She was wearing a lovely, flowing dress with some matching heels. Her hair was perfectly curled and placed behind her shoulders.
"Don't be dramatic now, love. It didn't even take me twenty minutes." Her red lips moved as she spoke calmly.
"Twenty minutes too long." He grumbled, eyeing her up and down but in a more critical manner that one would think. She looked the picture of perfect beauty — a delicate, feminine creature; the epitome of what most men craved. Her curves were accentuated by the way her dress hugged her body, the flow added a seductive flare as it slithered down her body.
He couldn't keep the subtle glance at her legs from wandering, then the soft smile curved at his lips in a devilishly charming manner. "Look at that", he breathed.
"You can look, but you can't touch." She placed a finger on his shoulder teasingly as she walked past to grab her coat.
"Like I'd be able to keep my hands off you." He said, his tone lowering to a more sensual one as his grin widened; a cocky look appeared on his face, his eyes glinting as he took in the sight.
"Even if there are people watching, I couldn't help but give you a squeeze." He added with a playful wink, his gaze moving to her ass.
She took her head at him playfully as she put on her coat. She walked over to the full-length mirror by her bed to double check she looked her best.
His gaze followed her, studying the way her hips swayed in the alluring sensual manner. He wondered how he got so lucky to be dating her — his eyes darted towards the mirror to see her reflection, and his breath hitched in his throat.
He couldn't help but admire her; the way she wore that outfit so confidently and how it highlighted the curves of her body. His eyes narrowed with intent as his gaze darted back to her ass once more. A soft moan left his lips upon witnessing her beauty.
A smile fell upon her lips as she heard the soft moan leave his mouth. "Don't get yourself off before dinner."
"Oh, but I might not last that long." He spoke back, his grin widening, his gaze locked on her. "You look absolutely drop dead gorgeous." He added, taking a step closer to her, his eyes scanning every inch of her body.
"I just want to eat you up." He added breathlessly, his tone lowering to a more seductive one as he placed his hand on her hip.
With the small smile still dancing on her lips, she leaned over, placing a sweet yet quick kiss on his lips, leaving a little bit of her red lipstick behind.
"Thank you, handsome." She wiped his lip with the pad of her thumb before her hands went down to his tie, fixing it.
The simple gesture of her fixing his tie felt like a sensual moment; the way her hands caressed the soft fabric and the way her fingers brushed over his skin sent shivers all down his body.
Mattheo groaned as she brushed her thumb over his lips, rubbing the trace of her lipstick off his mouth — the feeling was incredibly seductive. He couldn't help but lean his body closer to hers, wishing she would never let go.
She tilted her head teasingly at him. "You'll have to wait." She spoke as if she read his mind. "Don't want to make us late now, do you?"
"You're killing me, you know that?" He groaned; he hated that she knew him so well and knew all of his weaknesses.
Her teasing and flirty attitude had him on the verge of taking her then and having no regrets. He wanted to have her all to himself, and if it meant being late for their reservation, then so be it.
But as much as he hated to admit it.. she was right.
She grabbed his hand softly in her own, pulling him towards the exit with her. His eyes never left the sway of her hips and the way the dress hugged her hips; every part of it was arousing.
The way she grabbed and held his hand felt just as enticing — her touch alone made him feel as if he was putty in her hand.
The way she led him to the exit with the seductive look in her eyes and that cocky smile on her lips... Mattheo couldn't wait for dinner to be over. He wanted her now.
