[ One couldn't blame Hilda for being left unawares; it's not like there was any explicit signs that anything around here was laced or not. The last date Ragna went on, he'd at least figured out some tells. Like when you go to the movie theatre here and they ask if you'd like "extra butter" for your popcorn? You say no thanks unless you're intentionally looking for another type of good time— the kind that makes it very hard to pay attention to what's playing on the big screen. With Ragna left, for better or for worse, unknowing of the lady's knowledge (or lack thereof) of the resort...at least there's less doubts being cast over the two of them when she takes on more than a chancing glance of him.
It's no different from why he's finding himself flicking his mismatched gaze back on her. It's nothing. He thinks it's nothing. Except for the fact that his barbeque skewer is a combination of savoury and sweet. It's a pairing, one after the other of the hybrid Peaplumto fruit from the orchard and the heavily pushed Flamin’ Hop meat. Despite his longer tenure at the resort, he's never taken a bite into any of this "forbidden fruit" before. The sweltering waves of heat that radiate from inside his chest and spreads to his limbs was easy enough to pass on this faux tropical weather. As was the growing impulse to keep his eyes on her as she laughs slightly before closing what little distance is left between them.
With a more innocent blink, he bends down for her as he watches what she's about to do. Any other time, and he may have drawn back or been more reluctant. Months may have tempered him, and touch-starved as he'd been long before coming here, his drive was middling at best. ...until somebody or something helped flip that switch. He was shier than he lets on; yet pull the curtain back on him just a little more, and the spark Hilda lights in him by wiping the lingering sauce and sliding her digit between those pretty lips... ]
A-Ah...
[ Shit. He's transfixed on her lips. On the glistening end of her finger that was being sucked on. And those vibrant rose hues of hers when she flips the handsome remark on him, the swell of her full bust in that stunner of a two-piece in his peripheral. Because he's already enjoyed his fair share of the spicy special, it's not just a familiar, growing desire in the pit of his stomach that's becoming harder to resist with her so close and personal to him.
It's an impulse, the half-eaten skewer in his free hand almost forgotten in his hold as he clears his throat, gaze heavier-lidded upon her. ]
Somebody's thorough... [ A beat. Before his mind can catch up with his lips as he adds: ] Now can I thank you proper?
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It's no different from why he's finding himself flicking his mismatched gaze back on her. It's nothing. He thinks it's nothing. Except for the fact that his barbeque skewer is a combination of savoury and sweet. It's a pairing, one after the other of the hybrid Peaplumto fruit from the orchard and the heavily pushed Flamin’ Hop meat. Despite his longer tenure at the resort, he's never taken a bite into any of this "forbidden fruit" before. The sweltering waves of heat that radiate from inside his chest and spreads to his limbs was easy enough to pass on this faux tropical weather. As was the growing impulse to keep his eyes on her as she laughs slightly before closing what little distance is left between them.
With a more innocent blink, he bends down for her as he watches what she's about to do. Any other time, and he may have drawn back or been more reluctant. Months may have tempered him, and touch-starved as he'd been long before coming here, his drive was middling at best. ...until somebody or something helped flip that switch. He was shier than he lets on; yet pull the curtain back on him just a little more, and the spark Hilda lights in him by wiping the lingering sauce and sliding her digit between those pretty lips... ]
A-Ah...
[ Shit. He's transfixed on her lips. On the glistening end of her finger that was being sucked on. And those vibrant rose hues of hers when she flips the handsome remark on him, the swell of her full bust in that stunner of a two-piece in his peripheral. Because he's already enjoyed his fair share of the spicy special, it's not just a familiar, growing desire in the pit of his stomach that's becoming harder to resist with her so close and personal to him.
It's an impulse, the half-eaten skewer in his free hand almost forgotten in his hold as he clears his throat, gaze heavier-lidded upon her. ]
Somebody's thorough... [ A beat. Before his mind can catch up with his lips as he adds: ] Now can I thank you proper?
( OOC; Spice is Nice then! o7 )