[Innocent or not, it was an opening that the strategic part of Jing Yuan's mind wouldn't pass up. It was a small risk he's pleased to see has paid off, looking like the cat that has gotten the cream as Weiss pulls back.]
It isn't much, but it's private. Has its own bath.
[He gives her a little more space as she calls for the check, but he doesn't have the same concerns as her about their whereabouts; nobody is paying attention to them, all the other guests absorbed in their own affairs.
At first, when his hand slips beneath the table, he just rests it on her thigh near her knee. It's a cursory touch, lingering just long enough that she could push his hand away before he strokes it upwards up her skirt. It's more thrilling than he expects, his next breath a little deeper as he strokes a thumb over the curve where her thigh meets her hip.]
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It isn't much, but it's private. Has its own bath.
[He gives her a little more space as she calls for the check, but he doesn't have the same concerns as her about their whereabouts; nobody is paying attention to them, all the other guests absorbed in their own affairs.
At first, when his hand slips beneath the table, he just rests it on her thigh near her knee. It's a cursory touch, lingering just long enough that she could push his hand away before he strokes it upwards up her skirt. It's more thrilling than he expects, his next breath a little deeper as he strokes a thumb over the curve where her thigh meets her hip.]
Would you like to stay the night?