[ she'd tried to make sure they had time to leave at leisure. she'd planned the reservation for late enough in the evening that she could get home and change, left enough time in between to walk to the groundtram and then a block or so to the restaurant, made sure she'd even have enough time to check in with rey beforehand to make sure nothing was amiss.
what was that they said about best laid plans?
best of intentions aside, daisy forgets all of her carefully planned scheduling all too quickly, her attentions sliding to focus on the warm give-and-take the empathy bond provides. these days, there's little surprise in it. warmth, more so than anything else; mutually given, the hint of desire that swells each time their mouths meet, but trust and contentment and comfort surrounding it. it's not desperate or needy, just. familiar.
it's only once a neighbor's car alarm sounds in the distance that daisy pulls away, eyes squinting at the clock on the wall only to flutter wide in recognition. ]
Oh, shit, [ a hurried press of her lips to his, and then she's scrambling to her feet, doing her best to smooth out the twists in the straps on her shoulders from his wandering hands. ] Come on. We're gonna be so late.
[ if they take the groundtram, that is. she's already flicking through options on the driverless taxi service they took last time, trying to see if the rates will work. it's pricier than she would like, but, well. she'd rather be broke than lose the reservation.
or worse, make rey think they left her there on purpose. ]
[ it ends far too soon. one minute her lips are pressed against his hand and his hand are on her back, thinking of tugging those straps down and the next, she's several feet away from him, fixing her dress and looking frantic.
he's never been the slow one but he's slow right now, trying to recover from the gradual slide he'd been taking into getting caught up and lost in touching her. it hasn't gotten to the point where he needs to excuse himself and adjust his pants but a few more moments and that would have happened.
no, he's only to the point of licking his lips, straightening his hair and eventually rising to his feet. his suit's a little wrinkled but he does his best to brush the worst of them out. ]
We will get there. Don't panic. [ he wasn't going to let her pay for it all on her own either. so, they could take a taxi and get there quick enough. ] If we leave now, we'll be a few minutes late. It happens.
[ and it wouldn't be worse because she'd been the responsible one and noticed the time. ]
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what was that they said about best laid plans?
best of intentions aside, daisy forgets all of her carefully planned scheduling all too quickly, her attentions sliding to focus on the warm give-and-take the empathy bond provides. these days, there's little surprise in it. warmth, more so than anything else; mutually given, the hint of desire that swells each time their mouths meet, but trust and contentment and comfort surrounding it. it's not desperate or needy, just. familiar.
it's only once a neighbor's car alarm sounds in the distance that daisy pulls away, eyes squinting at the clock on the wall only to flutter wide in recognition. ]
Oh, shit, [ a hurried press of her lips to his, and then she's scrambling to her feet, doing her best to smooth out the twists in the straps on her shoulders from his wandering hands. ] Come on. We're gonna be so late.
[ if they take the groundtram, that is. she's already flicking through options on the driverless taxi service they took last time, trying to see if the rates will work. it's pricier than she would like, but, well. she'd rather be broke than lose the reservation.
or worse, make rey think they left her there on purpose. ]
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he's never been the slow one but he's slow right now, trying to recover from the gradual slide he'd been taking into getting caught up and lost in touching her. it hasn't gotten to the point where he needs to excuse himself and adjust his pants but a few more moments and that would have happened.
no, he's only to the point of licking his lips, straightening his hair and eventually rising to his feet. his suit's a little wrinkled but he does his best to brush the worst of them out. ]
We will get there. Don't panic. [ he wasn't going to let her pay for it all on her own either. so, they could take a taxi and get there quick enough. ] If we leave now, we'll be a few minutes late. It happens.
[ and it wouldn't be worse because she'd been the responsible one and noticed the time. ]