#aria:thread

She hates dates, as a rule. There’s normally, too many awkward lulls and not nearly enough wine. But this date is different-- less date and more an excuse to get into a little trouble. They’re barely seated before she speaks, her red lips curling into a mischevious smile-- “Okay--so--full disclosure-- half the office thinks your in love with me. Also that you may be a serial killer or a virgin--” She waves the waiter towards them and orders a bottle of wine-- before continuing her sentence. “Mm-- where was I? Yes, they think you’re a virgin, thought it’d be funny to start a bet on wether I’d sleep with you. It’s all very infantile. But-- you’re hot. And I like taking money from stupid people. So--” She shrugs her shoulders. “I figured I’d take the bet because I wanted to sleep with you anyway. And also the intense look you give me over coffee makes me think very, very bad things in the middle of board meetings.” She’s relaxed, without pretence in a way that she rarely is, something about him disarm her a little-- makes her a little less put together and a little more honest. She opens the menu and scans it quickly, commenting on the food, like she wasn’t talking about him shagging her senseless mere seconds ago. “mmm-- how do you feel about prawns to start?” 

“bitch, i miss you. also... gianna is hiding in your bedroom eating all your gelato.” 

“you can’t tell anyone--” she’s curled up on his lap-- giggling at the screen, or rather at her inability to watch the screen. “i can do most kinds of horror-- but i’m not fucking with possession. i grew up in nigeria. well partially--” she gives kade a playful glare. “that shit is real.” she glances at the screen before ducking her head back in the crook of his neck. “can’t we watch a slasher film? what is this exorcist nonsense--” aria has faced scarier things-- all things considered. but there’s something oddly comforting about the warmth of kades laugh, and the steady sound of his laughter-- at her antics. with him--she feels safe. she kisses his neck softly. “i can’t stand you.”

 “you’re an idiot-- “ she’s laughing--easy drunken laughter. her legs are in his lap and she’s fairly sure it’s bad conduct in the restaurant but the booths make the inappropriate behavior more than probably. they’re so private---just the way she likes it. “richard--” she spoons tiramisu and wiggles her brows. “wants some?” she eats the spoonful of dessert with a certain relish, smirking at the man the entire time. “come here. taste it off me.” 

Aria is a grown woman-- the kind with a house (a manor really-- if she was being honest)-- the kind who didn’t need to make out in the  back of cars like some teenager who was beholden to the will of her parents. and maybe that’s what made this fun-- the recklessness of it all. the taste of champagne and them clogging up her senses-- the sound of the rain fall against the window-- and their wandering hands--all over her skin. her dress is bunched up at her hips, silky fabric rendered unnecessary. she loves this dress-- but she loves how they feel against her more, insistent-- in a way that felt urgent. can’t wait-won’t wait-- kisses press against the soft skin of her collarbone and the moan she let’s out is filthy. she keeps her hands on them-- undoes buttons until there is more skin to touch-- to feel. she is a moaning--giggling--ecstatic mess. she hasn’t felt this alive in a long time. no deadlines-- nothing-- but them. “...thank you for sitting through that dinner with me. fuckin’ hate these fashion week things--” her words break off as their lips claim hers again. “wanna...maybe-- get out of here before the paps get a shot of my distinct lack of underwear in this dress?” she pulls away-- and catches their heated gaze-- it makes her heart stop a little. “looking at me like that is what got me in trouble in the first place.” 

when he pulls away she’s confused--and dazed-- and then she remembers her duty--turns to her people with her hand still held loosely in his--and smiles.

“If you’re trying to chat me up--either try harder or leave me to my Whiskey in peace.”