“Can you tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue?” -> Van Helsing (@dxotype)
Sexual Tension Starters | OPEN
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The question drew an amused chuckle from the monster hunter sitting across from her. Leaned back in his chair, away from the papers of theirs they were currently looming over. Perhaps they had been here just a bit too long and were getting stir-crazy. That was what the question implied at least. A break was in order, he supposed.
“No, I’m afraid not,” he rumbled out, clearing his throat as he removed his spectacles. “I’m afraid my own tongue is not so dexterous as many— not for folding or making clovers or tying cherry stems into knots. Physically, it’s simply not as flexible as some others. Though it is quite dexterous all the same, and I’m sure you know that firsthand, my dear. You’ve experienced it first hand after all.” A suggestive raise of the eyebrows accompanied another smooth chuckle from the man as he placed a hand on Elsa’s knee, leaning in a bit.
“Speaking of, we have been at this quite a while. We haven’t stopped to fetch ourselves refreshments or even something to eat,” his tone shifted, lowering and growing velvety in its quality as he gently took Elsa’s hands in his own, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her waist. As he leaned closer with lidded eyes and a sultry glow in his irises, his nose brushed her, and following were his lips hovering mere millimeters away from hers. His breath brushed her soft skin as he spoke only so she could hear.
“Perhaps we could spare a small break in our research for now and I could put my lips to good use in ways only you know how, my dear Elsa?”
