Another visit. Another rather early departure. Another moment to be stretched out longer than needed, just as she's about to leave. She steps closer, close enough to lightly touch her chest against his. One hand rose to lay over is pectoral and the other cups his jawline, running a thumb over his warm cheek slowly. She's close enough to feel his breath against her nose and lips, but she doesn't move in any closer. She only gazes for a moment. Then smiles. Then leans away. "Good night, Judah~"
He’s been expecting this, the moment she made herself known earlier in the night. Their previous encounter seldom left his thoughts of late. He’s prone to over-analyzing… Thinking first the whys and logical reasons behind his and other’s actions. But now, as Adrianna puts her hands on him once again, Judah can’t seem to put his bottled up emotions at ease.
Before she’s able to step back any further, leave him defenseless, regretful, another time, Judah takes hold of the slender wrist at his cheek. In swift motion her hand is pulled from him entirely, but the distance breaks as he leans in himself – there is no more to grieve over. No more to wait for. His lips meet hers in a kiss; brief, but with want. Need? He pulls himself away then and watches her for a moment. Soon he’s back even further from her, out of reach.
There’s that squint in his eyes again, which indicate a smile more than anything – He’s gotten what he’s wanted now, and perhaps Adrianna as well. The countless remarks, the more than occasional brush of cold skin against his, the one too many prolonged stares. It’s all come to fruition here and he’s a fool for this, no doubt… But he’s satisfied.
Judah turns to the club’s entrance as before and begins his walk to the doors. There follows a small wave of his hand, yet his back remains turned on her. He leaves with few words.
“Good night, Adrianna.”
