Grazing a hand over their thigh, applying slow, deliberate pressure. / this but kristen's doing it under a table to kass.
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It should have been obvious that they wouldn't have made it through the night without continuing the quick fling in the hotel room in some capacity. By miracle, they made it through appetizers, but the glances they were throwing each other's way had spoken volumes. They weren't done with each other. The wine didn't help, and by the time the main courses arrived and Kassandra was enjoying her rack of lamb, she felt it, slow and light at first. A hand along her thigh, grazing along the fine fabric of her suit pants.
Golden eyes glance up to see the hint of green underneath those glasses of hers. A knowing look, the kind that says I know what you're doing. But not one that is protesting any of it.
But that pressure builds and she's losing focus on the succulent shank in front of her. She looks down at her meat again, trying to focus on cutting her next bite when she feels a little squeeze. "You're lucky our table isn't in the center of this restaurant." She utters, moving her other leg forward to rub her foot along the other woman's calf. "You're going to make the trip back to the hotel absolutely excruciating you know." Her tone is low as she takes a bite of the steak, making direct eye contact with her now. "You just want to watch me squirm in anticipation, don't you?"
