Allen Walker (
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Quickest way to a man's heart
[Allen has never been particularly known for brashness when it came to relationships. Other odds and ends, sure; but relationships he took nice and slow under the pressure of acting gentlemanly and proper. He's given leeway in recent months and weeks with Aqua here and there with a willingness to publicly display affection in minor ways.
Still, he's hesitant to go further and thus far she's been accommodating to. So when the offer of dinner is made, he's on board drawn in by his stomach and politeness. The way to man's heart is through his stomach as they say and Allen is no different. If anything, it's a short trip given his love of food.
It's her place, him dressed somewhat casual with a limp long sleeve shirt and worn jeans. He's persistent keeping his left arm under wraps to not frighten people, its appearance unusual to say the least for his occupation as an exorcist. The scars about his body aren't as easily seen, but hidden none the less adding the pile of issues he has with getting more intimate.
With a gentle knock on her door, he waits curious and holding a half smile. Come to think of it, he never did ask her was was for dinner.]
Still, he's hesitant to go further and thus far she's been accommodating to. So when the offer of dinner is made, he's on board drawn in by his stomach and politeness. The way to man's heart is through his stomach as they say and Allen is no different. If anything, it's a short trip given his love of food.
It's her place, him dressed somewhat casual with a limp long sleeve shirt and worn jeans. He's persistent keeping his left arm under wraps to not frighten people, its appearance unusual to say the least for his occupation as an exorcist. The scars about his body aren't as easily seen, but hidden none the less adding the pile of issues he has with getting more intimate.
With a gentle knock on her door, he waits curious and holding a half smile. Come to think of it, he never did ask her was was for dinner.]
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He was always holding himself with such high standards that it was hard for her to relax around him at times. Or get him to relax and enjoy the moment. Which was probably why she went a bit overboard with the food. She didn't just cook some of the food, she contacted a caterer to prepare a whole plethora of things. Even to where all the food took the entirety of her dinner table.
By the time Allen came to her door the scent of different treats were wafting through. Aqua came up to the door wearing a flowy little black dress and greeted him with a kind smile.]
Hello. Come in, I hope you're hungry.
[She opened the door further to show off the spread for the two of them.]
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Maybe she's being inclusive of everything because she isn't sure what he likes Allen thinks. He's not all that open with her admittedly, but he's been trying. His hands falls to his side and with a light chuckle, he leans over eyeing the buffet of food laid out.]
You weren't expecting more company were you?
[While his tone is joking, he's rather hopeful there is otherwise that's a lot to waste and that comes from someone he thoroughly enjoys eating. His gray eyes bounce back more receptive of her dress and admiring its details and wearer.
A soft smile over comes him and he makes his way in still distracted by the table, but attentive enough to bring his eyes back to her once he speaks.]
That dress looks good on you, if you don't mind me saying.
[A hand rubs his neck, that's a bit more assertive right?]
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No, just you and I tonight.
[Aqua softly shuts the door behind her, letting him take in the rest of the spread that's there. There's even a small portion of the table dedicated to desserts. The only thing missing from the entire thing were servers.
But, her attention on the table is drawn away once she hears that complement. It makes her cheeks turn pink.]
...Thank you. I was hoping you'd notice...
[The dress was a little low cut, but it was nice and simple. Aqua's smile turns into a grin as she takes Allen's hand to start him at the head of the table.]
Come, there's a lot to see, taste and eat what you like.
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Ah, well it looks very nice.
[Which is to say it doesn't leave much to imagination. He feels under dressed all things considered when she's wearing something so nice.]
I'm sure I'll like all of it.
[He chimes in taking a closer survey at things. Desserts may have to wait, but his eyes are drawn to them and the portion of the table they take up.]
I don't know where to begin...what about you?
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[Whatever or where ever Allen decided to eat, it was okay with her. Heck, she would even send him home with leftovers. Tons of leftovers for him to eat for lunch, breakfast and dinner for the next...three weeks or so. But she's not blind, she sees where his eyes roamed to first.]
I think you know where you want to start...
[She gently leads him over to the small area of desserts. She plucks a big, fluffy cream puff and puts it neat his lips.]
Go on, have a bite. We can have desserts first then dinner.
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Shouldn't we-
[Oh. Well that's something, the cream puff setting on his lips silencing him and putting his suggestion of eating the other parts first to rest. His mouth opens and takes a majority of it in stride, eating dessert first isn't necessarily unbecoming after all.
He's glad he does to once the taste hits and lighting up his eyes, the strange marking over his left eye jolting along with them.]
That's really good!
[Enough so he's taking the rest of it, chewing, and flushing when he realizes he's eaten right out of her hand. Which isn't that bad and something he sure won't mind doing again. A gentle cough collects him and a smile leads him to taking her hand to seat them. There's a lot to eat, and more to be left over by the looks of it.]
Desserts first, I don't think it'll ruin our appetites too much.
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No, I don't think so. It's okay to have some sweets here and there. And....
[She plucked another treat, a chocolate pastry rolled in powdered sugar. It was only a bite sized piece, so she grabbed two more, just in case Allen wanted more to nibble on.]
I think you should try these next.
[She didn't bother to place the treats in his hand. Instead, she brought the first piece of his lips, letting him take it from her. If he'd let her, she'd do the same with the two other bits, seemingly liking how his tongue glided across her skin that sent shivers up her spine.]
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Allen swallows hard and bites at the chocolate pastry a bit slower than the last offered dish. It's as amazing as the last, maybe more so with the lingering taste and feeling of her palm about his tongue.]
That was good to...perhaps you should try something to...
[He murmurs shifting his eyes from Aqua to the table and back. His right hand pries a wrap like pastry from the table to offer in turn.]
Here...so we both can...try things.
[His words are stumbling, but he's progressing he likes to think. The pastry is pressed to her lips like she had to him, his mouth slightly open to receive and offering in return.]
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When he was done eating out of her hand, she placed her palm on his cheek, thumb grazing over his lower lip.]
You think I should?
[The thought of eating hadn't come across her mind, but since he is offering, why not? Her stomach rumbles a little, telling her she actually does need to eat something. She picks up a chocolate covered eclair, placing it to his lips while she takes a bite of the offered pastry. She can't help but shudder from the sheer sweetness and deliciousness of it. The cream, the flakiness of the dough, it's all so wonderful.
Aqua continued to eat out of Allen's hand, enjoying herself greatly. Without thinking, she picks up a tart for him to eat next. It feels like the more she eats and watches him eat, the more excited she gets.]
Mmm, I don't think, I've ever tasted something so sweet in a such a long time.
[The words spill out in between bites of pastry, locking eyes with Allen as her tongue flicks across his palm.]
May I have another, please?
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A shiver strikes his body from the pass at his lower lip. That's very- very outside his traditional comfort zone, but he lets it pass. In fact he's letting a lot of this pass and giving no second thought to what's rattling his brain to make things easier to accept...though her dress, eyes, and table of food does put him off kilter.]
I do, a lot.
[The sweet treats are downed too fast relatively speaking, Allen at a loss when the pastries are gone from her hand and his tongue passing at her palm. She's sweeter than sweets by the taste of it or he's deluded from how much he likes her. Either or, more is not a question when he reaches out for another treat finding something of the normal sort in the form of a brownie tops with frosting.
An ache starts at his stomach to more he chews, licks, and watches her eat. It's unrelated to hunger, least hunger for food. They really ought to stop...but they haven't too far. Not yet. There isn't harm in dipping toes in the water, right?]
Many as you like.
[He smiles, warm and comes closer becoming more aware of they're body heat.]
I do believe it is the sweetest thing I've had in a long time to...very sweet.
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She fails to realize how the extra pastries are effecting her body. Just the few things she's had have filled out her form. Her lean form gives way to a fuller one. A girl with curves, filling out her dress more and giving Allen a better view of her cleavage.]
MM, I can think of one thing that's sweeter...
[There's a coy smile as she says those words, offering him another fruit tart to eat from her hand. Whatever he offers, she eats, savoring the sweetness and richness of the food. Her tongue swipes over his palm, pressing a kiss.]
You're much sweeter than anything here.
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She’s never been particularly well endowed leaving him to assume it’s how her black dress clings to her body he’s seeing curves. An enduring voice of reason chides him for looking and lingers on her cleavage, gray eyes darting back away and looking back into hers.]
Are you sure about that?
[The fruit based tart goes down smooth, his tongue lapping at her palm longer than it needs when no crumb is left. The loose nature of his sweater like attire hides his slight roundness, one he doesn’t feel building thanks to the distraction offered by Aqua herself and the food she’s giving him.
After swallowing he steps closer again. He feels hot, too hot in his long sleeves. Hands roll up the sleeves exposing his left arm’s unusual color and texture. It’s far more apparent than the odd scar over his left eye, but it’s never been of problem with Aqua.
However the problem of heat and stirring in his loins does bother him. The acting of feeding and being feed shouldn't have that effect on him, but alas it is and his steadfast pious habits are failing him when a soft pant falls after a bite from her hand.]
Because I think you’re the sweetest thing here.
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...You're too kind, Allen.
[Aqua murmured, bridging the distance between them, shuddering from their round bodies coming into contact with one another, and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. What was meant to be a chaste, romantic kiss, began to turn heated. She caught faint crumbs of the tart on his lips. She deepened the kiss, letting her tongue sneak out to catch those tiny bits of heaven and gave his lower lip a long suck. The heat blooming in her body began to increase, washing over her form as she pressed more of herself against him.]
Mmm, Allen...
[The bluenette murmured, pulling back briefly to put a small chocolate covered almond in her mouth. She kept the nut between her teeth and offered it to her beloved that way.]
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Aqua's somewhat pudgy body. His blinks of surprise are cut short, lips caught with hers and heat stemming from there tot he rest of him. Oh, that was most certainly a tongue there and the bits of missed frosting he bets aren't what she was aiming for.]
It's well deserved kindness...
[It's as much he can utter finding his hands hovering dangerously close to her hips. Good as the food is, the build warmth has him dropping it in favor of having her and he's- he's actually very okay with this.
Allen takes the chocolate covered almond, teeth sinking in to snap it in half and to have his lips taking her's. It's his turn to slide his tongue across her lips picking stray bits of sweetness. Need for breath breaks him away with tiny pants and hands hesitantly falling on her hips. Her rather shapely hips.]
I don't...remember you being this...curvy...I like it, a lot.
[Which is nothing to say of his own belly bump lost under his sweater and fullness lost in the warmth of his loins.]