Quickest way to a man's heart

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[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.] 

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[He's not thinking clearly, though he's thinking and Allen is very aware he's thinking. Thinking on things like why he's sudden looser and accepting the closeness of their bodies without a degree of caution. The continual granting of treats tugs his attention away as does the usual sensation of her body against his.

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.]