(by Zsfi)

(by Zsófi)

She takes advantage of their closeness to indulge in his scent and warmth, the temptation to simply pull him into an embrace at the front of her mind--he wouldn't mind if she just caved and pulled that tape measure out of his hands, would he? Perhaps she would've given in if he'd lingered any longer; instead she settled for loosely holding onto his broad shoulders.

His tone and question makes her draw in a sharp, shallow breath, her grip on his shoulders tightening. In a low whisper that betrays more than she knows, she answers,

"What if I said I do?"

But she doesn't try to hold him in place--she'd like for them to finish this, after all.

She does as she's told when he pulls away, keeping her arms flush to her sides as he measures her chest. Her eyes are on his hands; anticipating, almost tempting. Unsure whether to be impressed or disappointed that he did nothing.

But when he gazes at with that soft affection, she can't help but soften too. A tender smile curls her lips and this time she's the one that moves closer, her fingers trailing down his arms until she finds his hands. She intertwines their fingers.

"Hmm... You might have said something not too long ago," she says, teasing. "I don't think you like the way I look as much as I like the way you look, though."

Dressing Up {Closed with @dolasach}

(Continued)

"Working on a new project. I need to have some data in place to go off of." He explains as his hands fall slowly to her hips, not missing the opportunity to let them fall a little farther than needed, but he does indeed actually need her measurements, and notes the correct numeral and has to step away to write it down, and returns to her.

His hands slide across her upper back, there's strength there that he's glad for. Nimble fingers graze against her upper bicep on one arm while he takes note of its shape and takes that number too.

"You're strong, Miss." He lets his lips fall to her ear. "You're beautiful."

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Sorry Jeremiah, but Dolasach's laughing at the unfortunate mistake, though she at least tries to hide it a little by covering her mouth with her hand.

"All my points, huh?" she says after calming down. "Alright. You earned quite a lot of them yourself anyway."

Not that it lessened her determination to keep holding on to those points--they earned so many from all the co-op games they played, more than her usual solo earnings!

"If I win... Hm... Well, you already offered to pay for what we get at the snack bar, and help figure out how to get Raf to join us next time..."

"How about... *One* honest answer to any question? Nothing soul-baring, but just something I've been curious about."

(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo

Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.

Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.

Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?

It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.

->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>