You and Akane sit in silence, her eyes are locked onto the menu. You, however, can't take your eyes off of her. The Soft pink hue of her nimble fingers peak from behind the menu, her supple flesh making a fresh wave of guilt crash over you. The air is charged with your guilt and nervous energy, the romantic and needy air that you both walked in with is almost completely dissipated.
"Hmmmm..." Akane hums to herself cutely, face hidden behind her menu, her soft scent finds your nose weakly. You take a deep breath of her scent and finally look at your own menu. "The steak here is supposed to be good..." Akane says from behind the menu, her soft melodic voice sending delighted shivers through you. "Y yeah..." you stutter a nervous reply.
A server finally approaches your table, she's a small girl, smaller than Akane, with short black hair pulled over one eye in a curtain hairstyle. Her uniform is the same as the waitress/server earlier, "Hey how are you guys?" Her voice was high and feminine but with a slight masculine edge. "Oh hey, we're good," Akane smiles, her lips forming that tempting crescent shape that makes you want to kiss her. "What can I do you guys for?" The girl asked, returning Akane's smile in a friendly manner. "Ummm, can I have the ribeye cooked medium rare with a side of salad please?" Akane says, her tone perking up. The server jots down her order on a note pad, "and for the gentleman?"
"I'll have the same but with a side of roast potatoes instead of salad please," you say eyes once more locked onto the goddess that is Akane Himena.
You hear the scribbling of pen on paper, "Any drinks?" she asks. Akane thinks for a while, you watch her eyebrows furrow neatly and her mouth form a thin concentrated line. Her beauty washes over you in waves of radiant heat, "I'll just have a water please," Akane says, her mouth twitching cutely.
"Same for me please," you add still staring at Akane, your eyes never wondering from her face, never dropping to look at her breasts pressing against the fabric of her beautiful black dress.
"Certainly, your food will be with you in just a moment," the server says, turning away and heading back towards that she-demon's desk and the kitchens.
You continue your guilty stare.
When Akane finally notices your stare she looks away blushing and pouting slightly, although she forgave you it's clear she is still mad or at very least uncomfortable with your eyes.
You look down fearful of messing up your chance with her, your neck muscles creaking audibly in your head as it swivels to focus on the soft red tablecloth and the pale purple embroidery on its edge. The pattern is elaborate and technical, each bit of cloth delicately stitched. The slight imperfection hints at human work, each loop isn't quite the same size, each stitch unevenly spaced, most probably hand stitched, painstaking hours of embroidery by hand.
You hear an exasperated sigh from across the table, "you know I'm not mad anymore right? I mean, you did it to continue the date without too many problems sooo..." Her voice is hesitant with an angry front, however it's edged with worry.
Her eyes aren't angry despite the furrowed brow, her eyes are clear and worry filled as if she were the one who had ruined the atmosphere from earlier, "I know but that doesn't stop me from having done it and ruined the mood..." You say dejectedly, your voice dropping, tone softer but deeper, an almost depressing tone. Your eyes remain locked on the edge of the table cloth in guilty focus. Another audible sigh breaks her lips, "come here," she says.
You look up, neck straining against your subconsciousness to raise your head, eyes glancing to the side guiltily. "Look at me," she asserts in a pseudo dominant tone. You obey slowly, muscles moving slower than a rusted joint.
Your eyes finally meet hers, you see a flash of fire in her beautiful pink eyes.
Her soft hands reach out and bracket you head roughly with a vice like grip. Her soft hands doing little to cushion you, her fingers dig into your skull possessively, "I already forgave you, you numbskull, stop acting guilty, stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about her when I'm right here, don't think of her when you see me." Her voice is like a general's, commanding and calm, the opposite of what you'd expect from her after what you did.
Your heart beats faster, each beat thumps against your ribs like a drum, each echoing thud of blood being pumped through your body feels like thunder rolling through your chest cavity. "Look at me Karmen," the way she says your name sends thick shivers down your spine, setting fireworks off in your brain. "Don't look away, don't even think about it," Her voice is accentuated by the gradual increase in pressure either side of your skull, sending dull throbbing pain through your head.
Your neck muscles work overtime to fight her grip enough to flex up and down in a restrained, slow nod, "Use your words," her voice is more agressive now, scratchy with need, a need to hear you admit that you're going to forget that moment, that you're going to make it up to her. That you are hers and that you're going to listen.
"Y yes..." Your voice comes out slightly louder, more like your usual voice (the voice you've used since you met her, your happy voice).
Akane smiles, her mouth twitching cutely in that perfect upward curve, "good now since no ones looking and we are behind this curtain," she looks at you with a seductive edge, "how about we have an appetizer?" she says pulling your face close to hers, "pucker up."
Her mouth crashes into yours, her tongue probing your lips, sending a soft steady tingling along your body, her slick appendage probes past your lips, you let it in, your own tongue coming to meet hers in hesitant slightly jerky movements. The taste of her saliva washes through you; its thick, sweet taste coats your mouth and teeth as she takes command of your mouth.
Her thick scent becomes intoxicating you once more, her smell making you unsteady and needy. You wonder what type of perfume she's wearing.
She pulls away, a thin strand of saliva still attaches her to you. "I think that's enough for now," Akane says, eyes slitted in pleasure, "so feeling better?" she asks looking at you deeply through her seductive slitted eyes.
"Yeah... a lot better." You say, giddy and slightly dazed, filled with a strange kind of joy.