A Quaint, Italian Date (Closed)

[Shadowcat]

Kitty tilted her head slightly and moved her hands down to Doug's shoulders. She tentatively parted her lips against his.

[Cypher]

Doug moved his tongue, very slowly, in between Kitty's parted lips, taking their opening as invitation to do so. Though drunk, for the most part, he was gentle, slow. He didn't like to rush things.

[Shadowcat]

Kitty pressed her tongue gently against Doug's, once more overcome by hormones and emotion. She gripped his shoulders and whined quietly.

[Cypher]

Her quiet whine only fueled his desire for her, and he let his hands roam, moving back and forth over her bare shoulders. He slid them up over her face and deftly pulled the bun from her hair, letting fall over her shoulders. A quiet groan escaped him.

[Shadowcat]

As Doug's hands moved over Kitty's body, hers wandered, also. She ran her fingertips gently down his back and started to tug at the back of his tucked-in shirt. Her tongue moved with more urgency against his, her mouth opening wider.

[Cypher]

Doug responded in kind, running his fingertips through her hair. It was just as smooth and silky as he had imagined; the thought made him smile. He liked Kitty; she was smart, funny, brave, and oh-so-deliciously gorgeous, no matter her outfit or appearance. His hands went back to her shoulders, running down her arms and back up.

[Shadowcat]

Having successfully untucked Doug's shirt, Kitty reached underneath and pressed her palms against his bare skin. Knowing that things were moving way too fast, Kitty drew back slightly, letting her lips close against his, she gave him several less intense kisses in a row.

[Cypher]

As her mouth closed, he pulled his tongue back into his own, closing it as well. Groaning quietly, he kissed her back quickly, little fast pecks on the lips. His hands now lay rested on her shoulders, but hers on his back felt so good. His eyes seemed to roll back in his head.

[Shadowcat]

Kitty rested her cheek on Doug's hand, which rested on her shoulder, and closed her eyes. She was tingling all over and felt heated. She kept her hands against his back, partly to keep him there, and partly because she loved the feel of his skin. After a quiet pause, she looked up at him again. "I had an amazing time tonight, Doug. Thank you so much."

[Cypher]

Gazing down into her eyes, Doug's lips turned up at the corners, his eyes soft and still slightly drunk. "Gatita," he whispered, almost purring. He didn't really want to leave, though he was starting to get sleepy; stupid champagne.

[Shadowcat]

Kitty brought her hands up to Doug's face and reached up for one last, honest to goodness good night kiss.

[Cypher]

After a long moment, Doug released her. "Buenas noches, mi gatita," he said in accented Spanish. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart." He smiled and, reluctantly, broke her hold on his cheek by taking two steps backward. "I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful."

[Shadowcat]

Kitty smiled. "Good night, Dougie." She said, then lingered a moment longer, absolutely hating to leave. Finally, she turned and unlocked her door, took one last fleeting look at Doug and slipped inside.

[Cypher]

Doug, his eyes hooded from inebriation and a slightly smug smile on his lips, watched her disappear inside, and then skipped (or jumped drunkenly) down the hall to his own room, jubilant that the night had gone so well.