(Rather than write the same vaguedrivel, here is a pretty gif to inspire you, a link to the weather for the week, and a link to londonist, a great resource for all things London related. As always this post is open all week. Tag in, tag others, check back often!)
"I'm sure you've got just what I like best," he said. He got out of the cab
and once she was out, too, he locked the doors. Never one to be shy, Davey
found the curve of her waist and offered up his most charming smile. He
waited a heartbeat, then another, then he dipped down to kiss her...just in
case she had mistaken his intentions.
Definitely serious, then - both of them, it turned out. Dutch responded to the kiss as much from drunken instinct as from... well, a drunken choice. She knew she shouldn't be, because of Em, but what she didn't know couldn't hurt her, and Dutch really wanted to. She'd been so good for so long, and she needed to be a little bad, needed to - as he'd put it - cut loose tonight. She deepened the kiss, turning into D, and raised a now cigarette-free hand to cup his cheek.
The kiss broke after a few long seconds, and she smiled at him. "Let's get inside."
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Date: 2016-06-06 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-07 12:26 am (UTC)"I'm sure you've got just what I like best," he said. He got out of the cab and once she was out, too, he locked the doors. Never one to be shy, Davey found the curve of her waist and offered up his most charming smile. He waited a heartbeat, then another, then he dipped down to kiss her...just in case she had mistaken his intentions.
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Date: 2016-06-07 10:47 am (UTC)The kiss broke after a few long seconds, and she smiled at him. "Let's get inside."
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Date: 2016-06-07 10:58 pm (UTC)Continued...