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Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Nicholas Dearden had never really been much of a romantic. He was shorter, smaller, with ruffled hair and a rather shy personality. He'd never been one of those guys who could approach a girl and give her his number or hit on her, and so his experiences has been limited to the girls who would approach him. He wasn't a virgin, exactly, but he definitely wasn't a ladies man. Perhaps that was why he'd let his friend Emilie, or Emil as she preferred, set him up on this blind date. He obviously didn't have the courage to approach a girl on his own, so he might as well let his friend help him out. This shyness hadn't just affected his relationship preferences. Sexually, he'd discovered that the kind of women that approached him first were often the kind who weren't afraid to go after what they wanted, and he loved that in a sexual context too. And, given his small stature, they were typically bigger than he was in most ways, letting them push him around, pin him down... and he loved it. But recently he'd been out of the dating pool, until he'd showed up in this small diner for this blind date. He'd entertained himself with video games, other nerdy friends and board games, and indulged his secret perversions with kinky porn. He also frequented the bookstore where Emil worked, reading his way through science fiction novels, fantasy novels, and history books. Admittedly, the owner of that bookstore was also sexy as all hell, and going was a nice excuse to enjoy the view. He'd found a content place in his life, despite feeling, well. Alone. He'd pushed that away though, trying to just be happy with himself. And he was, mostly. If he could get past his nerves. But then Emil had insisted that he get out and expand horizons, trying to get out of his shell. Nicholas wasn't exactly sure how well that was going to work, but he trusted his friend, and so he agreed. And that was how he found himself waiting at a table in this diner. He'd insisted to Emil that the date not be anything too intense, nothing that would put too much pressure on him. He wasn't sure he could have made himself go if it had been a super formal date. Still, he was wearing a nice button down shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves, revealing the curling black ink on his arms in the patterns of creeping vines that climbed all the way up to his collarbone. His bright green eyes watched for anyone who seemed like they were looking for their date, and his fingers brushed through brown hair nervously, teeth biting at his lip.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Amanda Keoghan walked into the diner nervous, facing the unknown. She usually wasn't an adventurous person, content withing the physical and mental limits of her bookstore. That place she loved didn't just offer a shelter where she could conduct business calmly, but also allowed her to hoard and peddle certain kinds of kinky fiction without remorse. Not that it was a huge part of her business, almost unnoticeable in volume, but she found pleasing to be able to get other people closer to their cravings. The only bad part about it all was that it didn't get her anywhere near to fulfilling her fantasies, but a girl could dream, she wasn't that old yet. The diner was the kind of place nice and nostalgic enough to gave a first date an innocent teenage vibe without having the stakes or the stuffy feel of an elegant restaurant. At least with that Emil had managed to nail it, as it was her fault that the blind date was even happening. What did I accept this... Amanda sighed for herself, eyeing the place... ... A blind date? Me? Amanda had asked surprised a couple of days ago. I thought you liked this job, do you want to get fired? she asked to Emilia, or Emil as she liked to be addressed. It was an odd choice, but Emil wasn't quite the norm, and maybe that's why Amanda and her were so friendly. I can see it in your eyes, you need it Emil answered. And we have known each other for a while, you know I don't disappoint she insisted. You are serious. You really want to get fired Amanda said, joking but still shocked. It was true though that Emil didn't disappoint, from the day she had hired her not only was a hardworking woman but also had a sense of humor. Emil was also aware of boundaries, as she had never commented on Amanda's... tastes even when she was almost drooling with certain kinds of books. Both of them were aware of the other being aware, but the topic never came out. Shush Emil said, tapping Amanda's lips with her index finger a couple times. They had been really grown friendly in those months. Just leave it to me, I'll text you the details... ... Amanda couldn't believe her eyes when her gaze settled on a known face. A quick straightening of her simple flowery dress served to calm her anxiety, although now it suddenly felt like a too adventurous choice, even if it went below her knees. It could be a coincidence? Yes, that was it, one of her clients, that cute hipster looking guy was just there by sheer luck. A quick look at a nearby window served to make sure that her red wavy hair was perfectly fine. Maybe her date didn't arrive yet, but she should at least greet that client or it would be weird if she ignored him. Hi, what a coincidence Amanda said with a smile as she reached Nicholas' table. She knew him from the shop, but with the nerves about the blind date she was drawing a blank about his name, so she paused. Adjusting her glasses, Amanda's hazel eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity. It's weird seeing people outside the usual environment, right? she commented, glancing around in case her blind date signaled her.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Nicholas looked up as someone approached his table, and stifled a small sound of surprise as he recognized young woman from the bookstore that Emil worked at. Eyes wide, he managed to keep everything except a small gasp from escaping his lips as he straightened slightly. Blinking, trying to get ahold of himself, he managed a quick, shy smile. Oh, uh. He stammered slightly, eyes flicking up to hers before darting away. H-hi! Yeah, yes... yes it is! I've never seen you outside the bookstore before. What're you doing here? He managed to get out, biting his lip softly. I'm Nicholas. But you can call me Nick if you want, it's easier. He said, trying to manage a friendly demeanor and keep from being totally awkward. After all, it was kinda weird meeting a cute girl you know while waiting for a blind date to arrive. I come to your bookstore from time to time... My friend Emil works for you. In fact, it's kinda her fault I'm here at all- He froze, and gears turned in his head as pieces fell into place. Then, as if he was struck by lightning, his eyes widen and fixed on her again. Wait, wait... He muttered, suddenly realizing that she, this cute redhead, could quite easily be his blind date. It would make a certain amount of sense, what with Emil working for her and all. Did Emil set you up on a blind date with... me? He asked quietly, cheeks slightly flushed, trying to avoid eye contact. Then, as if realizing that such surprise and hesitation could be wrongly interpreted, he quickly backpedaled. No no, not that I'm disappointed, I've always though you were cute- I mean, if you are my date I- He took a pause, blushing and embarrassed, teeth biting his lip nervously before he shifted and looked back over at her, almost apologetic. Sorry, I'm... not very comfortable talking to people I find attractive. he said, his voice almost a whisper as he tried to avoid looking directly at her. This was always how it went. He made a fool of himself within a minute of meeting his date, and even if the rest of the night was okay, her first impression of his was as a fumbling dork. It'd worked out okay a few times, but most girls didn't actually want that in a guy. At least now he could tell Emil 'I told you so' - he didn't get that honor very often.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

I was looking for someone Amanda plainly stated as an answer to his curiosity, busier chasing his elusive emerald eyes, noticing a cute small nibbling of his own lip. She had definitely startled him, maybe he didn't expect to meet someone he knew there, herself even less? Maybe he was up to something private he didn't want anyone knowing. Was he in the closet and awaiting a male date or was it something else? Entertained by looking for explanations to his cutesy behavior, Amanda was aware that she was just fantasizing, specially when he just introduced himself. It was just surprise, that was all. Amanda she introduced herself, finding slightly amusing how he didn't get up or offered a handshake with his introduction. She had really caught him surprised or was it something else? It's nice putting a name to the face, Nick she added in the most mellow tone she could manage, trying to make him feel comfortable. Oh, I noticed she chimed in when Nick seemed to feel necessary to explain that he came to her store, as if she somehow didn't know it already, but it was when he mentioned Emil that both of them paused. Wait, did she- Amanda hushed, her attention returning from scanning the dinner back to Nick's green eyes, finding them staring at her. Nick asked the question Amanda had in her mind, as she realized slightly later than him what had been Emil's plan. Nick's eyes soon dodged hers once more, was he disappointed? No, judging by his red cheeks it was embarrassment what caused it. Amanda's mind was racing, Emil knew Nick from way before she hired her, so it was likely that she had a better grasp on who could he like than what kind of man did Amanda like. But given that the playful Emilia did know or at least had a notion of what kinds of books Amanda liked... It seems I am, Emil did really trick us she said, Nick's stuttering interrupting her train of thought. So he found her cute, he had found her cute for a while now. Without awaiting for a gesture it wouldn't come from the seemingly embarrassed man, Amanda sat on the table herself without help, sitting straight in a neutral position. Without saying a thing as her mind raced at the possibilities, Nick was filling the silence with more of his self doubting spiel, unknowingly endearing himself to Amanda more and more. Leaning forward over the table, Amanda reached for one of Nick's arms, her fingers dancing over one of his tattoos before reaching his hand. Don't be sorry, Nick she said, grasping his hand, making sure she had his full attention. It seems that Emil is more keen that I give her credit for, lets give our common friend a chance for the evening she said, slightly tightening her grip over Nick's hand twice before letting him go. I hope that you like books, or I'll feel guilty if you only came to my shop because you find me attractive she said, wanting to poke some fun at Nick's expense, sizing up his reaction, eagerly curious about if Emil's intuition about them together was right.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Amanda. he repeated, that smile flicking across his face. It's nice to meet you. He added with brief eye contact and the smallest smile. Surprisingly enough, she didn't seem to mind his flustered nature, and the expression on her face was one of slight amusement. Perhaps Emil had chosen wisely. He had known her for the last few years, since they had shared an apartment for a year or so in college and become friends of their literary interests. Emil was also just a fun, social person in general - he was fairly certain that she couldn't have handled not being friends with someone she knew. Her hand touched his arm, fingers trailing over the ink under his skin, and he stilled, surprised. Her hand slid down to grasp his, and he let out a slow breath as she spoke, letting himself calm down and not get overrun with emotion. Biting his lip a little bit, he managed a small smile, eyes darting back up to hers. Emil does tend to be pretty good at these sorts of things. He admitted quietly, and then the smile grew a little more as she squeezed his hand gently. Her next words made his eyes widen for a moment before he realized she was teasing him, and the smile that had faltered slightly returned, though his eyes ran from hers again as he blushed. I do! I mean... I didn't come only because I thought you were cute. He said, the stammering dying a little bit as she sat down with him, relaxing a little bit as the situation became more manageable. I really like to read. Little bits of everything, though science fiction and fantasy are my first loves. I've read through Tolkien, Paolini, RR Martin, Lovecraft... His words faded out, but his eyes and face lit up with a brief enthusiasm, the light someone gets when they talk about something they enjoy. Your store has lots of books I haven't read, so. I like it. He paused, biting his lip again, unsure if it would be weird to comment that getting to see her was still the best part of going to her store. What kinds of things do you read, being the owner of a bookstore? He asked, trying to make conversation, since they had at least this thing in common. He wasn't about to admit that he also appreciated her bookstore's selection of more adult novels - few bookstores carried any kind of erotica beyond the typical fare of overly sappy romance or poorly written smut. He'd even found a few where the woman took a dominant role, and he had, embarrassed and a little flushed, purchased those too - he was certain Emil knew what kind of books they were, but she never mentioned it. Fortunately, Amanda had never been the one to check him out when he'd bought that kind of thing - that would be something he could never live down.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Despite his shyness, Nick didn't move his eyes from her as she spoke, attentive and listening to her story. It may not have been directly the question he'd asked of her, but if his gaze held anything, it was certainly interest. She leaned in toward him, as if sharing a secret, and instinctively he leaed in as well, briefly distracted by the view of her pretty face so near. Her answer, however, startled him - he hadn't expected her to be so outright about something like that. He blushed fully, biting his lip once more in what was clearly a tell-tale nervous tick, albeit an attractive one. His eyes widened, flicking from hers to the table, then briefly back up again, just in time to catch the playful expression on her face and the teasing tip of her tongue, which only made him flush a little deeper. Then the waitress appeared, startling him a little bit, though he quietly and politely thanked her for the water before taking a long, slow sip of it as the menu was placed before him. Evidently intent on keeping him off-guard, she added another comment about the erotica before instantly following it with a different question entirely. Ahh.. um. No? He said, a slight tone of uncertainty in his voice as he answered, quite clearly thrown off by the query. Was she... going to order for him? That was certainly unexpected, but definitely not... unwelcome. In fact, it was rather hot. Maybe Emilia did have some idea of what kind of girl he'd be into. There was only really one way to find out. His eyes sliding away from her, his hands tucked down into his lap as if he were hiding a little bit, he decided to force himself to be a little more brave. I've... I've read a little. he said quietly, chewing on his lip once more. When I've found books that... that look interesting. He admitted, but any and all bravery ended there as his blush returned and his eyes dropped to the menu before him, almost attempting to hide behind it now, his heart pounding slightly as he shifted in his seat. After a moment, his bright eyes jumped back up to her, as if reading her reaction, nervous as he almost squirmed in his seat.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Oh? Amanda looked amused at Nick's quiet confession, so he was interested in erotica as well, a fact that made her question once more how much did Emil knew about both of them. I have a lot of... interesting books in my shop but I never noticed you near them she acknowledged, suspecting the reason for it. You don't have to be shy about what you like. Not with me. I won't judge she stated. Maybe it was too much, but it wasn't exactly an unreasonable imposition nor an order at all. All that Amanda did was offer safety, offer a space that he probably lacked even with Emil where he could feel better with who he was. After all, the bookstore were her domains and she could do as she wanted. Not that Amanda expected for Nick to confess an unending torrent of kinks and desires, she just wanted him to be comfortable even if he said nothing. As the waitress came back before she could continue, Amanda thought she could as well order instead of asking for more time. Nick didn't say much about her odd question about allergies, so she proceeded with her plan of ordering for the two of them. I'll have the pasta and chicken breast dish with spicy cheese sauce... Amanda announced, instantly getting the attention of the waitress. The diner had a nice selection of hearty American dishes that were a peculiar mix and match of sensibilities, more oriented towards offering a comfy, tasty and filling experience than an elegant or sophisticated one. Wondering about what excessive dessert the place could have, Amanda pushed the thought back, ordering for Nick before the waitress could even look at him. He'll have the prime rib steak with the usual garnish she said, as the waitress took note before walking away. Perhaps it was too much for him, but that she didn't know. It was better to serve Nick something big and that way learn about his appetite than falling short, as she knew better than to judge someone's appetite by their physical appearance. You looked hungry to me was all she offered as an explanation for her decision, and even then her smile made clear that there was a playfulness to it. Were where we... she mused, although she was perfectly aware of that. Oh yes, erotica she announced with delight. I like how it can meld with other genres and have horror, fantasy, sci-fi... although romance tends to be the most popular one, I guess it's natural she commented on that embarrassing topic as any other book fan would, lacking shyness.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Nicholas blushed a tiny little bit as she looked amused at him, and smiled a little as she said he didn't have to be shy about this kind of thing. I appreciate that. he said quietly. I... I'm been trying to be more brave anyway, so... I'll do my best! He said, the smile still on his lips, a small tone of pleased determination hinting in his voice. Feel free to... ask me things you're curious about... Even they make me blush. he added, squirming a little in his seat, but his eyes stayed on hers for a second longer than before. She'd made a good first impression on him - he liked her, aside from the physical attraction he'd already felt. She was nice and playful and teasing, and- As the waitress appeared, he suddenly realized he hadn't looked at the menu, and his eyes widened for a moment as panic flashed through him. Then, Amanda just smoothly moved from ordering for herself to ordering for him and he blushed pink again, gaze dropping to the table for a moment. She gave him a playful smile and commented on him looking hungry, and he returned a small smile of his own again. I am. He confirmed. Thank you. His voice was quiet, but it was rather clear from the tone and the small smile on his lips that he liked that she had taken charge of the moment and saved him embarrassment. And, of course, he secretly liked the fact that she took control and didn't mind caring for him. There was something exciting about letting her take the moment and just going along with what she had in mind. She returned to their original topic, and Nicholas forced himself to take a deep breath and relax into this topic as much as he could. Obviously she loved erotica and the topic, and so he wanted to let the conversation go as easily as he could. Taking her words in stride. He nodded slightly. I clearly need to read more, I've never read any science fiction erotica. he said shyly, shifting a little in his seat. Clearly, what she lacked in shyness, he made up for. What kinds particularly interest you? He asked, wanting to keep the conversation moving. And, despite himself, he liked this topic - it gave an easy way to explore sexuality without just... talking about it.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

She talked about reading smutty fan fictions, as if encouraging his exploration of the matter - it was something that he found surprisingly endearing. It was nice to have a conversation with someone where he felt he could talk through things like this and hear honest thoughts and be safe from judgement. So far, she was living up to her promise to be nonjudgmental when it came to their discussions. Nick noticed her hand on the table, Only a short distance from his, and had to wonder if she was encouraging him to take it. Her fingers played together as he considered it, but held back for the moment, instead focusing on her words. While she spoke about her preferences, his eyes watched her, delighting in how she saw the world and looked at people, seeing not just what they expressed to the world, but also what secrets might lurk beneath the surface. As she indicated the couple, his eyes darted to them, then to the waitress, a little flush heating his cheeks again as he briefly considered that the attractive young woman who had just taken their order might spend some nights posing and playing with herself in front of a camera. Thoroughly flustered, he pulled his attention back to her. Still blushing, he bit his lip, considering. Working up some courage, and surprised that he had any left, he reached out just a few more inches and brushed his fingers over hers. He didn't take her hand or anything so direct, just initiating a little contact. With a small shy smile, eyes darting to hers, then away, he shifted in his seat, leaning forward a bit himself. She giggled, and he couldn't help but smile, loving how much fun and excitement she exuded. Riding that little thrill, he pushed himself to make a little leap once more. If... if you were going to guess about me... about my secret side... He said, flushing and stammering a bit, clearly hesitant about asking this sort of thing, but wildly curious now. What would to come up with? He finished quietly, squirming once more, but his fingers brushed over hers again, not retreating. Nick was already thoroughly surprised with himself. He'd taken far more risks, pushed himself far further than ever before. It was definitely helpful that his company for the evening was so relaxed. God, he owed Emil so much, even if this date went no further - though he secretly hoped it would go much, much further. Amanda just had this air about her that seemingly made him able to take a few more risks than he normally would, this attractive, comfortable control over the situation that made him feel like he could take those little risks without fear of what would happen. That, and her control over the moment and everything sent little shivers down his spine.