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Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Amanda gladly accepted Nick's caresses and shy touches, as his hand grazed her own. It felt amazing to see how he responded to her invitation, hesitant and embarrassed, but willing to risk, willing to try. Oh, the things she wanted to do with that man. The things she wanted to do to that man. But as wonderful it was, she had never done anything like that before, so she could mess it, something that scared her. Even then, Amanda did her best to hide any trace of hesitation or fear, and instead accepted his approach with glee, drinking his every scattered and stuttered word. Your secret side? she mused, delighted seeing how Nick could be reserved, but also how he seemed to be eager to play the game, even if the rules were yet to be defined. You dress as smart as you look Amanda started to talk, wanting to be bold, to get personal, but doubtful about how much could she say without making him retreat. You like to express yourself with those tattoos... but it's a passive message that gets you looked at. Read like a book she continued, her hand climbing a bit up his, as she leaned closer and her fingertips danced on his ink. But it's also a disguise, no, an armor she corrected, a bit nervous. A heavy one that you can't get rid of by yourself Amanda's breathing grew a bit unsteady, faster, excited by the anticipation. An armor that- she stopped, as the waitress appeared with their food. Pasta and chicken breast. Prime rib the waitress announced in an overly neutral tone that evidenced that she had watched the encounter escalate, maybe even waited a few seconds before even talking. Ah, of course, looks delicious Amanda soon came back to her senses and leaned back, breaking contact with Nick. She made a mental note of tipping the waitress nicely for the trouble and the elegant service, not to mention the rudeness of using her to fuel her lewd example. It was true though that the food looked fantastic, although it broke her rhythm. Maybe it was welcome, earning Nick some respite so he could rest from her assault and Amanda too, so she could try to calm down a bit and not botch this.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Her open, subtle responses to his touch did not go unnoticed, and his eyes managed to stay on her fairly steadily as she mused over him, their eyes playing a little game of dancing around each other. A small smile curled at his lips as she mentioned him dressing as smart as he looked, and it curled upward even more as she mentioned his tattoos, her fingers tracing the ink lightly, the gentle touch of her hand making him want to shiver with a strange sensation. As Amanda continued to examine him, it was a little refreshing for him to not be the nervous one for a moment, and he gave her that little smile, encouraging her. Then the food arrived, and Nicholas turned to look at the waitress as she presented their plates. Instantly remembering the postulations of his date, he flushed a little, eyes sliding away from the woman to the plate. Thank you. He said softly, eyes flicking back up to her before sliding the plate to him a little bit. Amanda's analysis had only made him a little uncomfortable - he had asked for it, and really, she hadn't expressed anything he didn't really know. Well... You're right at least about the first part. He said quietly, unfolding his napkin and placing it neatly in his lap. It's... it's easier for me to express myself in my tattoos. I'd much rather be read passively than have to... well, than have to put myself out there. He admitted, not that it was really anything she hadn't already guessed. He left the rest of her assumptions unaddressed, mostly because he wasn't sure about their accuracy. He didn't pretend to be totally self-aware in any sense. Picking up his knife and fork with careful precision, he cut into the meat before him. It was a far better meal that he was used to, quite honestly. He was a freelance graphic designer, a job that he enjoyed, but did not exactly pay terribly well. Still, it afforded him a small, cozy apartment and enough to eat regularly, though nothing like prime rib. As such, he ate slowly, savoring the flavor before him, and he couldn't stifle a small moan at the taste. Delicious. He commented softly after a few bites, giving her a quick, shy smile. I can't remember the last time I had meat like this. he added quietly, taking a slow sip from his water. As the dinner had gone on, he could slowly feel himself relaxing. He was still nervous, but Amanda, despite her teasing nature, seemed to put him at ease in a way that most dates never had. Something about her simply screamed acceptance. And while Nicholas wasn't about to burst out and lay himself bare for her just yet, he was relaxing. Though if she had told him to literally bare himself to her, he wasn't sure he'd have the willpower to say no to that.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Amanda sure enjoyed her hearty pasta with chicken breast, as she always did like that kind of somewhat heavy and savory dishes, but her eyes were busier watching Nick eat than on her own plate. He didn't seem accustomed to that kind of thing, but instead of wolfing it down he was taking his time, enjoying every moment. I can't remember when I had such a nice dinner either Amanda said, holding her breath a bit when Nick said the word 'meat', although her recreation didn't come precisely from the food, but from the company and the anticipation. Pampering Nick with food he probably couldn't afford was just a small pleasure, something to build anticipation for things to come if everything went right. A moment of comfortable silence crowned the table, as they kept eating calmly, although Amanda's pace was somewhat voracious, letting their eyes do the talking. Seeing Nick elegantly handle his food with that gentle touch of him was mesmerizing, specially since the more comfortable he seemed to be, the better Amanda felt about how things were going. She still had to restrain herself, not push Nick too much too soon, even if years and years of fantasies that suddenly could be at her reach piled in her mind, struggling to take priority. I think it's my turn Amanda broke the silence, being deliberately opaque with her words. She slightly leaned on the table once more, her flowery dress smooth in some parts and taut on others as it reflected the curves it was supposed to hide. The posture while she played and ate the few remains of her dish gave Nick a hint of cleavage, almost in defiance to see if he ogled. What do you think it's my secret side? she wondered, curious to see him answer. Don't be afraid to ask if you can't guess she added, in case Nick struggled she wanted to give him an out if he didn't dare to venture into voicing what he thought she liked.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Nicholas enjoyed the comfortable silence, their eyes dancing with each other, almost playfully dueling over their food. As she mentioned it being her turn, his eyes darted up to hers, and his eyebrow quirked up in a silent question. But in comparison to just a little while ago, he didn't seem quite as nervous or startled by her. She leaned forward, and with an almost audible click his eyes flicked down to her chest before they snapped back up to to her eyes. In that moment, there was a little smile that played across his lips - he knew she was teasing him, and he didn't mind playing right back to her with his eyes and his gaze. Even still, he kept himself from staring during a polite dinner. Your secret side? He said softly, setting down his utensils for a brief moment to consider her. Well... You're clearly more... dominant... than I am. More sure of yourself. He said, eyes darting away from hers, flushing a little. I think you know what you like and what you want. And you're not afraid to go after it. He added in a hushed tone, biting his lip. His eyes came back up to hers and he gave her a shy smile. Am I about right? That's certainly my best guess. He questioned, taking a long sip of his water. He was curious of her, and he wanted to know more. He wanted to know that secret side of her as well. She was attractive, and she obviously liked to play with him so far, her teasing, flirtatious manner making him flush and bite at his lip. Something about this little pairing was exciting and different than things he'd experienced before. Still, he was nervous, unsure. She was a delight so far, and he was worried that somehow his nerves would get the better of him. His eyes returned to her for a moment. I suppose... I might also guess that... you like to be in charge. To have your partner... give themselves over to you. Whether that be normal... sex... or something more... He couldn't complete his thought, now flushed more deeply than before, his eyes only holding hers for a long moment more before fleeing away.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Amanda enjoyed how Nick resisted the temptation, despite catching a glimpse of her flesh, behaving like a gentleman. She had made him smile, so it was clear that he understood to some degree what was going on, the play, the dance. His words caught her unaware though, as she didn't expect for him to voice it so clearly, although he added that she was sure of herself afterwards, like some kind of fleeting afterthought, but her mind was still latched on how his lips formed the word. Dominant. As he took pause to take a sip of water, Amanda managed to stop delighting herself over the idea and managed to react properly. How much should she allow for the fantasy to be true? On one hand her cravings demanded for a position of power, but said position wasn't just taken, it was given. And thus, she couldn't really be dishonest with him, as she needed his absolute trust if things were going to happen her way. I wouldn't say I'm not afraid of going after what I want... as I have to admit that I haven't really got all that much dating experience she said, sincere but vague. Not many men enjoy how I am so I'm glad you seem to do so Amanda added. But Nick was on a bold streak and far from done, as he looked back at her and started talking again, sounding a bit more wary, unsure. Amanda's face brightened with a wide smile, a hint of blush and amused sparkles in her eyes. Nick had stopped beating around the bush and said it so. Not only he dared to guess correctly and also used the sex word, but he seemed to be partially playful as well, leaving plenty of space for her to fill, reeling Amanda in with his lovely fleeting attitude. Nick was now really blushed and elusive, so Amanda waited a moment before continuing, both allowing him some respite as well as calming herself a bit. You did nail it, I like what you mentioned. In fiction and in reality Amanda admitted. Her right feet abandoned her simple, comfortable shoe and caressed Nick's lower leg briefly before returning back. I'm intrigued by both parts, be it the normal sex she said, almost a tempting hiss. And of course that... something more you talked about her lips pursed in a small smile. If Nick could act boldly despite how shy he was, she owed him to be more forward as well. Do you have appetite for more? she asked, not even looking at the now empty plates of food, taking a small pause while she licked her plump lips in a gesture that was anything but subtle. Because I already know what I want for dessert.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Yes, Nick had indeed been far bolder tonight than he could ever remember. Something about he had put him at ease, particularly how open and gentle she had been given his blundering shyness at the beginning of their night together. Still, he was hesitant, though evidently pleased with her reaction, a small smile still on his lips. As she mentioned not having a lot of dating experience, he nodded slightly. Nor do I. he admitted quietly. I... tend to be too shy... He added, though quickly realizing that hardly needed explaining. But yes... I don't like taking the lead in dating, so it's... nice when my partner does. He said, then quickly flushed, eyes wide. Oh, not that you're my partner or anything, it's a first date and I'm going to stop talking now.... he rambled, blushing deeply as he realized that, once more, he was losing control of his mouth and becoming tangled in his own words. He almost jumped as her foot caressed his leg, but despite the flush on his cheeks and the jump, his leg shifted against her foot slightly, as if pressing back against the touch. Then she asked about his appetite, licking her lips in such a way that made him wonder if she was actually talking about food, and the though made him so flustered that he bit his lip and blushed deeply again to the point where he could only nod yes ever so slightly, his eyes darting briefly up to hers. He was so very hesitant... But also so very curious as to what 'dessert' meant to her.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

No, I'm not your partner Amanda commented, loving the back and forth with Nick and how her suggestive allusions made him fluster. Yet she added, but there is no need to hurry. As sweet as you are, I'm craving some chocolate she gave some space to Nick, as not only she wanted to indulge in her sweet tooth, but she didn't want to go too fast, for both their sakes. If she was to take the initiative, to be at the lead, she had to be responsible, to measure her acts. She loved the idea of being in charge of course, but it also required for her to keep as cold a head as she could manage, something that at that moment with that lovely man in front of her wasn't specially easy. As summoned by her cravings, the waitress came when Amanda established eye contact with her. Do you still have the special chocolate cup? Then we'd love one with a couple of spoons, thank you she ordered, wanting to share the oversized chocolate sundae with Nick. Unless she had underestimated his appetite she would probably end up eating way more than him, but it would be a pleasure to share, and not only the dessert. It didn't take long for the juggernaut of ice cream to appear, stuffed with several chunks of chocolate, covered with whipped cream, syrup and sprinkles, several nuts appearing here and there. Once more it was made obvious that Amanda wasn't just interested in the sin of lust, but also gluttony, as her eyes sparkled at the sight of the excessive dessert. Amanda took one spoon and handed the other to Nick, wanting to share the indulgent dish in an almost childish delight. She stuffed herself with a few spoonfuls of the chocolate extravagance, her face illuminating with pleasure. It's so gooooood... she whispered. A few bites more got lost between her plump lips before she talked again. Oh, you got yourself dirty she noticed, leaning forward to fish a stray sprinkle from Nick's cheek, taking it with a single fingertip before putting it in her mouth. So- she continued, giving the gesture no importance. This has been lovely, and a great surprise. Must definitely thank Emil for this Amanda said. But I don't want the night to end with the dinner she confessed. I don't want to rush things, I want to earn your trust along the way Amanda continued, looking serious yet gentle. But I want to take you home she added, tender but firm. We have been alone for too long as to waste this chance she noted.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Her little addition of the word 'yet' was all it took to make him smile a little bit more. When it turned out that she truly did mean dessert, his flush died down a little, letting him relax a little more as the massive sundae was delivered before them. They indulged together, and he found something particularly delightful about how she simply let herself be and let herself want what she wanted without unnecessary restraint. It was... refreshing. As she commented quietly on how good the cold ice cream was, he nodded, smiling a bit more, spooning his own taste of the sweet, rich dessert into his mouth. As she reached across the table, teasing him a bit about being dirty and plucking a sprinkle from his cheek and bringing it to her lips, he flushed a little, not-so-secretly enjoying the attention. I'm glad you've enjoyed it as much as I have. he said, his smile growing a little more fully now. He hadn't been on a date this enjoyable, pleasant, and successful... basically ever! It was a delightful change of pace, and she was right - Emil definitely deserved an award. Amanda continued, and his eyes widened as she mentioned wanting to take him home. She was right about being alone, and he nodded slightly, shyly at first, and then more confidently. I would like that. I don't want to rush things either, but... I like you, and I'd love to spend more time with you. And you're right - I've never had a date this nice, so why let it end so soon? He added, that smile flashing across his lips again as he picked up his napkin and made sure to clean off any stray chocolate that had managed to miss his mouth. Then he took out his wallet - he'd already planned to pay for the date, so even if she stopped him, he'd at least contribute to the tip for the waitress. Of course, he was still getting used to Amanda, so it was hard to read what she had in mind. Even so, he suspected she would object to him paying, even if he was more than willing to do so. That just seemed her style. A nervous excitement bloomed in his stomach. While he had so many fantasies and ideas of what he'd like, he was still nervous. She had said that she would earn his trust, and so he knew she wouldn't just jump into anything intensely wild without care to him, which was a comfort. That said, he was curious to see what she had in mind, even if it was simply more time together.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Full of chocolate goodness, Amanda leaned back on her seat with a satisfied smile on her face, looking lovingly at Nick as he pulled out his wallet. Don't she just said, her voice steady but without a hint of harshness, sounding compelling as she straightened up on her chair. I will take care of that Amanda soon added, handling a small purse that dangled from the back of her chair. She wanted to make things easier for him, but she didn't want to impose too much. There was a line between feeling taken care of and feeling humiliated, so she had to tread carefully and not come out too strong yet. I ordered our food after all she added, offering a bit of an excuse even if it didn't feel specially needed. Once the nuances of the check were dealt with and the waitress received an appropriate tip, Amanda didn't hesitate and took Nick by his hand, guiding him out of the restaurant. A complicit look was shared, as she enjoyed leading him around while feeling his feedback in every little squeeze his hand did. It was warm and firm, yet had a delicate quality, an elegance to it that almost betrayed Nick's creative soul. Amanda held back a shiver, anticipation and fantasies driving her crazy as she tried to keep a steady step. She was still holding hands with Nick and walking by his side, or perhaps it was more like he was walking by hers, as she managed to keep a slow stride. The night was a hint cooler than expected, so Amanda's flowery dress felt a bit too thin on her, making the woman lean closer to Nick in search of a refuge from the night breeze. We aren't too far, I'm sure the area feels familiar Amanda commented, as the restaurant wasn't that far from her bookstore, so the neighborhood had to be known to Nick. I moved to the apartment just above the shop she shared, a fact that it was most convenient but wasn't the only small secret she kept even from Emil, at least for now. The reality was that her grandfather had left her the whole five storied building, so just the rents of those apartments afforded her a comfortable enough life as to not having to worry about how well the bookstore did. Some days I'm tempted to install a fireman pole and just slide down to the shop she joked, her wide smile making another return. In a matter of minutes, maybe short ones lost in conversation or long ones burdened by impatience, they did arrive to her bookstore, or at least the door besides it. Releasing Nick's hand, Amanda fished for her keys in the purse, opening the door to the building and starting to walk upstairs to her apartment. The place was nice and properly taken care of even if not new, a classic design apparent in every corner. It wasn't a big building, but it still allowed two sizeable apartments per floor, with hers being the one just above the bookstore as she said. Come on, welcome to my place she invited, almost dragging Nick in.
Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Nicholas gave her a small smile as she told him not to pay, and he pulled a few dollars out of it nonetheless. The least I can do is help you with the tip. He said, his eyes dancing up to hers almost flirtatiously, as if daring her to make any kind of scandalous comment or joke with his words. She took his hand and his fingers slipped into hers without hesitation, a gentle but firm touch as she led the way down the streets. She stepped toward him, the cool air raising goosebumps on her arm as it brushed against him. He took care to turn his body, shielding her from the cool breeze a little as she leaned into him. Above the shop? He commented, and chuckled a little bit as she commented about a fireman's pole. I imagine that does make life easier for you when it comes to getting up for work. He said, nodding slightly. I actually live just a little ways down the street, a short walk. He said, pointing down the golden-lit street where another apartment building sat across from a park. As she opened the door, he stepped into the building with a small smile on his lips, looking around the building's interior. This is nice! He said quietly, fingers running over the wooden railing of the stairs as she led the way to her apartment in question. It's very classic. I think I would have guessed that for you. He mused in a soft tone, more to himself than anything else. He could see why she liked this place, what with the familiar atmosphere of her store and the closeness. The building felt warm, both in temperature and just in mood, and as he looked over to her - beautiful, comfortable, at ease in her domain - he could see her just settle into comfort. She opened the door and pulled him in with an excited vigor, pulling a small startled sound from his lips with a laugh of surprise. Oh thank you! He chuckled, clearly more comfortable around her after these few times of severe awkwardness at the beginning of their night. Still, he was blushed a little, trying to find his feet in the strange situation. After all, he hadn't been brought home by a girl in.... well. Too long. Despite being more comfortable, however, he found himself flushed a little bit, wondering what the two of them would... do.