[Bene starts to say something, then stops himself. He has a brain, when he remembers to use it. And this seems like an opportunity that they could both enjoy.]
You'll have to get it out of me, [he decides. That is, after all, the theme of this whole endeavor.]
What a treat! I have plenty of ways of making you talk...
I hope you don't have any other plans for the evening. Or night. Or possibly tomorrow morning.
Depends on how long you last. [Is there a bit of menace peppered into that last sentence? Maybe. Testing the waters after how things started last time.]
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Your hands.
[Then, a bit more sheepishly,] I’m… well I’m sort of new to it all. As you know.
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[He sees a small avenue for teasing.]
Is it that, or have you been thinking about my hands within the idle gaps of other thoughts since our first meeting?
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[oh no]
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And have you been imagining anything in particular? Places you want them to touch again...?
Places you wish they touched but didn't?
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well perhaps I’d— well we didn’t have a lot of time, I suppose.
[He’s letting himself be led around by the nose, and oddly doesn’t hate it.]
…shall we meet later?
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Will you share one of these thoughts if we do? Or would you have me guess and touch you all over?
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You'll have to get it out of me, [he decides. That is, after all, the theme of this whole endeavor.]
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I hope you don't have any other plans for the evening. Or night. Or possibly tomorrow morning.
Depends on how long you last. [Is there a bit of menace peppered into that last sentence? Maybe. Testing the waters after how things started last time.]
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Well I'll still have to go to work, [he insists, the smile audible in his voice,] ...but you'll have me until then.