Storytime: The Seductive Leaf
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The Seductive Leaf
They came on fast, handbags swinging, heels clicking heavily on the dark asphalt, lips moving. For a moment, it seemed they would pass without so much as a hello, but then she - the one in the back - looked at him.There was always one in the back, one slightly apart, quieter, more observant. She made eye contact.
He raised his eyebrows, and nodded.
She smiled, nodded back. Stopped as her pack continued on.
"May I?" she asked, her tone pleasantly modulated.
"Please." He held out a hand, indicating the chair across from him. He turned on the battery-operated kettle, counting the seconds in his brain as he waited.
The clicking stopped. Started again, coming back.
"What are you doing, Audrey?" The brunette looked down at his temporary companion as if she were insane. Audrey - a name that suited her well - gave him an apologetic look before answering the woman at her side.
"Having tea. You guys go ahead. I'll catch up."
A short blond grabbed her hand, trying to pull her up. "You can't have tea with a stranger in a parking lot. It's weird and dangerous. He could be a killer! The tea could be poisoned!"
Audrey pulled her hand free, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. Lovely lips.
"You're paranoid. This isn't an amateur set-up. I'll be fine. Or you could join us, if that's okay." She looked across the table, and he nodded again.
"Of course. All are welcome."
"Oh let her stay if she wants." A second brunette grabbed her friends' arms, and started to pull them away. "If she wants to get killed by some freak - no offense, sir - in a parking lot, that's her deal. Let's go."
The women slowly moved away, albeit not quietly. One threatened to call the authorities, another took his picture with her phone. Audrey sat still, hands in her lap until the others faded away.
The water boiled, large bubbles visible through the glass walls of the pot. He turned it off, then started packing a small reddish clay pot with twisted dry black leaves.
"Puerh?" she asked, delicately sniffing the air. He held out the canister for her, and she inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering shut. "Mmm, very nice."
"Indeed." His lips turned up at the corners as he replaced the lid. "Thank you." She licked her lips and he focused on the movement, so sensual. A blush tinged her cheeks, and he knew she was aware of his appreciation. He reached across the table, and she followed the movement as he placed one of the tiny cups filled with dark liquor in front of her.
Lifting it with three fingers, she waited until he had his in hand, then tipped the liquid into her mouth. Her eyes closed again, and a low moan of ecstasy rumbled from her throat as she swallowed.
"Wow," she breathed, her eyes not quite meeting his as she steadied herself. It had been a long time since he'd met one like her. Sensitive. Mindful.
Exquisite.
He filled the pot again, letting it sit a few seconds longer this time before pouring the cups. Again, she waited politely for him. Again her eyes closed, and her beautiful, expressive face and quiet vocalization telling him all he needed to know.
Three more pours, three more cups, an exchange of names and numbers.
A brief, gentle kiss before he sent her, reluctantly, to find her friends.
He'd have need of her later.
She'd come.
The Seductive Leaf
They came on fast, handbags swinging, heels clicking heavily on the dark asphalt, lips moving. For a moment, it seemed they would pass without so much as a hello, but then she - the one in the back - looked at him.There was always one in the back, one slightly apart, quieter, more observant. She made eye contact.
He raised his eyebrows, and nodded.
She smiled, nodded back. Stopped as her pack continued on.
"May I?" she asked, her tone pleasantly modulated.
"Please." He held out a hand, indicating the chair across from him. He turned on the battery-operated kettle, counting the seconds in his brain as he waited.
The clicking stopped. Started again, coming back.
"What are you doing, Audrey?" The brunette looked down at his temporary companion as if she were insane. Audrey - a name that suited her well - gave him an apologetic look before answering the woman at her side.
"Having tea. You guys go ahead. I'll catch up."
A short blond grabbed her hand, trying to pull her up. "You can't have tea with a stranger in a parking lot. It's weird and dangerous. He could be a killer! The tea could be poisoned!"
Audrey pulled her hand free, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. Lovely lips.
"You're paranoid. This isn't an amateur set-up. I'll be fine. Or you could join us, if that's okay." She looked across the table, and he nodded again.
"Of course. All are welcome."
"Oh let her stay if she wants." A second brunette grabbed her friends' arms, and started to pull them away. "If she wants to get killed by some freak - no offense, sir - in a parking lot, that's her deal. Let's go."
The women slowly moved away, albeit not quietly. One threatened to call the authorities, another took his picture with her phone. Audrey sat still, hands in her lap until the others faded away.
The water boiled, large bubbles visible through the glass walls of the pot. He turned it off, then started packing a small reddish clay pot with twisted dry black leaves.
"Puerh?" she asked, delicately sniffing the air. He held out the canister for her, and she inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering shut. "Mmm, very nice."
"Indeed." His lips turned up at the corners as he replaced the lid. "Thank you." She licked her lips and he focused on the movement, so sensual. A blush tinged her cheeks, and he knew she was aware of his appreciation. He reached across the table, and she followed the movement as he placed one of the tiny cups filled with dark liquor in front of her.
Lifting it with three fingers, she waited until he had his in hand, then tipped the liquid into her mouth. Her eyes closed again, and a low moan of ecstasy rumbled from her throat as she swallowed.
"Wow," she breathed, her eyes not quite meeting his as she steadied herself. It had been a long time since he'd met one like her. Sensitive. Mindful.
Exquisite.
He filled the pot again, letting it sit a few seconds longer this time before pouring the cups. Again, she waited politely for him. Again her eyes closed, and her beautiful, expressive face and quiet vocalization telling him all he needed to know.
Three more pours, three more cups, an exchange of names and numbers.
A brief, gentle kiss before he sent her, reluctantly, to find her friends.
He'd have need of her later.
She'd come.
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