james-rousseau

[james-rousseau]

He felt her soft hand fall upon his face, and he opened his eyes to stare up at her beautiful face. James leaned his cheek into her hand, his hips still rocking up to go along with hers. A light whimper slipped from his lips as he kept a steady pace. 

James' eyes shut again, his head falling back against the pillow. He gripped onto her hips, working her along his length even more than before. A small smile began to creep onto his lips, her moan causing him so much satisfaction at that very moment. He loved hearing her gasp in pleasure. It was a noise that made him feel alive, and full of power. He was the one who could make her whimper, groan, and sigh with ecstasy- he was the only one.

His eyes opened once more, "Babe.." He called out, just gazing up at her. James just wanted to stare at her, and show her how much he cared. He was so thankful to have her in his life. "Oh, babe...You're beautiful."  He muttered, holding back a slight moan.

Eve brought both of her hands to either side of his body, pressing the weight of them into the mattress and gripped the soft covers, a smile forming on her lips as she heard his moan; there was a time when he would barely make a noise in bed with her, a time when it took a great deal of work for her to get him to even moan. Now, she moved the right way and he moaned, groaned, gasped… she knew his body so well, it was her temple, her place of solace and respite and she loved it. … she loved him …

That thought had lingered in her mind for days, the first time she had thought it was the instant she knew she’d lost him; he’d found another woman and left her with nothing but a hurt that she couldn’t comprehend and a love that she wanted to give. Now, she had him and he was hers… but she still couldn’t say it, no, not yet. 

One hand moved from gripped the sheets to caressing his face as they pressed their hips together in a fluid rhythm, their bodies so used to the comfort of one another, it was almost like a harmony of passion between them. She rocked her hips back and forth, pulling herself off him almost completely only to slide James’ full length back into her, tightening with sensation as another moan escaped her lips. Eve’s head fell back onto her neck, her lips parting as the moan slipped past and her body responded to the enjoyment of the move by doing it again.

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James pressed his lips up against hers, smiling into the kiss from what she previously said. He loved hearing her like this. She was happy, content with life and that's exactly what he wanted from her. James just wanted Eve to feel like she was perfect, because in his eyes; she was more than that. Words could not describe Eve. Only little words like beautiful, kind, gorgeous and magnificent. But even those were too loosely used nowadays. James felt like there needed to be new words. Better words, for Eve just blew all the normal ones away. "I've missed you too, baby."

His hips worked along with hers, thrusting forward and then pulling back, but still taking his time and going slow. He didn't want to rush things, he saw no point in doing so. This moment was going to be different. It was going to be more intimate than anything they have ever done. And Eve confirmed that. She confirmed that when her fingers gently brushed against his arm, where the new tattoo was displayed. Another gentle smile tugged onto his lips as his hips pressed upwards. James' eyes opened slightly just to stare up at her for a mere moment before shutting once again, letting a moan roll from his tongue.

The feel of him inside her made her smile, shoulders relaxing a bit as she took a moment to enjoy how he moved in an out of her. "Oh, James." She whispered, pressing her lips to his tenderly as she began to grind her own hips against his, pressing the rest of her body along his as she moved. "I’ve missed you." She murmured into his lips. She had never really been one to get swept up in Paris; after all she had lived there for many years but, tonight; with the wine, the food, the company. Eve had to admit, she was getting caught in the whirlwind romance that was unfolding before her eyes.

Leaning back from the kiss, Eve sat straight up as she rolled her hips against his before moving back down a bit so that she could move her hips up and down along his shaft, keeping things slow. She wanted to take her time, make this last and feel as good as she possibly could; James was hers now and she wanted to make the most of the time she was going to get with him. Her fingers came up to dance around the spot where he’d just gotten his tattoo, a smile tugging at her lips as she arched her back a little to work herself along his shaft.

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Hearing her voice, James opened his eyes slowly and tilted his head up in order to catch a glance at Eve. It didn't take long for James' head to hit the mattress again, or his eyes to close once more. Lips parting, a small moan passed through his lips which was then cut short by James biting down on his bottom lip. One hand ran through Eve's long locks, slightly gripping down on a bunch of the strands. 

At her next whisper of words, James smirked a bit- mostly because he just wanted to take her. All he wanted to do was give her the same amount of pleasure that she always offered him. But as he let his eye open, staring up at her as she crawled on top; James knew this was going to be different. He smiled up at her, his hands rising and just hovering over her figure. His hands followed her body, just waiting for her to lower down onto him. Once she did, James placed his hands onto his favourite part of her; her hips. Lightly he began to move his hips upwards, rocking into Eve's and then pulling back. He continued the motion at a slow pace, just waiting to see what she wanted. James inched his face closer to hers, lips pressing soft kisses onto her own. 

She stopped what she was doing, bringing him out of her moth and looking up at James with a soft smile. "Remember what I said, fair has nothing to do with it baby… and I’m definitely enjoying this." With that, she brought her mouth back around his shaft, moving it’s entire length into her mouth quickly, thrusting his head deep into her throat and holding it there for a moment before slowly bringing him and and sucking along the shaft for a bit. Pulling him out of her mouth again, she licked her lips and grinned. "Okay, now I’ll come up there." She whispered.

Standing, Eve hovered over James as she crawled on top of him, enjoying the moment where their bodies were connected intimately - but not sexually - just for the briefest of seconds. It was like afterward for them, laying nude in one another’s arms and just reveling in their own feelings. Slowly, she lowered her hips against his and slipped his head between her legs, pressing him into her with a gentleness they hadn’t known together. They had been soft before, sweet and sensual but, tonight, there was something about this embrace that was far more meaningful than the others. So, as she brought herself down to him, a low shudder rolling through her shoulders, Eve let out the tiniest of moans.

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Tongue gliding over his own dry lips, James gripped a bit harder onto the bunch of hair that was being crunched by his hand. He let out a small sigh of contentment, loving this moment. But the thought, or more so, desire of wanting to please her was still lingering in the back of his mind. James always felt like he needed to give Eve the world. He wanted to give Eve everything he possibly could, and more. 

"Mmm...Babe." He muttered out before being silenced over by a new wave of pleasure. James tried to regain himself before his brows furrowed a bit more and lips parted. "I-" He cut himself off with a low groan, letting his fingers uncurl from her hair and message her scalp instead. Thankfully, he was actually able to say what was on his mind after a moment had passed. "Darlin'..this isn't fair, you deserve pleasure too. Get up 'ere.."

She’d missed being intimate with him, even if it’d only been a couple of days. It seemed like a lifetime ago, perhaps that was because of the striking difference in their relationship from before and the one they had now. They were together, so now it meant more to them to be this way. It was as if they were having a first time all over again. Their first time with one another and been heavy, intense, hot. It had been a rush of adrenaline and desire, filtering down with lust and enjoyment. There was only their need for it, not anything resembling romance or affection. Tonight, was the complete opposite by way of first time. It was sensual, romantic, and sweet.

Eve slipped his member into her mouth as he tugged on her hair, letting her tongue press against his head as she moaned a bit from his grip. Shuddering softly, she slowly worked him into her mouth; one hand gripped his shaft at the base, the other rest against the bed as she moved her mouth along his length. Every so often she would pull her mouth back to only tease along the head, before sucking him back into her fully. 

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There was a sense of utter bliss as Eve kissed along his skin. It sent multiple shivers up his spine, and created a permanent smile upon his face. James cared so much about Eve, so now that they were official and becoming intimate tonight; it held more meaning. It wasn't overly filled with a lustful build up, like it could have been previously. Tonight, he could tell there was going to be something more. A different feeling was in the air. It was...nice. A bit strange since he hadn't felt like this since his last relationship, but it was missed. 

His eyes remained shut and smile still visible as Eve began to provide him with pleasure. Although, in James' mind, this wasn't quite far. He wanted to do the same, offer her the same pleasure that she was going to give him. He didn't want to be the only one feeling something at this exact moment, yet James did understand that his time to return the favour would come sooner than he thought. So for now, he would allow her to do as she wished. James let his hand travel up into her hair, feeling her scalp at his fingertips, and gently grabbing a fist full of her dark hair. 

Slowly, Eve kissed along the line of his thigh, working her way to his pelvis, lips trailing over the bone of his hip and lingering there for a moment. Eve let her lips slide along the sensitive skin just above the curve of his shaft, fingers gingerly crawling down to his member and grasping it. Eve wanted to taste him, to enjoy him in every way she could, she needed him now more than she had ever before. Now that she finally had him, it meant more to her that they were together like this. Thief connection was great now, more tangible.

Eve pressed her lips to the center of his pelvis as her hand began to move up and down along his thick shaft, thumb reaching out to tease along the very tip of his head as her lips came down between his legs. Eve leaned back, a small smile on her lips as she bent back down and pressed her lips to the tip of his member. She kissed it tenderly, tongue slipping out to glide along the flesh there, wetting it.

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His heart was beating so fast at this moment, and it felt like his chest became heavy. It was almost as if his lings were filled with cement, making it hard for him to catch his own breath. Yet, even after feeling like this, James was still calm. He was relaxed and in a way, numb. One could say that Eve had this odd effect over him. She could make his heart push itself to the brink of explosion yet she was a calming method. Her voice was gentle, and so were her hands. Just the way that she treated him. It was filled with kindness, and utmost compassion.

James could sense the material of his pants sliding down his legs, and then Eve's nails running down his thigh. It made him inhale a sharp breath of air, and softly gnaw on his bottom lip. But that wasn't it, she had more in store for him, apparently. Not that James was going to complain. He suddenly felt her lips kiss along his thigh, so he peered over at her and a large smile spread across his face. James let his head fall back against the bed, shutting his eyes on impact of the mattress. 

Eve took her time, the point of the evening was to relish in one another’s company, she would not be quick with her hands nor any other part of herself. She wanted to savor this night for as long as she possibly could; this was a night that something happened that she never expected to. Sure, Paris and James weren’t things she thought would go together but she wasn’t talking about him being here, she was talking about him being hers. hers. He was hers, finally and officially. She could stake her claim on him and she would have him, he was finally hers and no one elses and that was the greatest feeling she’d had in a long time.

Slowly, Eve tugged his pants down, her nails sliding along the flesh of his thighs as she brought his pants and boxers around his knees; letting them go as soon as they were far enough down to drop on their own. Her eyes hungry as she peered at his body from her angle, licking her lips. She straightened only a little, so that her lips were brought to his thigh; she peppered his skin with kisses, gentle and sweet. She lingered on his body with each press of her lips to his skin, trailing a slow and tender path up to his hip and across his pelvis to the other.

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James smirked, "Mmm...maybe but you're still teasing me and it's difficult to deal with. In a good way." He peered over at her as he got off of him and backed up a bit. He wondered what she was going to do now. Yet as her hand went around to her back, another smile grew onto his lips. James watched in pure amusement as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall down and then worked at her underwear. She always looked so amazing. James couldn't fathom how she did it. It would always be a mystery to him. Eve always looked so good. Biting down on his bottom lip once again, James adjusted himself on the bed before Eve walked back towards him. He sharply inhaled for a quick second, letting his head fall back and relax as she began to unzip his pants and pull them down. "Don't disappoint me, love." His tone was playful because of course she wouldn't disappoint him. She never did.

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Her miniature moan was music to his ears. James could never get tired of that noise escaping her lips. He loved it, and he loved making her do that. It made him so happy, just knowing that she was having a good time as well. So just from that, James kept his hand tightly grasping her hair and gently tugging down every once in a while. 

But he couldn't help his jaw tensing up, feeling her grind up against him. It made a small grunted noise escape his own lip, mid kiss. It was so hard not to tense up, or sigh. Eve just knew what to do, when to do it and how James liked things to be done. Well after all, they spent enough time with each other. They knew what drove the other crazy.

Speaking of driving the other crazy- she just had to make James go insane. He felt her hands traveling and feeling up his torso. That was all fine, it was completely normal. But once her hands began to go lower and lower, it clicked. He knew that torture was next. Enjoyable torture. Ripping his lips away from Eve's, James took a hold of his bottom lip and bit down on it, his brows furrowing as he did so. Her hands danced across his pelvis, and he was loving every minute of it. "...Not fair, baby." James whispered, a small and low chuckle escaping his lips. "Mhmm..Not fair at all."

There was such gentility in his movements, as he touched along her body. It gave her chills in all the right ways; that was something she adored about James. He did things that drove her crazy and the instant he figured out what they did to her, he made sure to do them again, when she least expected it. Like tugging on her hair; which caused a small moan to escape her lips as she kept kissing him, shifting slightly on top of him.

Slowly her hips began to move her hips on top of him, grinding herself into James’ hips as she did so, pressing her core to his crotch as she continued to kiss him. Her hands snaked up his cheeks to his hair as well, entwining in the strands and gripping slightly, though she didn’t tug as he did, she just wanted to embrace him; she wanted to take him in as much as she possibly could and keep him inside of her until they both couldn’t breathe. 

He stole her breath from her and it was only right that she do the same for him, at least she hoped she was doing such a thing as she pulled back from him again to breathe, a small smile forming on her lips before she locked them against his once more. She wanted to kiss James until it hurt. Her hand moved from his hair and down his chest, slowly sliding down his body to she got to his pelvis; where her fingers danced across the flesh, nails scraping against his sensitive skin.

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There was something about this moment. It was different. Not how there was a difference between them last time. No. This was new. This was far different than that time before. There was something more about them. Something more about James and Eve, Eve and James- them as a whole. It was more...relaxed? No. More intimate? Perhaps. That's the only proper word James could even think of at the moment. 

Their lips just worked so well with each other. They didn't even need to think about what they would do next, or how they had to kiss. It just happened. Their lips moved in complete unison with the other's. And as she slid her tongue into his mouth, of course, it was welcomed. His own came up, gliding across Eve's and then smoothly exceeded that to slide across her bottom lip. 

As there lips parted, James panted lightly and his eyes slowly opened just enough to catch a glimpse of her. A small smile spread across his face, his hands gently traveling up her body and yet pausing as she began to take off her dress. James watched, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his stomach was feeling like it was doing flips. He helped her a bit with the dress, but once it was out of the way, he leaned forward to meet up with her lips. James let his head fall back onto the bed, his hands continuing their travel up her body and one hand reaching for her hair. His fingers became tangled in her black locks, gently pulling on some of the strands.

He kissed her again, brought his body up just so he could press his lips to hers once more; her hands immediately came up to rest against his face as she pushed him back down against the bed, her body arched over his as she kept her lips connected to his, This kiss was hungry, passionate as she quickly slipped her tongue between his lips and massaged it against his; her eyes closed. She needed him, honestly and truthfully, she needed him.

There was so much to James Rousseau that she couldn’t fathom, she couldn’t handle and she didn’t even pretend to understand. She couldn’t get over the taste of his lips, the touch of his fingers along her thighs. She wanted to shred his clothes from his body but instead, she decided to take is slow. She wanted the intimacy to remain, just as it lingered on their lips as they kissed. Eve didn’t want this to be hasty and needy, she wanted it to be all they were together. After all, they were official now. This would be almost like their first time.

Eve pulled back after a moment, so she could breathe, looking at him from the close proximity, and grinning. She moved back just a bit so she could unzip her dress a bit, tugging at it after she brought the zipper down enough to get it down by pulling the fabric. Eve peeled off her dress, pulling it over her head after a moment and tossing it to the side, her smile still apparent as she finished and leaned back down to crash her lips against his once more.

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As she pulled off from him, his eyes slowly opened to stare up at Eve. James' normal smirk appeared on his face, just watching her in front of him. She was so addictive, and he loved watching her work. As she leaned over, placing her lips on his neck and working away at his shirt, James bit down on his bottom lip and tilted his head to the side- offering more space.

His fingers gently began to trace the soft skin along her thigh. James felt like in was surrounded by a moment of pure bliss, and nothing could ruin him. He was so high up into the clouds, and he felt like there was no force that could make him crash back down. Hearing her sweet voice, he only smiled larger than before. "Yeah? I've missed you too, darlin'."

James' head snapped back into the previous position, straight forward and looking up at Eve. All he wanted to do was kiss her again. Kiss her for hours, kiss her for days on end. She made him go insane, but in the best way possible. James loved every minute he shared with Eve. It was some of his greatest moments in life. So with that, and with all of those thoughts in mind, James leaned forward just enough to press his lips back onto hers.

Eve shuddered as she felt his teeth grind against her bottom lip, accompanied by the gentle slip of his tongue. Oh he knew what to do to drive her wild, sober or otherwise. She’d come to expect things like this  from him, the subtle instances of desire and lust mingling together with his assorted affections. All in all, he was becoming a man she knew beneath the sheets as well as around her everyday; though this wasn’t to say she was getting too used to him, he still surprised her and really, she liked the familiarity of him beside her, inside her, surrounding her.

Slowly, she pulled away from him, tugging her lip out from between his teeth. Eve got far enough back that she could see his face, a small smile on her lips for a moment, just staring at him, until it turned devious the next instant. Leaning down, her hand came over to the buttons on his shirt; biting her lip coyly, Eve grinned, bringing her lips to his neck as her fingers worked to undo the first button. With each kiss down his neck, over his collar bone, to his chest, Eve undid another button; her lips made a path from the crook of his neck all the way down to his navel, having fully unbuttoned his shirt.

Tongue sliding out, she licked a circle around his belly button before kissing the line of flesh to his pants and belt. Sitting up, she adjusted herself on his thighs as her hands worked to take his shirt out from inside his pants. "I’ve missed you baby." Her smile was genuine as she brought her hands up to his chest and slowly slipped them down along the curves of his chest and stomach.

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As she watched her move around, James had to match her grin with one of his own. "I knew it.." After that one line, James fell silent. His arms opened for a moment as Eve crawled and sat on top of him. His hands fell down onto her upper thighs, and James adjusted himself on the mattress. The thumbs on both of his hands began to rub against her thighs, his lips turning up into a sweet yet smug smile. 

Once she began to lean down, James' heart began to beat a bit faster. His eyes went wide, eager to press his lips against hers. But of course, there had to be that slight tease. His lips quivered and twitched underneath hers, trying to inch towards a kiss. James' eyes shut, welcoming the sensation of her soft lips quickly going to work. In the beginning, the kiss was gentle and kind, but as it proceeded, it became more than before. James leaned forward, pressing his lips more roughly against Eve's, trying to deepen it as much as possible with the burning passion inside of him. His grip on her thighs tightened, fingers digging into her soft skin. His teeth gently took a hold of her bottom lip, nibbling on it before running his tongue along the edge. 

Grinning has he held out the bottle to her again, Eve nodded, taking it from him and setting it down on the other side of the bedside table. She then turned her attention back to James with a grin. "Oh I can think of a few things." Her dress’s skirt wasn’t as form fitting as other dresses she owned so it was easy to lift up her dress so that it draped over his languid form and slowly crawl over him. Eve agilely moved a top him and straddled his waist; coming to rest just over it before settling down so she was sitting on his upper thighs, without putting too much pressure on his crotch. Licking her lips a bit, Eve bent over his body, hands on either side of his head as she stared down at him; her body lingering just barely above his own. She brought her lips to his, grazing the tender flesh of them with hers, caressing his lips before actually leaning in for a soft kiss. Her eyes closed, letting the affections deepen the kiss gradually, as the moments passed.

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As they both walked into the hotel room, James was led towards the bed. He fell back onto it, a small sigh escaping his lips. He was still holding onto the wine bottle, thinking about taking another sip but that would mean sitting up, which takes effort. So, James just laid back and kicked off his dress shoes. Even from the awkward angle he was in, James watched as Eve walked towards him, then taking the bottle. Smirking up at her, he reached out and took the bottle back. James raised a brow as she leaned closer, his smile growing even more. "Mmm...Well I got an idea, but I have a feeling like you do as well. Right?" Pausing for a second, he held the bottle of wine out to her, "Can you put that somewhere else, love? Can't let the bottle get in the way now."

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James leaned against Eve in the slightest, his feet dragging along the ground and his grip tight around the bottle of wine. "Pssft- No." Once the cab came up, he waited for a moment. Eve opened the door, helping him get inside and onto the back seat. James leaned back, his head resting against the seat as well as he looked out of the window. Licking his lips, he took another sip from the bottle as the car began to drive off.

A small smile began to form on his lips, feeling Eve's hand glide up and down his thigh. Turning his head to look over at her, his smile grew even more as her hand slid more towards his crotch. A light chuckle passed his lips, bringing the bottle of wine up and taking a sip from it. James felt as though he probably should put the bottle down, but that wasn't going to happen. He was in too much of an amazing mood, and the wine was so incredible. James just continued to take a couple sips every once in a while.

But as the car pulled up to the curb in front of the hotel, Eve pulled out a couple dollars which would handle the cab ride, and then got out. James scooted his way towards the door, slowly getting out of the back seat and trying not to spill any of the wine by accident. He began to stumble towards the doors of the hotel, taking a hold of the handing and swinging it open for Eve. "After y-you, M'lady."

Walking in after, James looked down at the bottle of wine and placed the cork back into the top. His legs wobbled lightly with each step, a small chuckle falling from his lips once again. James still had no idea why he was laughing. It was just one of those moments that were so enjoyable, he couldn't suppress a smile. The amount of alcohol that he had didn't help the situation either. "E-Eve.." James paused, wrapping an arm around her. "..Did I ever tell..- Did I ever tell you how good you looked today, baby? 'Cause you look amazing. You looked ace the entire day. You're still lookin' ace right now."

With his arm on her shoulder and a grin on her lips, Eve shook her head. "You’re extremely drunk baby." She leaned over a bit and pecked him on the cheek before dragging him to the curb with her and waving her hand when she found one driving down the road. When it came to a halt, she smiled and opened the door, getting the very tipsy James into the cab and shutting the door.

“La Mardain de Lucie please.” Eve said, smiling over at James as she nestled herself into the back seat comfortably, her hand coming to rest on his thigh and slowly sliding up at as they drove down the road. She kept her eyes forward, her lip firmly between her teeth and her hand gently stroking along his upper thigh. Ever so often it would slip closer to his crotch before sliding away.

When they arrived at the hotel, Eve paid the cabby and thanked him, getting out of the cab and waiting for James to get out as well.

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A light grunt noise passed through his lips, feeling Eve's tongue drift along into his mouth. His tongue met up with her own, twirling around and flicking against her bottom lip. He took a fist full of material from the back of her dress, pushing himself closer to her and working his lips upon hers. 

Pulling back as she did, James licked his lips and smirked once more, "...I won't reject it. That's for damn sure." Backing up from her, he took another sip from the bottle. "So-" He paused, clearing his throat for a moment, "Where the fuck is the cab?" He began to look around, walking among the sidewalk almost like he was searching for one. "Did we order a cab? Is it coming?" James' head snapped back towards Eve, "We didn't order a cab, did we? Bloody hell. Those..taxi people should already know that people need rides home. It's late, you know? Like...shit. Why- Why do they gotta be so inconsiderate like that? Fuckin' wankers." 

Lazily stumbling his way back towards Eve while taking another long sip of wine and giggling to himself, James threw his arm around Eve's shoulders, "Why don't you do that cute thing, and score us a ride home, hm? They'll just drive past my ugly mug." 

Eve walked out of the restaurant with James, watching as he popped off the cork to the wine and took a large chug after shouting. Shaking her head, she laughed. "Baby you’re gonna get arrested." She murmured, walking along side him with a grin. She didn’t mind how he was acting, he was happy and that in turn made her happy; though she had to admit she’d never really been around James when he’d consumed a great deal of alcohol, so this was bound to be interesting.

At his kiss, Eve shuddering into his touch, welcoming the embrace of his arm and the intensity of the kiss; she wasted no time in deepening it, sliding her tongue into his mouth and tasting the mingling of wine with his natural taste. Her hands came up to the sides of his cheeks, caressing them gently before moving further back to tangle in his hair, tugging him to her more so.

After a long kiss, Eve pulled back, panting softly; her cheeks flushed and lips read from kissing. "Well then… I should get you drunk more often." She whispered, blinking a bit as she registered everything around her.

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Smirking over at Eve, he tilted his head up slightly as she began to attack his jaw. James let out a low, throaty chuckle as he sat and enjoyed her lips along his skin. "Mmm...Don't worry, love. I don't think there'll be a problem." But as the waiter came back, James looked towards him and leaned forward. He nodded slightly, thanking the young man for the check and bottle of wine. "Merci." James looked down at the small sheet of paper, listing off their meals and the prices. He sat up slightly, just to take out his wallet. Pulling out a couple of bills, he laid them out flat against the piece of paper and made sure to tip the waiter well enough for helping and serving them tonight. James was never cheap when it came to tipping. His head turned, "..Alright- time to go." With that, James scooted his way out of the booth and stood up straight. He waited for Eve to get out before taking the bottle of wine and walking towards the exit.

Exiting the building, James walked along the sidewalk and popped open the bottle of wine using his hands. Raising the bottle in the air, he chuckled, "Vive le Français!" [long live the french!] Raising the rim of the bottle up to his lips, he tilted the glass and took a long chug. Turning back towards Eve, he couldn't help but laugh again. James stood right in front of her, peering down, his smirk still apparent. "Come 'ere, lovie." Leaning over, James forcefully pressed his lips against hers, his free arm wrapping around her waist just to pull Eve close.

Breathing deeply as the waiter returned and James requested another bottle of wine, she grinned. "I hope this wine wont impede your… abilities." She leaned in, kissing along his jawline slowly until the waiter came back with the new bill and the bottle of wine. Eve smiled at him and thanked him, her hand pressing against James’ thigh as she waited patiently for James to pay so they could leave.

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Looking towards the waiter for a moment as Eve requested the check, James leaned back into the booth, his hand pressing into her thigh. Once the waiter walked off, James bit down on his bottom lip, “…Mhmm. Getting back would be best.” Yet of course, the waiter came back moments later, asking if they wanted anything before the bill came. James paused, and knew exactly what he wanted. “A bottle of that wine to go, please.” Nodding, he waiter walked off once again. James turned to Eve, smirking, “Thought more wine would do us some good.”

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James raised a brow for a moment, just looking over at Eve. What did she mean he didn’t need to thank her? Of course he did. She gave him this second chance. A chance to make things right especially when he was the one to ruin it all. That’s why he had to thank her for everything. Without her, he’d be nothing. He would just be some scum bag who, in a sense, cheated. After all, even if James just made things official; they pretty much were before. “Then we’ll just have to thank each other. I suppose we are both grateful for what the other has done…” James was getting used to her foot rubbing against his leg, but as she was speaking, something unexpected came into play. A sharp in hale of air entered his lips, his eyes slightly widening and then relaxing in a matter of seconds. A smug, and playful grin settled on his face. “…Oh? Well, I’m very interested in seeing exactly how…thankful you are.”