[Nothing matters. Really, in that moment nothing at all matters. It's innocent enough, with only his hand on her knee - firmly in place and not moving an inch there is barely anything sexual about the moment, and somehow he knows that makes it easier. Being together, kissing - is one thing. The rest is an entirely different ballgame.
It's a few moments before he pulls away again, satisfied by the moment. After all, there's ice cream to be eaten. He offers a smile, eyes fixed on hers as he turns, to sit back in his chair. It's not that simple though, there's a clatter of crockery - and the bowl tips up it's side.
He's on his feet quickly, grabbing the bowl and setting it straight, but it's far too late - and ice cream is slowly seeping out across the table.]
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Date: 2009-12-14 12:52 am (UTC)It's a few moments before he pulls away again, satisfied by the moment. After all, there's ice cream to be eaten. He offers a smile, eyes fixed on hers as he turns, to sit back in his chair. It's not that simple though, there's a clatter of crockery - and the bowl tips up it's side.
He's on his feet quickly, grabbing the bowl and setting it straight, but it's far too late - and ice cream is slowly seeping out across the table.]
Ah, whoops.