A look, shared
Added 2022-11-06 15:30:01 +0000 UTCYou've been at this wedding all day, and now you both want to slip away for the evening.
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The two of you shared a look. Each of you saying different things over the dinner table but sharing the same want. The rest of the table couldn’t hear anything that was passing between the two of you, but both of you understood the other’s desires.
Your dominant was looking at you with a sort of smug satisfaction. Their hand brushed their necklace, a crystal pendant, almost absent mindedly. Their smile had reached their eyes. They were looking forward to taking control of your mind and body later.
Your own look to them was one of desire. You wanted them. Intensely. The heat churning in your stomach made you want to dive across the table and kiss them there and then. But you knew better. You knew that you’d get the passion you desired. Later.
There was one final thing that the look had, from both of you. Longing. A longing to be out of this place. For the small talk with others to stop, and to get to just enjoy one another’s company. It had been a long day. You felt their hand grasp yours, give it a little squeeze.
And you blinked, finally. That look might have been too long. Your mind had begun to feel fuzzy. You looked around, taking a sip of your drink, and smiled at them, blushing. They grinned back, and turned to the person next to them. Soon. That was what the look meant.
