She answered him in a positive volley of kisses, each growing progressively more heated until she started to feel the slightest bit faint.
"I didn't know you could do that," she said finally, sounding slightly awed amidst the breathlessness. Elliot wasn't one for—well, anything in the category of the flighty, fanciful, or pretence, and Elsie often felt that no matter how dark matters got, that was where she lived the most. Watching even the suggestion of that kind of spark in him—well, it made her do things like that!
Though it was fueled in part by the liquor, she had to admit. It would be wisest for Elsie to refrain from it at all, as one drink was enough to make her lose her head. But being that it was her very first since Elysia, and the atmosphere was so jovial and a bit adventurous, she couldn't resist, and the result was that she was now plastered to her husband after having rather aggressively manhandled him in public.
Blushing, although nowhere near as fiercely as she would be without the crutch of a fruity drink, she slid back down on her heels and began to unlace her fingers from behind his neck. "I suppose," Elsie cleared her throat, "you'll have to be careful about how you wield that in future…"
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