"Yes, however would we explain it," Mab teased, echoing something he'd said to her back at the Mansion. She was already a little wet, just from the anticipation. And his slow, intimate caress had her eyes closing for just a moment. She was too good at this game to be too obvious right in front of her mortal mother.
Their meal arrived then, and Mab was grateful for the table cloth. It hid her and Bres' hand well and the waiter couldn't even tell anything was amiss. Their plates were left and drinks refilled, and then the three were left to their enjoyment, both known and secret.
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Date: 2012-11-30 09:34 am (UTC)Their meal arrived then, and Mab was grateful for the table cloth. It hid her and Bres' hand well and the waiter couldn't even tell anything was amiss. Their plates were left and drinks refilled, and then the three were left to their enjoyment, both known and secret.