Her giggles intensified at his playful nature, putting the cake off her lap so it wouldn’t topple over. Grabbing a bit more of the icing she smeared some on his lips like lipstick and kissed it off his lips, licking her own in the process. It was a rare moment when he decided to be silly like this and she couldn’t help but relish in it and see how far he was willing to go.
“So it’s a challenge then? Cause I don’t really think you could win against me~” she teased, taking the icing off her cheek and sucking on her finger, watching him from below her lashes.
When she teased him like that, Jack knew he didn’t stand a chance. Trying to sound valiant, he answered, “Perhaps not, but I shan’t go down easily.”
Being confident and playful like this was still so new to him. But when he was with Katelynn, somehow it became easier. Maybe it was because it was just the two of them, or because it was a special occasion. Or perhaps it was just her – some special thing about her that made it easy for the shy man to be brave enough to show how much he loved her.
He kissed her eagerly, tasting the icing and the familiar sweetness of her lips. Getting some more frosting on his fingers, he moved from her face to her bare shoulder, smearing a streak there and bending his head to lick it off slowly.
She gasped, her body suddenly growing hot at the gesture as she leaned her head back only just to hide her blush. “G-Goodness sir..you put up a good fight..” His warm tongue felt so good on her cool skin that she felt if he kept that up she was sure to lose this little teasing bout.
Not that her shy painter wasn’t wonderful as he was but dressed as he was, talking like that – he seemed like a true prince. As a child she had often dreamed of being whisked away by one and here he was.
But kingdom or not she loved who he was on the inside. Smiling, she waited until he had completely licked her shoulder so she could lean over to peck his lips. “I concede defeat.” Mostly because if they continued this way then the fantasy was sure to be over with the removal of clothes. “Shall we eat cake and enjoy it over tea, sir?”
As fun as it would have been to keep going, Jack was content to stop. He wasn’t ready to take his costume off just yet, or risk getting frosting on Katelynn’s dress. Who knows – if the rest of the evening went well, maybe they could continue this later.
“As you wish, my love.” He kissed her hand, ever the gracious victor. “I’ll go make us a proper tea. And I believe you had a movie in mind?"
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