All characters are over 18.
~*~
Without your glasses, the lights blur and merge into each other, going from one, to two- to... perhaps a million points of little dots.
Out into your peripherals.
'We're here', she said softly as the car slowed to a stop opposite Thai Hoa Cafe. Facing the Han river, its upper levels barely visible from the outside and cloaked in dark, ambient tones; it looked rather cozy.
You opened your mouth as she grabbed your hand, biting your lips as she guided-dragged you across the busy streets, weaving between oncoming traffic in that slapdash grace of jaywalking all Vietnames did, something you didn't need any help with doing.
'Watch your step.'
But her grip was firm, and very... hot. Warm. It was warm, and. And... yeah.
She sat mere inches from you, practically in your lap; or you in hers- she was a tall girl, and she had very... well.
'Hmphm', Elizabeth perused the menu, wagging a cute little waitress over, shifting you well and fully onto her. If the girl attending to your orders noticed this dynamic, she did well to pretend she didn't.
Your mind was doing things.
The word that... most your friends would use was 'thicc'- and this was to address her thighs- but for one reason or another (and you sniffed a little as you thought of this again), you would never think of Elizabeth like so. You liked to imagine her ample, or generous, or well-endowed, in fact any adjectives to praise really fucking hot thighs- although her bosom was visited by none of the same blessings; a fact you know was her constant source of dysphoria, and somehow her displeasure also tended to bring you sadness.
That your train of thought went off the rails, that not without difficulty you were distracted, that you kept sneaking glances at her like a thief although you were completely allowed to stare. It wasn't really your fault.
She smelled very nice.
'I got two lattes', she whispered to you; although she didn't have to- the entire third floor had but a few occupants: a bartender at the far end minding his own business, a brooding young lad in the opposite keeping his eyes to himself, and a roving waitress staying within the shadows. 'I hope you like strawberry.'
No one else would disturb you.
But the whispering, mhmm, you liked it.
'S-strawberry?' you asked, blinking.
'Cake', she murmured, running a hand down past your thigh, tickling the front of your pants, breathing down besides your ear.
