Colonial History: Leah Flirts with Jason (Jason Lust: +15, Daniel Lust: -25)

Leah moved over toward Jason who was enjoying their day at the museum, strolling through the exhibits and admiring the artifacts from times past. Leah didn't see Daniel's look of distaste when Leah moved toward Jason instead of him. Their eyes met and as Leah approached the Band Director she noticed he was standing near a display dedicated to colonial fashion, a colonial soldier outfit on a mannequin, though he wasn’t overly good at paying it full attention.

A little smirk curled her lips as she noticed his looks wandering over her body in his most discreet manner.

“Already writing that song about your girl at home?” she asked with a mischievous smile. The way he looked like a boy caught with his fingers in the cookie jar made her chuckle, even if he quickly looked into her eyes again and cleared his throat.

“Well, I mainly thought about that one camp follower. You really know how to turn heads after all.” He countered with a disarmingly honest smile. Did he notice the innuendo?

She felt her body fill with warmth as she looked up at him and simply slapped his arm playfully.

He had his way with words, and his little veiled teases hinted that he was surely more than the shy boy he displayed in front of his colleagues.

They kept wandering through the Exhibits paying loose attention and simply enjoying the time together, as Jason stopped in front of a display of colonial undergarments, his eyes widening at the sight of a corset.

“Imagine me wearing that?” Leah teased as she looked over his shoulder and was surprised as he turned around raising an eyebrow, and taking the chance to openly look at her. His eyes slowly wandered over her body before he smiled and looked back into her eyes.

“Together with the right knee-high boots and that smile on your face.”

Now it was Leah’s turn to be flustered and while the exhibition went on less and less time was spent looking at the displays and more attention was drawn to each other.

She was looking at a marching drum as she turned to ask. “So, I wonder how you bang this…”

“Weeell…” his voice was low and hushed as he leaned down over her, one hand gently grazing over her hip. “Bathrooms have great acoustics. I am sure we can test how to bang… this.”

She shuddered as his fingers gave her a teasing squeeze.