She realises they have been chatting for an hour or more by the time their plates are taken away and she is on to her third glass of wine. Lunch has passed much more normally, his hand not returning under her dress again, although there have been a few lovely little touches of her arm or leg as they talk and laugh together. It could be a perfectly normally lunch date she tells herself, although she hopes it doesn’t end that way. Around them the restaurant has emptied out with just a few late diners remaining.
“Shall we?” he asks once the bill has been settled, his eyes flicking towards the door, making his meaning clear. She nods and allows him to stand first and help her up, suddenly remembering why she doesn’t usually drink at lunchtime as she sways slightly.
“Thank you for coming” their waitress calls as they begin to make their way out, “and have a lovely rest of your afternoon finishing what you started” she adds directly to Felicity with a grin, making her blush yet again as she remembers what she did right in front of the waitress.
“We will” he informs them both as he leads her outside to the car park, the bright sunlight taking her by surprise, a reminder it is still only early afternoon. He makes no effort to hide his hand sliding down her waist, over her bum as they walk slowly back to his car. She is quiet, waiting eagerly to know what might happen next.
“So Flis” he talks as he helps her back into his car…
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