Now he mentions it, she is a little peckish.

Felicity considers the question, briefly wondering if there is some underlying innuendo in the question. But as she looks up at him, she sees he really is enquiring about her stomach and not her pussy.

“A little” she finally tells him as she glances at the clock on his wall, realising she has already been here a couple of hours.

“Well, what would you like? Ladies’ choice” he declares, before adding “I mean takeaway, I don’t think I want to be messing about with any cooking tonight, not when I have you like this right now.”

“Oh I don’t mind” Felicity says, worried she might make a poor choice if she were to select, wondering if his idea of a takeaway is very different to hers; Chinese or pizza being the usual.

“Now don’t be silly, you can have anything you want” he continues, easing her off his shoulder just long enough that he can lean over to grab something from the small table beside the sofa. As he returns, he has a handful of takeaway menus which he hands to her. It’s almost a relief for Felicity when she sees the selection includes the full range, plus a couple more upmarket ones.

“Pizza?” she suggests as she flicks through the menus, confident he won’t mind her choice considering he has at least half a dozen pizza restaurants in the collection.

“Great choice” he agrees as he plucks a menu from her hands, “this ok for you?” She nods, and five minutes later he has an order placed, with so many extras she half wonders if he isn’t expecting more company to join them.

“Should I.. you know, put something on?” she enquires as she settles against him once more.

“Why on earth would you want to do that Flis, I’m enjoying the view and the feel of your warm skin as it is”

“But…” she starts, ready to suggest maybe being naked when a delivery arrives isn’t the most sensible of ideas, but before she can say more, he rests a finger on her lips to stop her. And as he does, she wonders if this is all part of his plan for the evening.