You know he’s a bad idea, but you’ve got a hundred bad ideas on your belt loop, so you figure, what’s another one?
When he’s crossing the dance floor, you think quick and grab his arm. Pull you towards him so your lips are almost touching.
He pulls away.
“Not here,” He hisses in a low, angry tone. “Don’t- not here.” You can see his dark eyes shifting under the his mask- a handsome raven one, carved specially for him by the Capulet family.
You smile and chuckle to yourself, drawing him close again.
“Everyone is busy drinking,” you tell him, tracing your finger along his lower lip sensually. “Making merry. We should too.”
He pulls away again and shakes his head, frowning deeply.
“No,” he says. “Not here.”
“Then where?” You ask slyly.
He pauses. Looks you over for a long moment. You can see the calculation running through his eyes. Trying to decide if it was worth the risk.
You stand there and let him scrutinize you. Your Cheshire cat-like smile never leaves.
“… in the back,” He says finally. “My chambers. You know-“
“I know where it is,” you tell him. He frown, but he nods.
“15 minutes,” He tells you.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” you say.
And you brush past him, with the softest of smiles.