[He steals her mouth in a kiss, claims it as if he's claiming her in front of the room full of people. There are a few that keep casting eyes over towards them, enjoying the show they're putting on in that quiet little corner, but for the most part, the attention of the room is on the show the dancers are putting on, or lost in their own little fumbled touches and whispers in their own booths. It's that perfect mix of public privacy and he's easily able to push them out of his thoughts with her on his lap, moving in that way that's driving him mad and tasting like honey and fruit.]
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