There is no such thing as a bad idea.
An audible laugh escaped, resonating down the bond while drawing the attention of nearby spectators who were trying to figure out the reason. He matched her smile with a playful grin of his own, a glint in his eyes full of subtle suggestion. Other than racing? Nothing that should be said here. Even just between us. The last part was a more intimate whisper, like a brush against her ear, a secret just for them. He knew no one would hear them through the bond, but thought she might not appreciate the deep blush that would spread across her cheeks - or the fact that his non-sexual talents involved drugs and racing.
Ace pretended to take count of the different people and who might be eyeing who, a low hum of consideration filtering between them. Mmmm. Perhaps. But I don't look as good in a dress. When he turned to look at Soh again, he had another teasing grin on his face, confident that they were both turning heads, not that he cared. Instead, he led her into another twirl as the music picked up, watching her dress flare once more before bringing her close again, his hand moving ever so slightly lower.
Ace pretended to take count of the different people and who might be eyeing who, a low hum of consideration filtering between them. Mmmm. Perhaps. But I don't look as good in a dress. When he turned to look at Soh again, he had another teasing grin on his face, confident that they were both turning heads, not that he cared. Instead, he led her into another twirl as the music picked up, watching her dress flare once more before bringing her close again, his hand moving ever so slightly lower.
Only Poorly Executed Awesome Ones.
Ace
