I don't want to steal your freedom
you don't have to change your mind
Like blood in the water, something in Harper sits up and pays attention when Maea meets his teasing with the same energy. Maybe even something darker. If he were less buzzed maybe he would find that concerning, but right now the challenge only makes his blood sing, the need to show off and impress rising to the fore with her affected boredom.
Moving and juggling is not outside his repertoire, but he has to do it quickly to catch the next apple she throws, and he clucks his tongue disapprovingly at her even as his lips twitch. "I told you I can't do nearly as exotic things without a trapeze, but if the lady is growing bored...?" Harper neatly catches each fruit as they descend, tucking them into his arms when they grow too plentiful before walking toward her.
Still shirtless as he is, it's undeniably sexual, and he leans toward her by bending at the waist to open his arms and deposit the fruit into her lap and the plush chair to her sides. As if that was truly necessary to get them there. He braces his arms on each side of her, hands folding over the curved edges of the papasan's wicker outer rim. "I'm listening, Maea," he folds her name across his tongue elegantly, unable to conceal his smirk. Surely this is checkmate given how easy she'd been to fluster before. Just because he's normally a gentleman doesn't mean she doesn't know everything about him either. "What can I do to hold your attention better?"
Moving and juggling is not outside his repertoire, but he has to do it quickly to catch the next apple she throws, and he clucks his tongue disapprovingly at her even as his lips twitch. "I told you I can't do nearly as exotic things without a trapeze, but if the lady is growing bored...?" Harper neatly catches each fruit as they descend, tucking them into his arms when they grow too plentiful before walking toward her.
Still shirtless as he is, it's undeniably sexual, and he leans toward her by bending at the waist to open his arms and deposit the fruit into her lap and the plush chair to her sides. As if that was truly necessary to get them there. He braces his arms on each side of her, hands folding over the curved edges of the papasan's wicker outer rim. "I'm listening, Maea," he folds her name across his tongue elegantly, unable to conceal his smirk. Surely this is checkmate given how easy she'd been to fluster before. Just because he's normally a gentleman doesn't mean she doesn't know everything about him either. "What can I do to hold your attention better?"
I just want to make you love me
so please let me take my time
HARPER
