Roof, Tuesday Evening

[withoutverona]

Romeo Montague lit a final candle, moved it ever so slightly, and grinned at his handiwork. A card table made a fine place to dine on takeout Chinese food, if it was on a roof and bedecked with a tablecloth and candles, and a small rug could serve as a dance floor. And for his orchestra, he had iTunes playing a stream of slow, jazzy music.

He considered the problem of invaders from the door to the roof, and, regretfully, decided he couldn't lock or block it. But he could have a sign at the ready to post as soon as Yurika arrived.

[OOC: For one, though the door is not locked. Up early for slowplay.]

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The little voice in her head had silenced the moment their lips met, and Yurika wasn't really thinking at all now. Nothing beyond the desire for more, anyway. More lips, more kissing, more of his hand that was so nicely situated on her back. Simply more.

This was a wonderful date.