Meetup on Erie

[Byron]

As John pulled his jacket over her shoulders, Elena suddenly felt a pair of lips gently touching her neck. She couldn't help but jerk slightly, briefly tensing her body as this took her by surprise, though she quickly began relaxing again. After quickly slipping into the jacket with her arms, feeling the heavy weight of it on her shoulders, but also the emerging warmth, she turned her head around to face John once again, who was sitting behind her.

Only the contours of his face were still visible as the candle, which was flickering in the breeze that had appeared, lightened both their faces slightly. The reddish light was giving his face a new touch, a somewhat mysterious one, as parts of his face were already put into darkness, making her unable to fully read his expressions. Was he waiting for her to make a move, or would he take the business in his own hands?

As Elena changed her body position once more, feeling uncomfortable with having only her head turned around. Maybe coincidentally, maybe not - it's anyone's guess - she suddenly found herself closer to John than she had planned, her nose slightly touching his and her nearly feeling his calm breath on her face. The chuckle of hers quickly transformed into a playful and cheeky grin, as her brown eyes started glowing.

"So, you think you know about a way to shut me up, huh?", she whispered slowly while still grinning slightly, so he could understand every single of her words. Moving her lips closer to his right ear, nearly touching it, she continued. "Care to explain what exactly you mean with that? Preferably in every ... single ... detail..."

Moving her head back in front of his, her look wandered John's eyes and lips, wondering what he would do next, and also how his lips could taste.