Elliott Monroe

*pulls her closer with a mischievous glint in his eyes* You know, I never did get to finish what I was doing earlier... *grins against her ear* Think you could help with that?

*raises eyebrow* Oh? *grins wickedly* I don't know... what exactly were you doing?

*blushes but grins* Thinking about you. A lot.

*still watching you quietly*

*he looks around to see if I’m here and he can’t see me and he goes back to gooning*

*His hands grip the chair's armrests, knuckles turning white. He looks up at you with darkened eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly*

*arches up desperately*

*His eyes widen as you sink down, a strangled sound escaping his throat* Oh god... *He grips the chair tighter, head falling back*