Risking a glance at Shanoa, Theo couldn't help but pay attention as she cleaned herself up in such a… Zeltron way. His jaw dropped as a blush came to his face, and he hurriedly looked away again, sipping his wine to distract himself, even though the attraction and budding arousal radiated off him clearly.
“So, um… I take it you really enjoy the mashed potatoes…” he said after swallowing. “I’m pleased you enjoy this food so much, really.”
Having taken a bite of food, Theo managed to avoid choking at Shanoa’s teasing words. Swallowing his bite, he washed it down with a sip of wine.
“In that case, it's my first date,” he admitted. “I've been worried about how I might appear to you, but hearing you say you're enjoying your time with me is very… What’s the word I'm looking for? Heartening. It makes me feel much better about myself, because I've never… really considered myself a particularly interesting person. For someone so beautiful to say such things… Quite a confidence booster. Thank you, Shanoa.”
There was nothing in his emotions or body language to indicate he was anything but sincere. So it seemed he truly did consider himself uninteresting, and was surprised when she indicated otherwise. Why would someone like him have such low self-esteem?
Shanoa smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy inside.. and it wasn't just because she was getting full now or the wine from now or earlier... It was that she felt a connection to Theo, and it was such a good feeling, a rare feeling. She sipped he wine as she looked over across the table at Theo, her plate finally cleaned of what she had laoded it with.
"You know, if I hadn't a job to eliver very soon... I'd ask to stay the night. For the first time in a long time, I actually feel kinda safe... full and safe and with great company." She sighed whistfully.
“Are you certain you can’t stay the night?” Theo found himself asking in a mildly imploring tone. “I would love for you to stay the night… Is it imperative that you get whatever this shipment is to its destination as soon as possible, or can you afford to wait until morning?”
It was an innocent enough question, and Theo certainly wanted to help her feel “safe” as she described it. But again he wondered if maybe he was overstepping his bounds… If she had a job to do, if it was on a time limit he didn't want to seem like he was trying to interfere with it. This was her livelihood after all. And yet at the same time, he felt a longing… not for her body, but just for her company.
Shanoa gave him a small sad smile. "Yeah, I pretty much have to. I'm sorry, contract is made so I have to deliver on time. But like I suggested, I can come back after- if you're not too busy... maybe spend the night or stay till I get anothe job lined up?" She offered.
Frowning a bit as she clarified that yes, she needed to get the job done ASAP, Theo nodded nonetheless.
“Then I will eagerly await your return… at which point I will gladly let you stay here for as long as you need, as a personal guest of mine,” he said. “And, silver lining… The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can return, right?”
"Oh yes, I have to wait for it to be loaded first, but after that i'm clear to go, deliver, get my pay, and come back." She went through the path in her mind. She was about to sip more wine and she pasued. "Actually be best if I wasn't drunk when I did so," SHe chuckled, setting the glass down.
"I'll get a notice once they're done, so... untill then... I'm here with you as your guest." SHe smiled brilliantly.
Dazzled by Shanoa’s smile, Theo blushed and looked away, clearing his throat after eating the last of his food.
“I’m… somewhat embarrassed to ask, but would you perhaps like to join me on my sofa over there, and let me massage your feet while we talk? I imagine they are sore after spending a while walking in heels, and once you are told you need to go it will be a walk back down to the Plaza, so…”
He cleared his throat a bit, not meeting her eyes. Apparently he thought such a question was him being bold.
Theo met her eyes as she stood, and briefly panicked, thinking that perhaps he had upset her for some reason. Then the words came out of her mouth, and he looked simultaneously relieved, pleased, and flabbergasted as he smiled.
He stood, offering her his hand, and once she had taken it he strolled with her to an adjacent room, into a living room that was rather spacious and just as beautifully-decorated as the dining room. Before a large holoscreen mounted on a wall there was a long sofa made with expensive Alderaanian leather, the same kind used on wildly exclusive star yachts, which was now an extremely prized commodity after Alderaan's destruction nearly a decade previously.
Theo sat, and, heart still hammering in his chest as he fought to contain his incredibly high emotions of giddiness, nervousness, and even lust, he gestured for her to put her feet in his lap so he could remove her shoes, and thus begin her pampering.
Shanoa shimmered her way towards the sofa, her dress making a nice cling'ing chime sound as she moved. Her dazzling ruby-skinned hand in his tan flesh one for balance. As she sat down, Shanoa made herself comfortable, moving her legs up, one by one, sliding her smooth ruby legs across his lap, showing him her beautiful heels. The metallic fringe and mesh of her gown slidd on either side of her thighs as she rested her feet on his lap.
Watching Shanoa saunter to him and then sit, propping her long legs up and putting her feet in his lap, Theo simply couldn't believe his impossible luck on this roller coaster of a night. He eyed her beautiful heels, admiring them, before he slowly, reverently removed them and carefully placed them down on the floor, recalling that Shanoa had said her outfit had been a gift and wanting to see it taken care of.
And then he eyed her bare feet, perfectly proportioned, and everything about this whole situation seemed to just get to him as his arousal spiked higher than ever before. He placed his hands along her feet and began to glide them quite skillfully across her exposed, soft skin, teasing and massaging as he began to make her aches and pains just melt away. His face was calm, but his heart was pounding, and he was fighting a losing battle between his legs as he fought to keep his… excitement from being noticed.
“Would you believe me if I said I can't believe I'm in this situation right now?” he joked. “Just tell me when you want me to stop… Or don't. I, um, I'm good either way…”
Shanoa made herself veeerryyyy comfortable, lounging like a resting goddess with her feet in his lap. "By all means... show me how skilled your hands are, Theo." She smiled, giving him a wink. "Melt.... Me..." Shanoa leaned back with a pillow propped up behind her back and neck.
"So you... like feet, I take it? Is it like,... your kink or something?" Her tone did not judge, but was more of interest to see if her theory was correct.
At Shanoa’s first words and her wink, Theo couldn't help it-- a tenting occurred between his legs, as his hands glided along her smooth skin, thumbs teasing at her nerve clusters with incredible skill as they danced along her soles, hitting all the right spots to relieve her pain and tension, and provide pleasure for her, this goddess who had offered him her feet and commanded him to pamper her. And he aimed to make a very good first impression.
And then she asked her question, and Theo reflexively froze up. Of course, a woman from a race as hedonistic and libertine as the Zeltrons would regard the sexual kinks of a milquetoast young man like himself as a quaint curiosity, even if he found it embarrassing to own up to-- especially on a first meeting. Doing his best to ignore the tent in his pants (a sizable tent, she would be able to see), he sighed, continuing his pampering.
“Yes…” he admitted, not meeting her eyes. “I apologize if I'm making a big deal out of it, but it… It's just kind of embarrassing for me to discuss. Not that I've ever actually told anyone, I just-- I-- Ah, dank ferrik...”
"Why do you feel ashamed? Embarassed? Kink is a kink." She shrugged, melting into the couch with a warm content smile. "Everyyyone has them. Nothing to feel shame for." Shanoa chuckled. "This is by far the tamest kink I've ever seen. You want to know mine? Just so we are even?" SHe opened her eyes and moved her head to look at him. Just then finally noticing his ... tent, with a quirked eyebrow and a smirk.
Shanoa took the foot he wasn't massaging and brushed it against his tented pants on accident. Ooopsies! THe smirk on her golden painted lips showed clearly, that was no accident. IN that low hushed tone, Shanoa divulged what her own kink was. "My kink is my hair... I just looveee having it brushed and played with by someone i trust... Oh, and heres a bonus- I really like teasing people." Her foot touched his groin area again. There was no oopsie' expression this time but a playful smile instead.