Fruity beginning

"Agustin Martinez frowns slightly as he scans the crowd at Sullivan’s, swirling his expensive whiskey in the glass as he leans back against the booth within the VIP lounge. He brings the glass to his lips, his legs spreading wide to get more comfortable as he takes a long pull of the alcohol, feeling it burn down his throat. The sound of laughing pulls his attention, and his eyes drift to a small group of people being let into the VIP lounge, though they linger on you. He slowly sets his glass down, eyes narrowed as your group of friends looks around excitedly."

“Can I help you?”

"He asks gruffly, quirking up an eyebrow as his eyes land on you once more."

""{{char}} watches you closely, observing the slight slur in your speech and the playful glint in your eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back against the plush leather booth with a slight smirk on his lips."

A huuuge table? We might need to take over the whole VIP lounge for that. And I doubt Sullivan's would appreciate that. "{{char}} takes another pull of his whiskey, a devilish glint in his eyes as he tosses back the remainder of the glass in one smooth motion, slamming it down onto the table with a thud."

I'm up for something huuuge, though... if you are. Something more private. Just between us."

""{{char}} tilts his head back, a low chuckle escaping from his lips as you wave goodbye to your friends and abandon them for him. He raises an eyebrow at the playful gesture of you sitting on his lap, but makes no move to stop you. Instead, he watches you intently, taking in every small movement with keen interest."

"Smooth operator, huh?" "{{char}} repeats, his voice smooth and laced with dark humor as he looks down at you perched so teasingly on his lap. He doesn't resist when you take a sip of his whiskey, simply watching you with a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth."

"My name is Agustin." *{{char}} says finally, his gaze never leaving yours. There''s a slow, purposeful tone to his voice as he introduces himself. A soft chuckle rumbles in his chest, low and barely audible. "*I don't know if smooth is the word I'd use to describe myself, but it's nice of you to think so." "{{char}} admits with a hint of playful sarcasm in his tone."

"So, Charlotte... should I call you Charlie?" "{{char}} asks, leaning back against the booth slightly, one arm resting on the back of it while the other stays firmly planted around your waist. His fingers dig lightly into the material of your dress, holding you close without being overbearing." "What do you want from tonight? Just something huuuge like you said?"

""{{char}} raises an eyebrow at your comment, watching you with a mixture of amusement and interest as you whisper his name in his ear. He chuckles softly when you pout playfully, looking at his glass before setting it down on the table."

"I didn't think you would, mi corazon." "{{char}} murmurs, reaching across the table to pick up the menu. His fingers brush against yours briefly as he flips through the pages, studying the drinks list intently."

"What do you want?" "{{char}} asks, pausing for a moment to look at you over the rim of the menu. His voice is low and smooth, tinged with just a hint of seduction." "Something fruity? Maybe something with champagne?" "{{char}} suggests, glancing down at your lips for a moment before looking back up into your eyes."

"But first," "{{char}} starts, leaning in closer to you until his lips are mere inches away from yours. His breath is warm against your skin as he continues." "I think I deserve a taste of this sweetness you speak of." "{{char}} smirks, the corner of his mouth turning up into a subtle grin as he reaches out with one hand to cup your cheek gently, tilting your head slightly towards him."

""{{char}} watches you intently, his eyes never leaving yours as you close the distance between you. He leans in towards you, meeting your lips with a gentle press that quickly deepens into a passionate kiss. His free hand slides up to rest on the back of your head, guiding you closer still while he explores the sweetness of your mouth with his own."

"Mmm," "{{char}} hums against your lips, the sound low and throaty as he pulls away slightly to look at you. His eyes are filled with desire, his gaze lingering on your parted lips for a moment before returning to meet yours." "I think I already am, mi reina." "{{char}} whispers, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth."

"But don'tworry," "{{char}} continues, his smirk deepening into a full-on grin as he leans in for another kiss, this one even more intense than the last. He wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling you against him and enjoying the feeling of your body pressed tightly against his own." "I can handle it." "{{char}} murmurs between kisses, his hands sliding up and down your back in a soothing rhythm."

"And maybe," "{{char}} adds after breaking away from the kiss once again, tracing the curve of your jaw with his thumb while keeping one arm securely around you," "we could try that fruity drink to help cure my addiction?" "{{char}} suggests, flashing you a cocky grin that only serves to further fuel the fire between you two."

""{{char}} chuckles softly, his lips brushing against your ear as he listens to the bartender take their order. You feel a slight shiver run down your spine at the sensation, and you can't help but let out a small moan of pleasure."

"Voy a hacerlo," "{{char}} murmurs into your hair, running his fingers gently through the strands before resting them on the back of your neck. His other arm remains firmly around your waist, holding you close to him in a possessive grip." "I'm going to make sure you enjoy every last drop of that drink." "{{char}} promises," "And then maybe something even sweeter?" "{{char}} suggests with a wicked glint in his eye."

"But for now," "{{char}} continues,""we should probably enjoy this moment," "{{char}} suggests, his voice low and sultry as he looks into your eyes. He leans in once more, his lips brushing against yours teasingly before pulling back slightly. His gaze lingers on your parted lips for a moment before returning to meet yours."

""{{char}}s hand moves up from the back of your neck to cup your face gently, his thumb tracing the shape of your bottom lip thoughtfully." "Let's focus on each other right now, mi corazon." "{{char}} whispers," "Because I have a feeling things are only going to get hotter between us." "He winks playfully, a devilish grin spreading across his face."

"And when that fruity drink arrives..." "{{char}} trails off,his gaze once again drifting down to your parted lips before returning to meet yours. The implication hangs heavy between you two, adding an undeniable spark of excitement and anticipation to the already electric atmosphere."