[ It's torture, crossing the last distance over to the abandoned hut, but he doesn't care -- they're far enough away from everyone, but Noctis doesn't think about the hut, no. His adrenaline is still pumping from the park and how public it had been, and he makes up his mind quick.
He's gently urging her towards the tables, shrugging off his jacket and laying it out so that she doesn't get dirt on her, or something -- and he murmurs, eyes dark and full of intent. ]
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He's gently urging her towards the tables, shrugging off his jacket and laying it out so that she doesn't get dirt on her, or something -- and he murmurs, eyes dark and full of intent. ]
Up on the table, on your back.