Sage was surreptitiously still, eyes fixed on him as he leaned in closer and took the teacup from her. She could feel the warmth of his hands even through her skirts and she desperately wanted to know what they would feel like on her skin. This wasn't Sage's first sort of encounter like this, but this already felt different. Those had been few and far between, just a one-night tryst to burn off some energy. Her heart hadn't been aflutter, the heat along her skin like electricity. Nobody had tried to seduce her with tea and familiarizing conversation first. It made it strangely more intimate.

He tugged her closer and Sage accommodated easily enough, their position on the sofa not conducive to getting much closer without awkward angles though. She shifted her weight, pulling her skirts out of the way as she straddled his lap, legs pressed tight against his. Her hands landed on his chest, fingertips brushing against the little bit of skin at the top loose buttons of his shirt. She kept her gaze on his, trying to gauge his reaction. Sage wasn't shy obviously, but she was a little hesitant and would much prefer if he took the lead.