A 100% Platonic Dinner

Wait, did he...was he really not doing this on purpose? Jazz gave a light, involuntary shudder when Deacon's tail began suddenly exploring upwards, her cheeks growing increasingly flushed as it did. Something about the innocent way he spoke was just so believable to her, however, and she didn't want to make him think he was causing ber any discomfort.

She nodded hurriedly when he asked if she was alright, forcing a less than genuine laugh. "F-fine, yeah, I'm...it's nothing. Just, um. Just a little drafty in here or something, I think there's an air vent, or...yeah." Clearing her throat, she fumbled for a chip, initially dropping one, and mimicked the amount of salsa that the demon loaded onto his.

"Well, uh, yeah. I guess pain can make things kinda exciting sometimes, right? Or, y'know...yeah." Visibly hesitating but not wanting him to think she was intimidated by a little bit of spice alone, the bear girl crunched the chip, clearly regretting her decision after about ten seconds but doing her absolute best to pretend she was fine. "G...ood, it's really tas..ty!"

Jazz very gratefully took the water from him, mumbling out a thank you before tipping back the glass and chugging a bit of it. Even if it didn't do all too much to alleviate the spice itself, the temporary cold on her tongue was more than welcome. "Y-yeah, it's not that I have to prove anyth..." Wait. She hadn't even registered that he said date at first, but the way he backed off from it certainly got her attention.

Suddenly, her mind flashed back to their initial meeting, how she'd felt when he complimented her, his hand tilting her chin up, all of it. She somehow felt guilty admitting so quickly that she was attracted to somebody, but at the same time it seemed entirely right. "W-well, yeah, um...I mean..." Clearing her throat, she found herself abundantly aware of the gentle pressure on her calf once again, exhaling shakily and exerting every ounce of her reserved courage to look up into Deacon's eyes. "It's not like, um...we didn't really label what this was going into it, s-so it's not like, um...not like it has to not...be a date?" Just as Deacon had backpedaled, except entirely genuine in this case, Jazz quickly laughed off her own words and found herself staring at a bit of spilled pepper on the tablecloth. "S-sorry, sorry. I must sound so stupid right now..."

In their relatively short time knowing each other, Deacon's confidence had consistently managed to throw Jazz off guard in a way she wasn't at all used to, and now was no exception. She tore her eyes away from their fixated spot on the table, meeting his and taking in every detail of his expression. He was just so casual about all this while all manner of alarm bells was going off in her head, which both amazed and confused her.

Their food arriving was a welcome distraction to let her try and gather her thoughts a bit. "Y-yeah, let's eat. I'm famished." She offered Deacon a smile before focusing her eyes back in on her plate, assembling a taco absentmindedly all while her cheeks were tinged a distinctive rose. It was only now that she realized just how far Deacon's tail had traveled, her leg muscles tensing in surprise but soon relaxing again. His put on innocence had no issue in fooling her, and she somehow found the unusual contact pleasant.

The bear girl was quick to dig in, proving that despite her small stature she packed quite the ravenous appetite. Her eyes closed as she processed the flavor, a satisfied 'mmm' rumbling from her before she got right back to tearing into her taco. "This is fantastic! I'm glad I went with what you wanted." She smiled up at Deacon, just a dab of guacamole on her lower lip, but she didn't seem to notice.

Jazz was just about to compliment Deacon's method of building his tacos, much more structurally slund than her own, when his voice made her look back in his direction again. Just as abruptly, as he'd spoken, what followed was seemingly out of absolutely nowhere, her eyes widening from the surprise of it.

Every other target of her attention faded away with the feeling of his lips against hers, very pleasant despite her lack of preparation. Acting on instinct, she pressed gently into it once she got over the initial shock a little bit, lips still parted for a few moments after it broke off.

Clearly she was having trouble processing what had just happened, and it didn't take long for her to get redder in the cheeks than Deacon had seen so far. Stammering at his question, somehow so easy for him to ask, Jazz had to look away to collect herself, trying and failing miserably to respond. She knew that she wanted more of this, however, eventually giving a few nods while she fidgeted with the tablecloth.

Just as soon as she had barely started recovering from the first sudden kiss, Jazz found herself right in the midst of another one, a little squeak of surprised leaving her (albeit muffled). Shocked as she was, it was obvious that she wasn't against it, gradually releasing the bunched up bit of tablecloth in her hand and pressing gently into it.

Still at a loss for words once it ended, especially after Deacon's teasing comment, Jaz, promptly returned her attention to stuffing herself with tacos as efficiently as she could manage. With her frenzied, panicky pace it only took her a couple more minutes to finish up, this time wiping her mouth with a napkin and sipping at her water.

Still struggling to get her racing thoughts in a communicable order, the bear girl eventually made a move of her own to her surprise, shakily sliding a hand across the table to softly grip the demon's. "That, um...I mean. That was really nice, so...yeah. Yes. Um. I really liked it."