Kurt Wagner + "Let's skip dinner and go straight to dessert."
“Kurt?” you ask from across the table where he sat, his eyes skimming over the menu.
“Ja, mein Liebling?” his amber eyes glance up to yours,meeting your eyes that were filled with such love and something dark.If it had been anyone but him, they would have recognized it as lust.
“How about,” you pause to lick your lips and lean closer to him, “Let’s skip dinner and go straight to dessert.”
“Dessert?” Kurt can only wonder why you would want that so early in the evening but he doesn’t argue. He grins as he reaches out to you and takes a hold of your wrist and teleports you both away.
You look around, expecting to be in his or even your room but your outside standing on a sidewalk.
“Kurt, where are we?”
“Munich. Zhis is where some of zhe best ice cream is!” he says excitedly, tail whipping behind him, almost knocking a pedestrian down.
Although it was’t quite what you had in mind for dessert, you take his hand in yours and let him lead you to the ice cream shop across the street.