do you think all funeral directors are little old men or something? or is that just societal expectation? to be totally fair, most of them i’ve seen are bald, so you have hair going for you, ( sanji replies cheekily, flicking through her playlist for something a bit more bubbly. ) —
◞ 𝓢𝐀𝐍𝙹𝙸 ִֶָ ࣪ 𐀔
People tend to be shocked when they see me driving down the road, even more so when they see me step out of it. I think they expect some old man funeral director in a suit.
[His deep voice faded into laughter as he looked over to her and back to the road again. His hand -
𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒶𝓁ℊ𝒶𝓇 ℒ𝒶𝓌﹟⋆ ❥
( positively beaming at him, she chooses a lock of hair to toy with, biting down on her wide smile. it fades to amusement as the iconic pop hit starts to play, and she couldn’t stifle a giggle even she tried. )
i don’t think anyone expects someone to own a hearse apart from like, funeral —
◞ 𝓢𝐀𝐍𝙹𝙸 ִֶָ ࣪ 𐀔
Oh, she is. Absolutely stunning.
[Casting her a wide smile, he placed one hand on her thigh before focusing back ahead. Law pulled down the driveway and onto the street, turning onto it and heading toward the restaurant.]
I don’t think anyone expects music to be playing in a hearse.
[A -
𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒶𝓁ℊ𝒶𝓇 ℒ𝒶𝓌﹟⋆ ❥
she must be really pretty if you can’t stop looking at her.
( truly, her heart swells from his care, making sure she’s safe and sound before shutting the door. her hand flutters over her heart before un-crossing, remnants of a silly grin fading from interest. she plugs in her phone and —
◞ 𝓢𝐀𝐍𝙹𝙸 ִֶָ ࣪ 𐀔
I can’t seem to keep my eyes off my lovely date for the night.
[Soft amused laughter played over his lips as she slid into the passenger seat of his hearse with her arms crossed. He grasped the seatbelt and leaned over to fasten it for her. Kissing her cheek, he shut the door and went to open -
𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒶𝓁ℊ𝒶𝓇 ℒ𝒶𝓌﹟⋆ ❥
what are you looking at? ( she asks curiously, a pep in her step when approaching his preferred mode of transport. sanji has grown accustomed to it by now, going as far as to cross her arms over her chest in an ‘x’ playfully as she slides inside the vehicle. )
how gentlemanly. thank you.
◞ 𝓢𝐀𝐍𝙹𝙸 ִֶָ ࣪ 𐀔
[He watched her pull on her heels, enjoying the way her calves moved as she did so, thighs tensing and showing off her long legs, perky little ass. Damn he was a lucky man.
Taking her hand as she returned, he led her to his vehicle, opening the door.]
After you, my lady.
𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒶𝓁ℊ𝒶𝓇 ℒ𝒶𝓌﹟⋆ ❥
shoot, my shoes and my bag! give me a minute, baby.
( reluctant to detangle herself from him, the blonde makes a beeline for her matching hot pink pumps, slipping them on and tottering inside to get a handbag. she returns smelling like a strawberry cream dream, cozying up to his side. )
◞ 𝓢𝐀𝐍𝙹𝙸 ִֶָ ࣪ 𐀔
And wined and dined you deserve, sweetheart.
[Sliding his hands down to take hers, he pulled back to press a kiss to her forehead.]
Get your shoes on and we’ll go.
𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒶𝓁ℊ𝒶𝓇 ℒ𝒶𝓌﹟⋆ ❥
( practically purring, satiated like a tamed house cat from the soothing movement of his hand. )
i’m in the mood to be wined and dined, so why not? ( she places a kiss to his jaw, accidentally leaving a lipstick smudge. ) can we go right now?
◞ 𝓢𝐀𝐍𝙹𝙸 ִֶָ ࣪ 𐀔
Steak sounds good. How about that fancy one just outside of town? I’ve heard they have amazing wine too.
[One hand moved to trail up and down her spine.]
𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒶𝓁ℊ𝒶𝓇 ℒ𝒶𝓌﹟⋆ ❥
( arms loop around his neck, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. brows crease in thought... )
what about a steakhouse? i’ve been craving red meat lately.
◞ 𝓢𝐀𝐍𝙹𝙸 ִֶָ ࣪ 𐀔
[Fingers grip her little waist, pulling her flush against him.]
Absolutely, what are you craving?
𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒶𝓁ℊ𝒶𝓇 ℒ𝒶𝓌﹟⋆ ❥
( shimmies into his arms with a smile that can rival the sun. ) i like the sound of that. can we go out for dinner?
