Dessert

Your dom and yourself are out with some friends for dinner. The lights are comfortably low, the tables are professionally set and both customers and staff are dressed in the finest garments. Across from you, sits your best friend and their partner, beside you is your dom, (also dressed very professionally, something you always liked to see). Double dates, or any kind of dinner date, has never really been your thing but you felt rude to decline the invite.

Things were going very smoothly, up until after dinner that is. Your dom hadn't teased or touched you the whole night, which seemed odd.

Dessert was brought out, but your dom didn't seem very interested in their food. You watched as they took two, unenthusiastic bites and placed the fork down, folding their hands in their lap. Your friends were having a seemingly pointless but playful argument over what kind of cocoa should be used in ice cream, but your dom remained silent. Slowly you felt their hand creep onto your lap. You place down your utensils and fold your hands on the table, looking at the plate infront of you.

Their hand slipping down your inner thigh, slowly and tantalizing. The side of their hand firmly pressed against the warmth between your legs. Your dom had by this point joined your friends' conversation, calm and nonchalant.

You felt your face getting hotter, hoping no one would notice. Eventually, after some long minutes of trying to act natural, the waiter brought the invoice. Thankfully your dom had removed their hand before the waiter got to the table.

After all was paid, and goodbyes said, your dom eagerly rushed you home. It was obvious now why they were so disinterested in their dessert; they were hungry, but for something sweeter than any cake imaginable...