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A giggle rolled up her throat as Leslie pressed to Holt's side, the margay dwarfed by her tiger husband. "Can't believe this, our first Valentine's Day date night together." She was practically floating as she held onto his arm with a deep purr, "So what else do you have planned for tonight?"

Whiskers twitched as he kept his eyes forward, casually strolling with her along the sidewalk. "You mean you don't already know what we're doing? Thought you might have taken a peek already."

Leslie huffed and laid her head on his arm. "It was tempting as hell. Believe me." She rolled a grumble around her throat a few times as she thought. "Can't be a movie night, nothing out right now that just grabs me. Well, aside from that Bollywood movie but those are a bit too long and I know you're not entirely fond of them. Plus it's not one with Jamina or Hansh."

Holt breathed out a chuff, "It's not that I'm not fond of them. It's just that they're a little strange with their tonal shifts and sudden breaks for a music video." Broad shoulders rolled, his jacket tightening over muscles. "They're more hypnotic than me not liking them. Besides, the entire point of tonight is to be with you, not mesmerized by a movie." He bumped her lightly and flashed a smile down at his girl, "We could go see the new Star Wars, but you've already seen it five times."

"Six," she proclaimed, "Diana missed out because of all the charity events she was running, so we went to see it at lunch."

A deep chuckle rolled up the tiger's throat, "Okay, so that rules out movies."

Reminded of the topic on hand, Leslie snapped back from thinking about that one scene with the ships that was just so cool. "Right! Well that means dinner, desert, then back home provided nothing interrupts us." She rolled her head to glance up at him, "Nothing is going to interrupt us, right?" The life of being on call meant that either one could get buzzed at any time.

"Nothing should," he started slowly. "I was talking with Rhi and Seph about covering, but then Will said he'd step in if something came up. Shot Doc a line and he said he wasn't planning anything for at least another week. So barring natural disasters," he rapped his knuckles against a post, "we're good."

Her purr lifted in volume, practically shaking his arm, "Well, hadn't had any episodes so we should be good there too." With thoughts of what the night might bring settled she took a moment to glance around. "Wait... No..." Green light bloomed within the depths of her eyes as she briefly levitated ever so higher to get a better look at where they were before dropping back to the pavement, "We're going to Fogo?" She didn't even have to look up at him for confirmation, the pleased feeling from her excitement was more than enough. A squeal coming from the jungle cat, "I've been wanting to try one of these places for years!"

A low chuckle rumbled up the tiger's throat, "I know. Was talking with the others about where you might like to go. Everyone agreed as soon as Rhi mentioned a Brazilian Steakhouse." He waved a hand towards the looming restaurant, "So gonna stuff you with meat."

"Before you stuff me with meat," Leslie was practically trilling her purrs now. A cold breeze made her shiver and press a bit closer, "Could have parked closer."

He shrugged, thick neck fur ruffling in the breeze, "A little walking never hurt anyone. Besides, it's fun to walk with a beautiful woman on your arm."

"Or a handsome guy," she smiled up at him.

Arm in arm, they strolled into the restaurant and were greeted by the aromas of countless cuts of meat being roasted in the kitchen. A sharply dressed Shepard flashing a grin at them as they strolled in, "Hutchens."

Eyes lit up, "Ah of course, sir. Right this way." he swept a couple small pamphlets off the podium and guided them deeper into the packed steakhouse. "It's a good thing you made a reservation tonight."

He left them at a small table off to one side, Leslie slipping into her seat as Holt nudged her up to the table with a smile before taking his own chair. Leslie looked around the crowded area and shivered a little, "Good thing that they put us over here. I wouldn't want to be in the middle of all that. This couple deeply in love, that one thinking about how they hope this will save the marriage." Her whiskers twitched, "Oh, and the affairs." She puffed out a breath and reached up to brush her hair back. Using the motion to hide how she was checking the fit of the choker she wore.

An agreeable rumble rolled up the tiger's throat as he glanced over the very short appetizer and drinks menu. "It's why I asked for a table off to the side when I booked the table." He cast a quick glance up and smiled, "Turns out the owner's son has problems with sensory overload so she understands."

Leslie breathed a purr at him and let her foot graze over his leg as they sat there. "If they bring a bib around I might bite you though." She wrinkled her nose playfully and sniffed at him.

Holt arched a brow as he watched one of the waiters stroll past carrying a slab of beef on a skewer. "Might need one at this place." She joined him in staring as the waiter stopped at a table to carve a slice off for the patrons.

"Oh that looks good," came the hungry groan.

Striped ears perked slightly, "Better than when I cook it?" He tilted his head and took a deeper whiff of the air, that powerful tiger nose of his picking up the scent of the meat even from a couple tables away.

"Mmm, hard to say yet."

Ears perked as the waiter approached to take their table, "Drinks and starters?"

Holt angled a hand towards Leslie. She craned her neck to look at the list, "Um, think I'll have a single glass of wine, whatever will be best with the meal, and water. Can't handle my alcohol too well." From what he'd heard that was a bit of an understatement. Getting drunk was bad enough for some people, but when you could project those feelings and lowered inhibitions on people around you, as Leslie could? Was a downside to being one of the most powerful psychics in the world.

The waiter nodded towards her with a smile before turning his attention on Holt. "Beer for me, only seems appropriate when facing a..." he trailed off as his amber eyes flicked towards a passing platter, "mountain of meat. And I believe these sides." He said as he slid the paper towards the waiter.

"Good choices, will be right back with them." A pair of disks were produced, "Just flip it to green if you want something, and red if you're good for now. I'll be right back with the drinks and sides, feel free to help yourself to the salad bar."

Holt flashed the waiter a polite smile and started to rise, "Shall we?"

Leslie shook her head, "Nah, I don't want any salad taking up valuable meat real estate." Her ears perked as she watched the waiters circling the tables like a bunch of Anti-sharks.

In the time it took him to make a trip down the salad bar and back to the table, the slight margay had filled her plate to near overflowing with meats. The tiger glanced over her plate as he settled down, "I hope you aren't going to stuff yourself and get sick."

Her eyes were narrowed in bliss as she chewed on a bite before swallowing. Each word rolling with her purr. "Don't worry, I fully intend to leave room for some desert." She flashed a grin at him and nibbled on another bite before chomping down. Her shoulders rolling into a deeper purr at the flavor, either accidentally or on purpose, leaning forward enough to give him a perfect glance right down the front of her top.

Oh there would be no question of what the 'desert' was going to be. If Leslie could even wait that long. Whiskers twitched into the barest hint of a smile as he mentally mapped the way home. Bit of a drive from the city to their home. Could start simply with a hand job then lead to oral. She knew how he felt about her laying out like that, but he was careful enough that it should be fine this once. Could lead to her riding him in the garage at home. Or could start with that in the parking lot. They had parked a little bit away from the other cars, and he knew for a fact that Leslie wouldn't be terribly hesitant about sliding her pants down and getting to it right there in the front seat. He certainly wouldn't mind either.

Eyes darted to a passing waiter as the scent of that wonderful steak caught his nose. No sooner had he flipped the token over than the otter approached the table with a flourish, "Garlic steak, sir?"

"Please," he rumbled, picking up his tongs to gather the meat as it was sliced. Leslie smiled across the table at her big tiger as he began to carve his steak. Clear as she could see him before her, she could see the thoughts fluttering across his mind. Visions of her riding him in the car, of them in the house stripping on the way up to the bedroom, and so much more danced right across the surface of his thoughts. A stray purr rolled up her throat as he pondered breaking out the bondage gear, complete with thinking over several positions to have her in. Her tail twitched behind her as she rubbed her thighs together. Oh his imagination was getting vivid tonight.

She nibbled at another piece of steak, "You forgot about the walk back to the car." Came the tease, her voice just loud enough to reach across the table. Lifting her wine, she smiled over the rim of the glass at her husband as he looked at her with lifted brows. "Or right here at the table."

That sly grin on Leslie's features told Holt that she might very well try something. Especially as a green shimmer formed in the depths of her eyes and an invisible pair of hands began to stroke his privates right there inside of his slacks. It was only thanks to a supreme amount of self control that he didn't jump. The fact that this wasn't the first time she'd used telekinesis in this way didn't hurt either. She'd stroked him to completion on a few occasions. It was more than a little strange to watch how his flesh moved as she played with it. Don't get him wrong, it was some good kinky fun, just a little weird.

Flesh responded to the touch, cock rising to press against his slacks as the 'fingers' slipped around his tip and played with the rubbery barbs. Clearing his throat, he lifted his mug and took a slow draw as the invisible grip slipped along his shaft and played with that striped sac. "Trying to tease me so I'll give you the alleyway romp?"

Leslie used a napkin to delicately pat her lips, a the barest purple flicking through her eyes, "Well, that could be one way of looking at it." She cast a quick glance around, Holt doing the same. Not a single patron was looking their way nor were any waiters strolling near by. In the time it took him to look away and bring his gaze back, the sneaky jungle cat slipped out of her chair and under the table. He barely had time to look back and register before he felt her hands sliding up his thighs. Actual, physical hands that snaked up and urged his legs apart.

It would have been far too easy to simply deny her that. Keep his legs pressed together until she returned to her seat. After all, it was one thing to use her powers to stroke him, it was something else entirely to have her play with him in an upscale restaurant.

"Don't worry," she purred as she flipped the purple tablecloth back just enough to peer up at him with a grin. "Plenty of cover down here," she giggled as she opened his pants up. Those sneaky, naughty telekinetic fishing his cock right out of his boxers and into her waiting maw. Lips gliding against his tip before sliding his foreskin back. Jaws vibrating with her deep purr as she sank her head down his length. Fingers playing with his shaft as she worked her head ever so slightly down his length.