Luxury Suite at the Roosevelt Hotel -- Emma's Manhattan -- Late Late Thursday Night

[icecoldfrost]

When they got back to the hotel, Emma was positively giddy. She'd gotten them two-bedroom luxury suites at the Roosevelt Hotel, and ordered up oodles of desserts and drinks from room service.

"Now that is what I call a party," she laughed, popping open a bottle of champagne. "Here's to us, gentlemen."

[OOC: LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE BOYS! Post One | Post Two | Post Three | Post Four.]

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[icecoldfrost]

Emma just laughed and grabbed a fork, raising it in a toast. "For you, then. You ought to be glad I'm not on a diet."

[furnaceface]

//Oh, I am, luv,// Jono replied, raising his arm in an empty-handed echo of her toast. //Perhaps I ought to be sittin' down first, for this.//

... Look, he'd learned from the hot chocolate in the wintertime that rich flavours were hell on the knees, after being without taste for so long. Yes, he was absolutely making his way toward a chair.

[icecoldfrost]

She waited until he was seated before establishing the mental link and taking a big bite. <<As good as you hoped, darling?>>

[furnaceface]

Considering the only thing keeping Jono from voicing an appreciative groan just then was his lack of throat, it was possible that the cheesecake actually surpassed expectation.

Other indications might be the way his eyes slid shut, and he leaned back in the chair, raising one hand to run through his hair.

//I'd say so,// he reported, a moment later when he realized that he probably looked like an absolute bloody twonk. //And then some.//

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was not allowed to make a joke about chocolate being better than sex. It would be tacky.

"You ought to let me do this more," she scolded instead before taking another bite. "Or we work with your powers to see if you can do it yourself."

[furnaceface]

See, instead of winding his fingers through his own hair and risking pulling it out in tufts while he tasted, Jono was now moving both hands to grasp firmly at the edges of his jacket. He could tie it in knots, at this point. It was all good.

//Myself?// If he seemed a little slow, it was because of a touch of sensory overload. Please hold. //Jus' like that? Tune into somebody else eating?//

[icecoldfrost]

This? This was scientific proof that chocolate was orgasmic or something.

"You are a psion, and you're talking to me right now," she pointed out, taking a quick sip of water to give him a moment to breathe. Metaphorically. "We won't know until we try."

[furnaceface]

//I... suppose tryin' couldn't... hurt?//

Please, do try to sound less confident, Jonothon.

//I can almost touch on th'edges of picking up from others,// he added, after a moment. //I can... hear, with some focus, if they want me to. Taste seems more... subtle, somehow. More difficult to direct.//

And yet, so, so worthwhile.

[icecoldfrost]

"Darling, if there's one thing I know, it's subtle applications of telepathy," Emma pointed out. "I don't do brute force unless I have no option. There's no art to that."

"You're a bit...different." See Emma's version of tact! "But if you can pick some things up, I don't see why we can't get you at least a little taste."

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded a little, mulling over that one with his eyes turned to the ceiling for a moment more before looking at Emma again.

//Could be useful,// he decided.

For more than just taste, he supposed. But taste seemed like a good place to start.