Quotes About Flirtation

She stuck out her tongue at him, and he leaned forward and -- to her horror -- licked it. Ewwww! Then don't stick it out. Shane smiled. If you're going to hang out in my room and tempt me, there's a penalty. One item of clothing per minute comes off. Perv. He pointed to himself. Male and eighteen. What's your point? You are so -- Say, you got any pleated miniskirts and knee socks? I really get off on --

I deciced if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be, 'Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you. . . . Are you perchance free this evening?

We've already established my position on dillying and dallying, which right now is chaste with a chance for inveterate lust, depending on the ripeness of our first interactions.

I had kissed my share of men, particularly during the war years, when flirtation and instant romance were the light-minded companions of death and uncertainty. Jamie, thought, was something different. His extreme gentleness was in no way tentative; rather it was a promise of power known and held in leash; a challenge and a provocation the more remarkable for its lack of demand. I am yours, it said. And if you will have me, then..

Flies round a honeypot would be nothin' to it, lad! Penniless and nameless as ye are now, the lasses still sigh after ye—I've seen 'em!" More snorting. "Even this Sassenach wench can no keep away from ye, and her a new widow!

Take off your boots, please." He set his feet apart and brought his hands to his hips. He let his gaze slide over her with deliberate slowness, not assessing this time, but going for a blatantly male vibe. He clearly couldn't believe he hadn't shut her up yet, and he was now switching to a different tactic. "What else do you want me to take off?

You can't see it, but you gave me a raging hard-on." "One-track mind." "It's a good track.

You're not horribly terrible." He shook his head at her. "You say the nicest things." He held her gaze for a moment. "You're not trying to get into my pants, are you?

Do I intimidate you?" "I am not going to answer that." He merely smiled, knowingly, and let his gaze slide heatedly down her throat . . . over her collarbone . . . to her breasts, tingling with fire beneath their bombazine shield. "I mean it, Morninghall." "Really, Lady Simms. Do you think I'm going to leap out of this chair and —" he lifted one wicked eyebrow — "ravish you?

Well?" he said, arching a dark brow. "Well, what?" "I don't bite." "Oh. I was waiting for you to make the first move." "I have. Your gown is conveniently unfastened. Or had you not noticed?

Care to drop anchor beside me, lass?" He grinned, wolfishly. "Morning is the fairest time for a tryst, you know.

There he is, tall, tanned, Italian, sophisticated. So what do you do?" I said, "Er, leap on him and snog him within an inch of his life? Taking care not to strangle myself on his false beard, or disturb his banana.

I was in the mood to make out in the back row of the movie theater with someone who did not know my first name. I wanted three guys to fight for the honor of buying me a drink

Go out looking like crap. CUTE GUY. fu...

You flirt with everyone else? Cool, my turn..now lets see how you feel.

FLIRTATIONSHIP: More than a friendship, less than a relationship.

I love when you flirt with me, but when you flirt with her I hate it. is that so hard to understand?

I never know when chat-up lines are happening! I don't hear them enough. I don't get hit on enough.

All of the women on The Apprentice flirted with me - consciously or unconsciously. That's good to be expected.

I'd had a few drinks and was hitting on a group of goth chicks wearing black and sporting big crucifixes.

His face is an open invitation to bed.

She had seen expert methods of flirtation and temptation, not to mention last-minute flip of denial. What men liked to call a tease. What they loved to call a tease. They stomped and growled about it, but they always hung around for more.

A ta place, je tournerais la langue sept fois avant de parler, répliqua-t-il, une pointe d'espièglerie dans les yeux. - Dans ta bouche ou la mienne? Il se redressa et haussa un sourcil, l'air surpris. - Isabella, serais-tu en train de me faire du charme? Celle-ci poussa un long soupire théâtral. - Pas très subtil, hein?

People did not know what she knew, that she was not really a woman but a man, often a fat man, but more often, probably, an old man. The fact that she was an old man made it hard for her to be a young woman. It was hard for her to talk to a young man, for instance, though the young man was clearly interested in her. She had to ask herself, Why is this young man flirting with this old man?