( a question that leaves her with an odd thrill - she recognizes a threat when she hears it, after all. she knew it before, but the reality that she's gone and invited a beast worthy of fables and legends fully settles in the moment she feels his teeth above her fluttering heart.
and thrum it does, alive and loud in her ears especially when his clever mouth stops short of drawing blood at such a sensitive spot. her breath catches on a rib from the sting, arching into his tongue to drag out the moment just the slightest bit more before he rescinds. the keen in her throat cutting through the otherwise quiet room is maybe a little embarrassing, one she might deny to be a whine if brought to light. she wouldn't be surprised if she's all the mics pick up -
- which surely means she should work a little harder to see if this man would crack with enough.. incentive.
dizzying as his mouth is over her now oversensitive skin, she does her best to drag her nails down along the sides of the armor he has yet to shed. catching here and there over stitch, strap and buckle; a tease of what could've been if he'd been without. he's gone and helped her out of some of her layers, so it's only fair if she gets to pick off a few of his.
a buckle she can't quite see is where she hooks her finger, blindly feeling for the latch and pressing her thumb along the junction between his thigh and hip as if that's of any help in this situation. )
Of course I do.
( oh, to court danger even now, confident despite her disheveled state and haphazard clothing.
she'll even lean back a little more, her gaze flicking down to meet his proper before tilting her chin just the slightest bit to bare the line of her throat to him. a taunt. maybe it'll be distraction enough to get the buckle loose. even the playing field by letting her push his trousers off his hip. )
But why would I when I'd rather you let me find out how much of you I can take?
gasps. the way i immediately logged back in,
and thrum it does, alive and loud in her ears especially when his clever mouth stops short of drawing blood at such a sensitive spot. her breath catches on a rib from the sting, arching into his tongue to drag out the moment just the slightest bit more before he rescinds. the keen in her throat cutting through the otherwise quiet room is maybe a little embarrassing, one she might deny to be a whine if brought to light. she wouldn't be surprised if she's all the mics pick up -
- which surely means she should work a little harder to see if this man would crack with enough.. incentive.
dizzying as his mouth is over her now oversensitive skin, she does her best to drag her nails down along the sides of the armor he has yet to shed. catching here and there over stitch, strap and buckle; a tease of what could've been if he'd been without. he's gone and helped her out of some of her layers, so it's only fair if she gets to pick off a few of his.
a buckle she can't quite see is where she hooks her finger, blindly feeling for the latch and pressing her thumb along the junction between his thigh and hip as if that's of any help in this situation. )
Of course I do.
( oh, to court danger even now, confident despite her disheveled state and haphazard clothing.
she'll even lean back a little more, her gaze flicking down to meet his proper before tilting her chin just the slightest bit to bare the line of her throat to him. a taunt. maybe it'll be distraction enough to get the buckle loose. even the playing field by letting her push his trousers off his hip. )
But why would I when I'd rather you let me find out how much of you I can take?