His anger only spurs both smile and action and she crosses toward him, hands pressing to warm, slick skin as she rises onto toes and finds his mouth with hers. She is not so opposed to an audience as he is, but has little concern in their surroundings one way or the other. Her concern -- her only desire -- is for the warmth of his skin, the pressure of his hands upon her. The fire and anger that build in him at every touch and every word from her.
It's a power she enjoys wielding, whatever consequence might follow.
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Date: 2013-11-17 05:35 pm (UTC)It's a power she enjoys wielding, whatever consequence might follow.