[ Irene smirks in the face of his snarl. Ready to bite back. ]
Opposite? Really. And then in the direction of what?
[ She knows that's not the point he was trying to make, but her focus stays on the map. She can still feel the tension of his anger and his muscles straining to resist. He would always be the best at playing hard to get, tough instead of flimsy beneath her hands. Like no one who happened to share her cabin before -- man or woman. It only made her want to break him more. ]
We could make this very simple, but I know you far better than that.
[ Her body moves forward, knees straddling his. One hand presses down against his shoulder, lowering him farther into the bed, while the other catches his chin and forces his head up as if examining a newly discovered specimen. The cut wouldn't scar. But she can't help but wonder if those cheekbones could. ]
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Opposite? Really. And then in the direction of what?
[ She knows that's not the point he was trying to make, but her focus stays on the map. She can still feel the tension of his anger and his muscles straining to resist. He would always be the best at playing hard to get, tough instead of flimsy beneath her hands. Like no one who happened to share her cabin before -- man or woman. It only made her want to break him more. ]
We could make this very simple, but I know you far better than that.
[ Her body moves forward, knees straddling his. One hand presses down against his shoulder, lowering him farther into the bed, while the other catches his chin and forces his head up as if examining a newly discovered specimen. The cut wouldn't scar. But she can't help but wonder if those cheekbones could. ]