A cold shiver ran up his spine and a bottle smashed into his shoulder sending him back a step. She rushed after it and shoved his chest must like he'd shoved hers. His attention snapped to her and there was fire inside. Sasha reached across the distance as he took that step forward and grabbed her throat. "I thought you were leaving."
She intended to provoke a visceral reaction, but what happened was his hand snapped out and collared her. From the pathetic, confused shell he’d been moments before, Ori did not anticipate it. The surprise flared to something darker almost immediately. Her muscles were coiled tight from the altercation, her breathing sharp, but the pressure shivered something in her that made her very aware of her body. The frustration didn’t differentiate between violence and lust; it demanded relief and she didn’t care how it came. Beneath the volatile glitter of her glare, her chin lifted a fraction, baring the throat he thought to grab – reminding just who the fuck he thought to do it to. She leaned into his grip much as he had done to hers, daring him to consider what he was doing. To fucking own it.
She leaned into his grip and tilted her head higher. The power raged through his body and he closed his hand a little tighter. It wasn't to harm her. He wanted her to breath. He wanted to control, he pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips to hers, the same fire from before raged inside him. The rain pelting their skin with ice.
There was a passing thought of finding shelter. But he didn't have anywhere else to go.
With the power still wreathing around her she was hardly defenceless, and she certainly wasn’t afraid. His grip firmed, and every nerve she had was attached to the wrap of his fingers against her skin. It wasn’t a confrontational touch, not like hers had been, and she didn’t think he did it to seek retaliation. Much like the press of his thumbs into her spine, she didn’t quite know his reasons, only that she let him. This time there was no uncertainty that it aroused her though. It was a strange sort of craving. Oriena was a woman who took what she wanted. But this, she waited for.
He pulled her into him, and her eyes flashed dangerously. But this time his lips did not commit theft, caught in the rush of an unfamiliar power unleashed through his body. It wasn’t uncontrolled, and nor was it forced through viciousness. It was command through possession, a heated hunger he exacted on his terms, not hers. It told her exactly what he wanted with its intensity, and she responded with a matched need. Her own words came back to bite her. Only this time she did no biting. Grab it by the throat, she’d told him. Make it yours.
She didn't fight him. He wouldn't say it was willing but it was resisting either. He pulled her backwards through the slush on the ground. There was an alcove not far from them. His fingers wrapped around her and his other wreathed the stone in his hand. He needed both but he was unsure of what would happen should he let go. The power was raging and he wanted the fire inside. Fed his passion and right now he wanted to ride it.
He was not sure how he did not stumble into the alcove or slip and fall in the slush. And he pushed her up against the wall. He kissed her. "I. want. you." He punctuated each word with a tightening grip around her throat, still not enough to hurt or take breath from her. He just wanted her to know.
[[ with ori ]]
She intended to provoke a visceral reaction, but what happened was his hand snapped out and collared her. From the pathetic, confused shell he’d been moments before, Ori did not anticipate it. The surprise flared to something darker almost immediately. Her muscles were coiled tight from the altercation, her breathing sharp, but the pressure shivered something in her that made her very aware of her body. The frustration didn’t differentiate between violence and lust; it demanded relief and she didn’t care how it came. Beneath the volatile glitter of her glare, her chin lifted a fraction, baring the throat he thought to grab – reminding just who the fuck he thought to do it to. She leaned into his grip much as he had done to hers, daring him to consider what he was doing. To fucking own it.
She leaned into his grip and tilted her head higher. The power raged through his body and he closed his hand a little tighter. It wasn't to harm her. He wanted her to breath. He wanted to control, he pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips to hers, the same fire from before raged inside him. The rain pelting their skin with ice.
There was a passing thought of finding shelter. But he didn't have anywhere else to go.
With the power still wreathing around her she was hardly defenceless, and she certainly wasn’t afraid. His grip firmed, and every nerve she had was attached to the wrap of his fingers against her skin. It wasn’t a confrontational touch, not like hers had been, and she didn’t think he did it to seek retaliation. Much like the press of his thumbs into her spine, she didn’t quite know his reasons, only that she let him. This time there was no uncertainty that it aroused her though. It was a strange sort of craving. Oriena was a woman who took what she wanted. But this, she waited for.
He pulled her into him, and her eyes flashed dangerously. But this time his lips did not commit theft, caught in the rush of an unfamiliar power unleashed through his body. It wasn’t uncontrolled, and nor was it forced through viciousness. It was command through possession, a heated hunger he exacted on his terms, not hers. It told her exactly what he wanted with its intensity, and she responded with a matched need. Her own words came back to bite her. Only this time she did no biting. Grab it by the throat, she’d told him. Make it yours.
She didn't fight him. He wouldn't say it was willing but it was resisting either. He pulled her backwards through the slush on the ground. There was an alcove not far from them. His fingers wrapped around her and his other wreathed the stone in his hand. He needed both but he was unsure of what would happen should he let go. The power was raging and he wanted the fire inside. Fed his passion and right now he wanted to ride it.
He was not sure how he did not stumble into the alcove or slip and fall in the slush. And he pushed her up against the wall. He kissed her. "I. want. you." He punctuated each word with a tightening grip around her throat, still not enough to hurt or take breath from her. He just wanted her to know.
[[ with ori ]]