12-23-2025, 08:32 PM
Ori didn’t pull away. She pressed into him deliberately, every brush of her body calculated to spark and punish. He didn’t move either, and she felt the tension coil tighter for it. “I suppose,” she echoed softly, the word drawn out and amused, lips hovering just shy of his. Her gaze dipped to his mouth before lifting back to his eyes. “That doesn’t sound like a man who’s confident he can.” The smile she gave him was slow and wicked, less invitation than pure provocation. She’d enjoy finding out either way.
“I’m taking it to Almaz,” she answered casually, as if she weren’t half a breath from climbing him again. Her reasons weren’t exactly noble. The club was closed. It had showers. It had alcohol. And it was a damn sight more comfortable than a dank tunnel intersection. “It’s not far. I have a lock-up there, and a friend far more virtuous than I am who can collect it at his leisure. It’s his problem then, unless you have a smarter idea.”
Ori’s lips trailed distraction along his jaw, brushing his ear. Her thigh pressed against his, hands wandering just enough to tease. “Sash,” she murmured, voice low and lust-dark, “If you’re thinking this ends with another quick fuck against a damp wall and you wandering off satisfied and confused afterwards–” She tilted her head, gaze sharp and teasing “–you’re underestimating my appetites.”
A quick fuck would be easy. It would burn hot and die fast, leaving her irritated an hour later, restless and unsatisfied in the way she hated most. She could have that from anyone. That wasn’t what she was offering him, and it wasn’t what she was interested in taking from him either. She wasn’t asking for promises. She didn’t want tomorrow, or meaning, or anything that required her to soften or linger. What she wanted was intention. To be chosen cleanly. To see whether he followed because he wanted what waited on the other side, not because his body couldn’t stand the delay.
“So,” Ori said, lips almost brushing his again, voice dangerous with promise, “you coming with me? Or are you about to prove you really can’t hold it?”
“I’m taking it to Almaz,” she answered casually, as if she weren’t half a breath from climbing him again. Her reasons weren’t exactly noble. The club was closed. It had showers. It had alcohol. And it was a damn sight more comfortable than a dank tunnel intersection. “It’s not far. I have a lock-up there, and a friend far more virtuous than I am who can collect it at his leisure. It’s his problem then, unless you have a smarter idea.”
Ori’s lips trailed distraction along his jaw, brushing his ear. Her thigh pressed against his, hands wandering just enough to tease. “Sash,” she murmured, voice low and lust-dark, “If you’re thinking this ends with another quick fuck against a damp wall and you wandering off satisfied and confused afterwards–” She tilted her head, gaze sharp and teasing “–you’re underestimating my appetites.”
A quick fuck would be easy. It would burn hot and die fast, leaving her irritated an hour later, restless and unsatisfied in the way she hated most. She could have that from anyone. That wasn’t what she was offering him, and it wasn’t what she was interested in taking from him either. She wasn’t asking for promises. She didn’t want tomorrow, or meaning, or anything that required her to soften or linger. What she wanted was intention. To be chosen cleanly. To see whether he followed because he wanted what waited on the other side, not because his body couldn’t stand the delay.
“So,” Ori said, lips almost brushing his again, voice dangerous with promise, “you coming with me? Or are you about to prove you really can’t hold it?”
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