How to Train Your Channeler

[Oriena]

Impact rattled the lockers when her back hit them, the metal shivering in complaint. The sound cut clean through the quiet. Sasha’s bite made her hiss, pleasure sparking hot and immediate. She liked that. Liked that he’d gone there without asking. Liked even more that he’d done it knowing exactly who usually drew blood first.

She kissed him back harder, biting in return this time, answering his choice with one of her own. The heat between them flared, reckless and alive, and she let it. “Cells are down the left corridor. Showers are closer.” She murmured the directions hot against his mouth, fingers sliding into his hair to tug and hold. “Bar’s up a level. Locked, but I can get us in.”

Ori didn’t fight for control. She didn’t twist out of his grip or turn the moment into a lesson. Instead she let him pin her, giving ground deliberately just to see what he’d do with it. But her smirk was wicked and her touch was fire, sliding under his shirt, finding skin with no pretence of patience now. Her nails dragged, teasing and marking, chasing warmth and pulse and muscle like she couldn’t get enough fast enough. Mapping him like she was deciding how much damage he’d survive.

She didn't care where they went, just that he moved. And she was more than willing to make waiting hurt.