03-01-2014, 01:25 PM
Spectra looked playfully offended. "You are surprised by this?"
But by the way her shoulder dropped into an immediate pose, she did not take the slight as intentional.
She held the front of it away from her chest so he could rummage around on the interior pocket, but took great pleasure in torturing him with brushes and delays. If these gunmen were after him, any impatience they shared could be laid at his feet for letting them find him while so obviously otherwise preoccupied. If they had been after her, well then it was likely still his fault - if only by virtue of manliness.
The noise out of doors pulled a sigh from her lips, but a smokey look of daring met the first police officer to enter the room. Behind raised guns were more than one lingering look. They were prepared to meet the lion when entering his den, but strangely shocked to find a rare lionness in their midst.
She raised her hands. She was unarmed - by any weapon they may see anyway - and went obediently to her knees, but not without a dark smirk for the order to do so. The officer that cuffed her, laid her flat on her stomach to pull her hands behind her back. The bite of metal hurt her wrists, but the knee on her back was the greater annoyance. Her cheek was pressed to the carpet while so positioned. The degrading posture, as though she were about to be humped from behind like a farm animal, flamed her with animosity, but the similar posturing of Hood flat on the floor carried her through it.
She squeezed her eyes shut, more than aware of the rush of air that curled up between bare legs and quite simply how undressed she was. No camera was apparent, but she had an image to maintain and she was sure the man that held her down had a lens smuggled on him somewhere. His jacking off to her vulnerability was fine, but not when she would not see a single dollar for it. At least he scowled at Hood like he wanted to rip the man apart. Jealousy was an evil bitch.
It all ended in a commotion of orders, cursing, and apologies. She was helped to her feet with a beautiful scowl plain on her face. The viper can only handle so much disturbance before it strikes. Thankfully, Hood saved them of any venom by suggesting they go elsewhere. She nodded in decided agreement, flicked her hair behind her shoulders with purposeful tousling and otherwise arranged her appearance. The detective that freed them practically drooled on her feet. She would let him too, but he wasn't worth the integrity of her shoes.
She took his arm when they left and whispered in conspiratorial agreement. "For the love of God. Please, yes. Secure, and hopefully someplace ... without interruptions."
At this point his home may be the better option. A place like this was too good for both of them anyway.
But by the way her shoulder dropped into an immediate pose, she did not take the slight as intentional.
She held the front of it away from her chest so he could rummage around on the interior pocket, but took great pleasure in torturing him with brushes and delays. If these gunmen were after him, any impatience they shared could be laid at his feet for letting them find him while so obviously otherwise preoccupied. If they had been after her, well then it was likely still his fault - if only by virtue of manliness.
The noise out of doors pulled a sigh from her lips, but a smokey look of daring met the first police officer to enter the room. Behind raised guns were more than one lingering look. They were prepared to meet the lion when entering his den, but strangely shocked to find a rare lionness in their midst.
She raised her hands. She was unarmed - by any weapon they may see anyway - and went obediently to her knees, but not without a dark smirk for the order to do so. The officer that cuffed her, laid her flat on her stomach to pull her hands behind her back. The bite of metal hurt her wrists, but the knee on her back was the greater annoyance. Her cheek was pressed to the carpet while so positioned. The degrading posture, as though she were about to be humped from behind like a farm animal, flamed her with animosity, but the similar posturing of Hood flat on the floor carried her through it.
She squeezed her eyes shut, more than aware of the rush of air that curled up between bare legs and quite simply how undressed she was. No camera was apparent, but she had an image to maintain and she was sure the man that held her down had a lens smuggled on him somewhere. His jacking off to her vulnerability was fine, but not when she would not see a single dollar for it. At least he scowled at Hood like he wanted to rip the man apart. Jealousy was an evil bitch.
It all ended in a commotion of orders, cursing, and apologies. She was helped to her feet with a beautiful scowl plain on her face. The viper can only handle so much disturbance before it strikes. Thankfully, Hood saved them of any venom by suggesting they go elsewhere. She nodded in decided agreement, flicked her hair behind her shoulders with purposeful tousling and otherwise arranged her appearance. The detective that freed them practically drooled on her feet. She would let him too, but he wasn't worth the integrity of her shoes.
She took his arm when they left and whispered in conspiratorial agreement. "For the love of God. Please, yes. Secure, and hopefully someplace ... without interruptions."
At this point his home may be the better option. A place like this was too good for both of them anyway.