01-23-2014, 03:50 PM
He'd intended to thrust her against the wall, but fancy footwork saw his back flung there instead. His grunt turned into a chuckle, and his notorious hands forgot they were needed to pad their way through security. Jaxen's mind was far from those kinds of measures, which was why he was smart enough to have the foresight to program fail safes like this in the first place. Oriena wasn't the only twiddle toes, though. Jax snaked one of those fantastically purple shoes between her legs and spun her like a spider flinging its web. It did take two tries to get the right code, but it was worth the extra step when the door finally popped itself open. An apartment completely programmed for a night of frolic and fun greeted them, and from the corner of one eye, Jaxen noticed lighting, windows, everything. He smiled a smug smile, one that tangled itself around Oriena's tongue, and one she likely mistook for other pleasures. Indeed, Jaxen was pleased with himself, and would be for a long time to come.
Pretty much one of his top five things to watch was a woman stepping out of a dress pooled around her ankles. So while Oriena snaked his tie from his throat like an expert, he was more than content to let her do all the work. The mix of vodka and champagne made everything that wasn't Oriena a blur one way or another. Seconds stretched to minutes. Or hours. Whatever Jaxen was before, he was devilishly tormenting now. Another favorite to top the list was the begging of his name, and he agonized to hear it pass from her hungry depths.
Finally, when rage panted from his lungs, unchecked, goosebumps slicked cold down his sweat-coated back, and he sat back suddenly, lighting catching every fleck of metallic ink on the snake's skeleton circling his shoulder. His mind raced to piece together what just happened. Oriena's hungry smile grew more coy, and Jaxen finally understood. A serpentine smile twisted as the tattoo on his shoulder curled his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, it wasn't an instant grappling, not yet, but he followed her down the depths of power and ecstasy in mere seconds.
When it flooded in, he gasped aloud. Sensation exploded. It ripped his skin like band-aids pulled from every inch of his body. The very walls throbbed with power, and he lowered to devour her once more with wicked intensity.
Pretty much one of his top five things to watch was a woman stepping out of a dress pooled around her ankles. So while Oriena snaked his tie from his throat like an expert, he was more than content to let her do all the work. The mix of vodka and champagne made everything that wasn't Oriena a blur one way or another. Seconds stretched to minutes. Or hours. Whatever Jaxen was before, he was devilishly tormenting now. Another favorite to top the list was the begging of his name, and he agonized to hear it pass from her hungry depths.
Finally, when rage panted from his lungs, unchecked, goosebumps slicked cold down his sweat-coated back, and he sat back suddenly, lighting catching every fleck of metallic ink on the snake's skeleton circling his shoulder. His mind raced to piece together what just happened. Oriena's hungry smile grew more coy, and Jaxen finally understood. A serpentine smile twisted as the tattoo on his shoulder curled his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, it wasn't an instant grappling, not yet, but he followed her down the depths of power and ecstasy in mere seconds.
When it flooded in, he gasped aloud. Sensation exploded. It ripped his skin like band-aids pulled from every inch of his body. The very walls throbbed with power, and he lowered to devour her once more with wicked intensity.