06-04-2014, 03:50 PM
Damien called her an ally.
Spectra smiled beautifully. Perfecto.
He situated himself in the comforts of a chair, and Spectra envied the peace that settled over his features. The armistice between them was calm, now they were done with war and passion.
Spectra followed, slinking at her own pace. The room itself drew her study while he was content to see nothing but the insides of his own eyelids. That grated, his dismissal; fatigue was no excuse. Hood's vitality lasted the whole of the night, until Spectra was content to drift asleep first. Here, Damien floundered disappointingly. He'd had what he wanted from her, and she was discharged to a bedroom. She should give him the satisfaction.
The Light seduced her toward retaliation. Affections Damien dangled like golden geese, but a wave of a hand and Spectra clearly saw through the illusion. Bitterness coated the back of her throat; already slick with his slime and filth. He disgusted her.
Yet this was not the time. Spectra was not a patient woman, but she was demanding of her desires. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she would crawl over the corpse of this man to get it.
He laid there, testing her with his very presence, but Spectra withstood the temptation. Instead of going to him, rather than crushing his heart in Light, she gathered her things and saw herself to the door. "If you wish me to go with you. Call my agent. Buenas noches."
She purred and left.
Spectra smiled beautifully. Perfecto.
He situated himself in the comforts of a chair, and Spectra envied the peace that settled over his features. The armistice between them was calm, now they were done with war and passion.
Spectra followed, slinking at her own pace. The room itself drew her study while he was content to see nothing but the insides of his own eyelids. That grated, his dismissal; fatigue was no excuse. Hood's vitality lasted the whole of the night, until Spectra was content to drift asleep first. Here, Damien floundered disappointingly. He'd had what he wanted from her, and she was discharged to a bedroom. She should give him the satisfaction.
The Light seduced her toward retaliation. Affections Damien dangled like golden geese, but a wave of a hand and Spectra clearly saw through the illusion. Bitterness coated the back of her throat; already slick with his slime and filth. He disgusted her.
Yet this was not the time. Spectra was not a patient woman, but she was demanding of her desires. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she would crawl over the corpse of this man to get it.
He laid there, testing her with his very presence, but Spectra withstood the temptation. Instead of going to him, rather than crushing his heart in Light, she gathered her things and saw herself to the door. "If you wish me to go with you. Call my agent. Buenas noches."
She purred and left.