08-12-2018, 09:49 PM
Most of the time she found Jaxen in different measures either an irritation or disappointment; neither a remarkable feat given her general attitudes towards others. But there was always something in the hook of his grin that curled like irresistible flames anyway, and Ori delighted in the way it burned through her. She'd wanted to incite him to violence, but apparently he knew how to navigate the thorns of her mood. There was only ever the smallest bridge from harpy to harlot, after all.
"You are," she promised. Though probably not from her. A world waited outside the door after all, and he could point the finger at her all he wished; they'd both be found at the epicentre of the chaos. She didn't know if her sweet sisters would know enough to recognise the flash of her own channeling, and even if Jaxen's had not drawn attention, the sound of the smash would.
He pulled her down. Like a hand to the back of her head, except she had possession of both his limbs. Ori's kiss was voracious around a smile. Her free hand braced the ground, a gasp against his lips at the crunch beneath her palm. If it was distraction she was happy to be distracted. The bonds holding him down fluttered to rather more delicious diversions as she shifted her body to straddle him instead. The threat of interruption meant nothing.
"You told me I'd beg." She murmured the words against him, all shameless provocation. Her eyes flashed dangerous. If he knew which of her buttons to press, she also knew something of his weaknesses. Her hot breath found the shell of his ear, the tease of a smile as she whispered, "Jaxen, I'm begging."
"You are," she promised. Though probably not from her. A world waited outside the door after all, and he could point the finger at her all he wished; they'd both be found at the epicentre of the chaos. She didn't know if her sweet sisters would know enough to recognise the flash of her own channeling, and even if Jaxen's had not drawn attention, the sound of the smash would.
He pulled her down. Like a hand to the back of her head, except she had possession of both his limbs. Ori's kiss was voracious around a smile. Her free hand braced the ground, a gasp against his lips at the crunch beneath her palm. If it was distraction she was happy to be distracted. The bonds holding him down fluttered to rather more delicious diversions as she shifted her body to straddle him instead. The threat of interruption meant nothing.
"You told me I'd beg." She murmured the words against him, all shameless provocation. Her eyes flashed dangerous. If he knew which of her buttons to press, she also knew something of his weaknesses. Her hot breath found the shell of his ear, the tease of a smile as she whispered, "Jaxen, I'm begging."