08-31-2013, 04:34 PM
While Oriena was on a holy quest to drain the bottle, Jaxen was in no hurry to do the same. Though with the way he kicked his feet up again, crossed leisurely at the ankle, his posture would oblige her goal to drain anything she wanted. If she was so lucky, that is.
The rift she dangled was dangerously close to solicitation; dangerously close to getting exactly what she wanted from him, and the thrill of holding himself back shot burning adrenaline through his chest. Much deeper and her claws might have drawn five bloody streaks down his back. It only made him want to push her harder. Just to court that red line until she could take no more and then retreat to the sound of begging for his return.
He smiled at the thought. That was one of his favorite sounds ever.
He scratched at the shadow of a beard he'd purposefully left unshaven and took his time deciding what to do here while she shot a line of sight toward the bar. Of course, while she was turned away, Jaxen flicked a long, hungry look toward the stage. Would Oriena take the floor?
No.
When she danced, it was going to be only for him.
Her comment broke the trance, and Jaxen twisted around to measure up the competition she supposedly noticed.
He barked a laugh at what he saw.
"He's yipping up the wrong tree."
Jaxen's gaze narrowed suspiciously before he dismissed the pup altogether. He wasn't a threat, but that didn't mean Jaxen was willing to write anyone off completely.
Jax lifted his glass in return. If nothing else, he had to give him props. If he were indeed eyeing Jax, the guy could only be so lucky.
"But at least he has good taste,"
a smirk twisted his lips. It was obvious just exactly which of the two at this booth Jaxen was referencing--and it wasn't Oriena.
The rift she dangled was dangerously close to solicitation; dangerously close to getting exactly what she wanted from him, and the thrill of holding himself back shot burning adrenaline through his chest. Much deeper and her claws might have drawn five bloody streaks down his back. It only made him want to push her harder. Just to court that red line until she could take no more and then retreat to the sound of begging for his return.
He smiled at the thought. That was one of his favorite sounds ever.
He scratched at the shadow of a beard he'd purposefully left unshaven and took his time deciding what to do here while she shot a line of sight toward the bar. Of course, while she was turned away, Jaxen flicked a long, hungry look toward the stage. Would Oriena take the floor?
No.
When she danced, it was going to be only for him.
Her comment broke the trance, and Jaxen twisted around to measure up the competition she supposedly noticed.
He barked a laugh at what he saw.
"He's yipping up the wrong tree."
Jaxen's gaze narrowed suspiciously before he dismissed the pup altogether. He wasn't a threat, but that didn't mean Jaxen was willing to write anyone off completely.
Jax lifted his glass in return. If nothing else, he had to give him props. If he were indeed eyeing Jax, the guy could only be so lucky.
"But at least he has good taste,"
a smirk twisted his lips. It was obvious just exactly which of the two at this booth Jaxen was referencing--and it wasn't Oriena.