[ there's something on the tip of her tongue, a provocation of sortsβor really, a simple statement or declaration, a way of calling him out. but his mouth on hers, even if it's there like it's an afterthought and nothing more, is keeping her from lashing out at him. almost as if he knows what she's about to do next.
then again, there are always ways to pull the rug from underneath him. ways to force his hand into losing to her, into giving in first. aether didn't leave the company in her hands for no reason. ]
Hm? [ her gaze flicker, eyelashes sweeping the curve of her cheeks. he's so close that she can feel his breath on her lips, the warmth of his skin. ] What's wrong? I don't see you trying to find out. Don't tell me you're scared.
[ she shifts her lips, mouth parting just a little, as her eyes lift to meet his gaze again defiantly. again, it's nothing more than a taunt, blood to pique the interest of the shark. bring it on, volkov. ]
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then again, there are always ways to pull the rug from underneath him. ways to force his hand into losing to her, into giving in first. aether didn't leave the company in her hands for no reason. ]
Hm? [ her gaze flicker, eyelashes sweeping the curve of her cheeks. he's so close that she can feel his breath on her lips, the warmth of his skin. ] What's wrong? I don't see you trying to find out. Don't tell me you're scared.
[ she shifts her lips, mouth parting just a little, as her eyes lift to meet his gaze again defiantly. again, it's nothing more than a taunt, blood to pique the interest of the shark. bring it on, volkov. ]