jesse's girl

The little game they were playing was something that Kirsi had been craving for quite some time - being on her own, without the affection of another, wasn't the way she preferred to live. The way they walked the fine line of saying what either of them wanted was thrilling, and Kirsi felt her heart begin to beat more rapidly in her chest at his response. "Would you really? Fight me, that is?" She knew he wouldn't hurt her intentionally, but the thought of a spar with him ignited a fire in the pit of her stomach, one that was far from unpleasant.

The way a slight smirk played at her features said everything - this was all in jest, and her intentions were pure. Well... mostly pure, depending on how you looked at it. "Perhaps I'd just let you win," Kirsi purred after a moment of thought, twisting around in the small space to aim a gentle bite at the crook of his neck, where his head met his shoulder. As much as she enjoyed their game and all its implications she, too, was beginning to grow impatient.