he's no good, girl, no good for you
05-22-2014, 10:26 AM
So she was bored too. How fortuitous. Maverick gave a smirk, one laced with danger - mystery. He had only recently decided to try new things, to branch out and do what he'd never dared to do before, and here she was - practically laid out on a silver platter for him. But was he brave enough? Was he strong enough to break away from a lifelong pattern of good behavior? She laughed, and though he noted her nerves icing the laugh, he couldn't help but join in with his own nervous giggle. "Yes, that's kind of a trademark of caves - isn't it?" He rose to his paws, slowly - but deliberately. With long sweeping strides he inched closer to her, allowing his nails to drag across the stone floor in order to keep her fully aware of his movements. All she had to do was flee from him and he would stop - but something told him he had to try. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, though there was no real reason for it to be there. There was just something exciting about being bad, something right about doing wrong. This was only the first step, would this intoxicating feeling only grow as he pressed the boundary? How far must he go to reach euphoria? The russet man finally stopped moving when he was only a foot from her, not yet ready to push forward any closer. "Are you afraid of the dark?" he murmured - not really wanting an answer, but simply seeking for something to say, clawing in the dark for his next move. "Speech." |