Black Widow
10-12-2014, 02:21 PM
He was not happy, to say the least. His words were rough, suppressing a growl. There was no doubt in her mind that he would love nothing more than to sink his fangs in her. His eyes would narrow, before he finally spoke what he had probably been dying to say since she stepped one foot over the border. A low, humorless chuckle would roll off her tongue, eyes dancing with dark amusement. "Are you gonna punish me, Bass?" Sultry words rolled off her tongue in low, husky tones. If it would make him feel better, than she would happily oblige. They both walked a fine line between friendship and enemies. But she enjoyed this dance. It wasn't everyday that she found someone as willing as he to play her game. Muscles flexed beneath her pelt with anticipation, what would he do now? She had practically given him an invitation. He had been enticingly bold, but would he take it a step further? Or would he ruin her fun and step down? She hoped not. If he choose punishment, then she would undoubtedly give him her alliance. But if not.... Well, it would be very unfortunate for him. So she would wait, coral gaze locked on him, audits tipped forward, antiquation made her impatient, but she didn't move, sat as still as a statue. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |
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