Double entendre. So much fun, when played with the right person. And this boy was a perfect contender. Disbelief was written clearly onto the brute, as if a bright red exclamation point was plastered above his skull. Innocence was easily a lie from her. Not many knew of her real intentions, that she was a weasel with a sly and cunning demeanor, writhing slowly toward power. Her words constantly dripped with honey, playing deadly games with stakes higher than one could imagine. Nobody knew what choice she'd make; If she'd rather lose her head or lose her heart. The hulking beast towered over the beast, but she wasn't too concerned with asserting herself if needed.
His frame leaned against her, his crown lowered to the lowest it could be, his timbre reverberating through her veldt ears. Her banner slashed through the air as she tipped onto her toes once more, amethysts with hints of submission and defiance, masked with other emotions. "Oh, you are quite the valentine." Her italian lyrics sung through the air, her chest vibrating. Against her ribs, her heart pumped slowly, her blood running normally. "That satisfaction is one you may not hear. There are plenty of other words that I could wail as well." A smirk curled her features, as she shifted, deserting the subject of sex at it's finest. "I won't risk such battles. I know what power you own over me, sir."
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