Makai Dashiell
The Idiot
Temptress.
Makai narrowed his eyes as she leaned over him, body brushing against his, grabbing her wine and settling in, making herself at home.
Oh, he was doing his best not to crack. It didn't help as she had home field advantage, adjusting and moving to her hearts content, innocent look across her features as if absolutely nothing had happened.
She plays this innocent game all too well.
It wasn't the first time she had done this, although typically it was much more subtle. In reality, he should have never played her game, she had been plotting to win for far too long.
"Hard. Long and hard lately."
Now was she was just being blatant bout it. Mouth quirked in an amused smirk, setting the wine glass down on the warm tiles. Hand now free, deft fingers grabbed the one tie holding the dress in place.
Lips found the shell of her ear, uttering a indecent reply to the state of her work day, teasing grin fading into a look of desire.
Makai narrowed his eyes as she leaned over him, body brushing against his, grabbing her wine and settling in, making herself at home.
Oh, he was doing his best not to crack. It didn't help as she had home field advantage, adjusting and moving to her hearts content, innocent look across her features as if absolutely nothing had happened.
She plays this innocent game all too well.
It wasn't the first time she had done this, although typically it was much more subtle. In reality, he should have never played her game, she had been plotting to win for far too long.
"Hard. Long and hard lately."
Now was she was just being blatant bout it. Mouth quirked in an amused smirk, setting the wine glass down on the warm tiles. Hand now free, deft fingers grabbed the one tie holding the dress in place.
Lips found the shell of her ear, uttering a indecent reply to the state of her work day, teasing grin fading into a look of desire.