( she doesn't go far in the brief span of time it takes him to scale those stairs, rather she's perched herself against the back of her couch that's merely a few feet from the entry, breeze courting past gauze curtains to kiss flesh that's left bare to the room. it's like a taunting graze of his palms, of what's to come, only chilled where his touch will undoubtedly run hot, far less gentle.
but she's far from a girl who desires nor needs to be treated delicately.
she could prolong this even further, purposefully wait at that opposite end like she doesn't want it just as badly as he, but just as she raises her chin with an heiress when it comes to taunting, she just as so knows when to give in. so she does, and now it's her apartment's locks that slip out of place, the moment she opens that door feeling the current thrumming from his figure, and despite the initial pause to revel in him reveling in her, she's reaching out a palm to ravel into the fabric of his shirt. a tug, humming low in the hollow of her throat—carnal in it's tone.
no subject
but she's far from a girl who desires nor needs to be treated delicately.
she could prolong this even further, purposefully wait at that opposite end like she doesn't want it just as badly as he, but just as she raises her chin with an heiress when it comes to taunting, she just as so knows when to give in. so she does, and now it's her apartment's locks that slip out of place, the moment she opens that door feeling the current thrumming from his figure, and despite the initial pause to revel in him reveling in her, she's reaching out a palm to ravel into the fabric of his shirt. a tug, humming low in the hollow of her throat—carnal in it's tone.
he can get a good and proper look inside. )