He was saved her intent, and her warning. She looked at him, and satisfaction curled through her, so that she moved with lassitude as she dropped her hand from him and leaned back on her heels. He still had all of her attention, all of her focus. There was no time for much else in the way of emotion.
The man had advanced upon her while in one of her spaces. Her safe bunk, no less.
That was another thing she wouldn't forgive him any time soon.
"Get to it, sweetin'." Her voice was coy, with only the barest edge of the heat that coiled spitting and surly within her.
No one got to do that without her inviting it, first. Something about him -- either due to his natural barrier of sensuality, or his intuition -- seemed to take delight in pushing her to the edge. It was bothersome, but eventually it would likely end in him pulling weapons on her.
How delightful.
The man had advanced upon her while in one of her spaces. Her safe bunk, no less.
That was another thing she wouldn't forgive him any time soon.
"Get to it, sweetin'." Her voice was coy, with only the barest edge of the heat that coiled spitting and surly within her.
No one got to do that without her inviting it, first. Something about him -- either due to his natural barrier of sensuality, or his intuition -- seemed to take delight in pushing her to the edge. It was bothersome, but eventually it would likely end in him pulling weapons on her.
How delightful.
