[ grins a little sharply, a little wry, because part of her feels put at ease to get some pushback. she'd liked Peter when he was a soft and sweet kid, but she liked Derek and Jack because they were so fun to bully, and they always reared back against it, so it never got old. that's how their love worked.
before. ]
Oh, mean. [ says the mean girl. ] Kicking doesn't mean anything when you're already on the ground.
but the silence; that happens, too, while that mounting tension thickens until it feels like it could snap. the glint in her eye hasn't gone away, and her expression borders on dangerous, underneath the icy outer layer. Kiara shifts her weight, then, very very quickly, and where her movement ends, she's straddled his waist with one hand lightly resting across the column of his throat. ]
[ He's gotten pretty used to her by now, so he barely reacts to the hand at his throat except to lift his own and gently run it up along that arm. the other, of course, settles against her thigh. ] ]
You know me, a charmin' gentleman who definitely don't run around wild in the woods.
[ she wears her sleeves long and gloves tightly tied, but her collar opens deep in a vee, almost to her navel. so the goosebumps that are slowly surfacing, yeah. he can probably see those. ]
[ alright, she colours a little. but in the same motion, actually the same motion as his roving hand, she takes his wrists and pushes them above his head. ]
[ she leans in real close-like, smiling with lips spread wide so her teeth show. so her fangs show. it's kinda Kiara's old bullying shining through, but also she seems quite pleased with herself, having power over someone again—even if it's someone just letting her, for now.
and she leans in so close that anyone could get a perfect view down her blouse, that her hair tumbles forward and tickles his cheek, that she can smell him and he can smell her, as she murmurs into his ear, ]
[ there's a second where it seems like she might just drop this whole thing—then the tension drains away (kind of) and her weight sinks a little heavier down, snugger to his leg against her. nothing too overtly sexual just yet about it. just getting comfortable. just feeling her way. ]
Kiara. And you sound like a pompous prick when you say it like that, you know. Why d'you figure I whimper, all while you're saying you don't? Maybe you'd like doing it if you tried, instead of always being 'alpha', huh...
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before. ]
Oh, mean. [ says the mean girl. ] Kicking doesn't mean anything when you're already on the ground.
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Bet ya sound real pretty when ya do.
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Maybe.
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No. You don't know.
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[ nudges her leg again. ]
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but the silence; that happens, too, while that mounting tension thickens until it feels like it could snap. the glint in her eye hasn't gone away, and her expression borders on dangerous, underneath the icy outer layer. Kiara shifts her weight, then, very very quickly, and where her movement ends, she's straddled his waist with one hand lightly resting across the column of his throat. ]
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Wow, is that your line? I've met drunks more charming than you.
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You know me, a charmin' gentleman who definitely don't run around wild in the woods.
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Gentlemen don't get gross smiles like that.
[ 'gross'. thumbing across his Adam's apple. ]
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[ The hand along her arm slides up, to her shoulder, and to the edges of the opening of her shirt. ]
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[ alright, she colours a little. but in the same motion, actually the same motion as his roving hand, she takes his wrists and pushes them above his head. ]
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What's this, now.
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and she leans in so close that anyone could get a perfect view down her blouse, that her hair tumbles forward and tickles his cheek, that she can smell him and he can smell her, as she murmurs into his ear, ]
I think you should whimper for me.
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he does give a disbelieving snort, though, shifting his leg slightly up against her. ]
I don't whimper, girly.
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Kiara. And you sound like a pompous prick when you say it like that, you know. Why d'you figure I whimper, all while you're saying you don't? Maybe you'd like doing it if you tried, instead of always being 'alpha', huh...
[ yes. this is her brand of flirting. ]
(checks watch) yeah 5 years seems good
[ Helpfully shifts his thigh up against her, a lazy smirk on his lips. He flexes his hands a little, testing, but doesn't try to pull away. Yet. ]
And what I like is seeing what kinda pretty noises a gal like you makes.