[ it's a wild offer to make to someone who isn't sure what to do with her now. sure, w could pick out a trillion pressure points she could depress and stab to bring her to her knees, she could wrap her hands around her throat or tear with her teeth and bleed her by a thousand cuts — that's easy stuff, as rote to her as breathing. this is a whole different realm of putting her hands on someone, and she doesn't remember feeling this lost the first time she put someone to sleep forever. (ah, the good old days.)
if she knows how to flirt, it's only because she enjoys taunting people with things they'll never have. it should ruin the fun now that texas is definitely going to have her, and indeed she stiffens just for a moment at the slide of that gloved hand over her thigh, her lips rolling over her flashing teeth instinctively, her flesh exploding with the texture of goosebumps. that impulse to push away, though, to claw and fight and keep texas from getting a good grip on her is quieter than she'd expected it to be. maybe it's the cool leather skidding across her heated skin, or that relieved gasp when the pressure constricting her chest is finally loosened that drowns the worst of it away.
but those lips against her throat — she's never been more aware that texas is a lupo. she shouldn't let this happen, texas could tear her throat out with her teeth in the blink of an eye, and it's too much to think that she can feel w's erratic pulse against her lips. if only she didn't feel like she was melting most of all, a soft purr hidden and muted in the very pit of her throat, her fingers scrambling for purchase and clutching at the front of texas's bra. ]
Wasn't that the plan?
[ it's a joke, but w can barely make it more than a breathy hum in response. maybe she's not as lost as she thought she was. her hands slide easy enough beneath the cup of the bra and squeeze into soft flesh; her other hand works between them, unthreading texas's belt, popping the buttons beneath it. they probably don't need to both be stripped down for this, but like hell she's about to be the only one. ]
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if she knows how to flirt, it's only because she enjoys taunting people with things they'll never have. it should ruin the fun now that texas is definitely going to have her, and indeed she stiffens just for a moment at the slide of that gloved hand over her thigh, her lips rolling over her flashing teeth instinctively, her flesh exploding with the texture of goosebumps. that impulse to push away, though, to claw and fight and keep texas from getting a good grip on her is quieter than she'd expected it to be. maybe it's the cool leather skidding across her heated skin, or that relieved gasp when the pressure constricting her chest is finally loosened that drowns the worst of it away.
but those lips against her throat — she's never been more aware that texas is a lupo. she shouldn't let this happen, texas could tear her throat out with her teeth in the blink of an eye, and it's too much to think that she can feel w's erratic pulse against her lips. if only she didn't feel like she was melting most of all, a soft purr hidden and muted in the very pit of her throat, her fingers scrambling for purchase and clutching at the front of texas's bra. ]
Wasn't that the plan?
[ it's a joke, but w can barely make it more than a breathy hum in response. maybe she's not as lost as she thought she was. her hands slide easy enough beneath the cup of the bra and squeeze into soft flesh; her other hand works between them, unthreading texas's belt, popping the buttons beneath it. they probably don't need to both be stripped down for this, but like hell she's about to be the only one. ]