Sebastian should have known better than to usher a challenge of any kind to her. Watching in the low light as she grinned at him. That clear look of defiance not something new to him. Maker help him, what had he just unleashed. He could have given in, admitted she called his bluff, but as the words tickled his ear again he let out an involuntary growl in response.
The snicker drew him to move, long easy strides in her direction. An angle for a grip to spin them and pull her along toward the bed.
A wicked smirk would pull at the corners of his mouth, almost as if a switch had been flipped within him. The wells of his youth, of playing such games with others decades in the past.
Do I?he asked in reply; eyes following her as she slipped any grip he might have had.
The snicker drew him to move, long easy strides in her direction. An angle for a grip to spin them and pull her along toward the bed.
Does this count?he'd ask if he had the grasp, the pull toward the large bed in the room. And if he could leverage, he'd twist their positions again, pushing her down toward the plush comfort beckoning them.
Or is this more to your preference, Aoife?
A wicked smirk would pull at the corners of his mouth, almost as if a switch had been flipped within him. The wells of his youth, of playing such games with others decades in the past.
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