The witty and the weird

“Well that was what you liked the most about me wasn’t it? Has that changed?” she replied with a smirk as they exchanged kisses as the teenagers that they once were. It was exhilarating to have him this close, even if she knew that they had ahead difficult conversations which would not be as pleasant as this night.

“Then we are on the same page” she said, more relieved than what she expected about hearing that he hadn’t moved on that fast either.”No one was ever like you Zevran.”

“I could be very mean right now you know?” she said starting to walk deliberately slowly towards the exit of the alley, looking smugly at him. It was something that they did as teens, when she wanted to rile him up with desire; her little trick of driving him mad with desire until he took her to an alley for a tryst. Perhaps now that they were older it wouldn’t work but it was a call back to the old times.

Zevran let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head with a look of exaggerated suffering. Ah, and here I thought time might have tempered your wicked ways. But no—still as cruel as ever. His golden eyes flickered with amusement, watching her deliberate steps with the same mix of exasperation and hunger that she had once so easily drawn from him.

He took a slow step after her, his smirk deepening as he let the tension build between them. You know, Maika, if memory serves, this little game of yours never quite ended in your favor. After all, I always caught you in the end.

His voice was a low purr now, teasing but threaded with the same desire that had always burned between them. He let her keep her lead—for the moment—relishing the chase as much as he always had. But there was no mistaking the promise in his gaze, nor the way his body all but vibrated with the restraint he was only pretending to hold.

The question is, my dear—do you *want* to be caught?