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[oh_frak_me]

*When she straightens up from taking off her boots, she can feel his eyes on her from the doorway. She turns slowly, feeling a little like a sparrow caught in the sights of a hawk. On the other hand, she knows how much it takes to snap his control this far and she wants it. She stays still and waits for his next move*

Nice night.

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[notagod_apollo]

A hawk is a fitting comparison, at least right now; sharp, fast, predatory, fiercely beautiful.

"So it is."

He doesn't move, not yet, he wants to see what she'll do. After all, she teased first.

[oh_frak_me]

Close the door?

*She walks over to her closet and drops her boots in front of it. She peels off the soft black top, her profile to him. Her bra isn't one of her usual sports bras, Bar provided her with several lacy sets of underwear. She had wondered about it at the time, but she understands now. She moistens her lower lip as she looks at him*

[notagod_apollo]

The door clicks softly, and he moves just as quietly behind her, bending his head to kiss her shoulder, his hands slipping around her waist and up to trace the lacy edges of the lingerie.

"I like it."

Slower now, not as desperate, the few minutes it took for them to climb the stairs gave him time to catch his breath. It doesn't make him want her an ounce less, but it makes him able to do this; to touch her without tearing that scrap of cloth from her body in desperate need for her skin against his.

[oh_frak_me]

*She can barely breathe for fear of coming apart standing in his arms. The mirror on the closet door is directly in front of her and she can see his hands on her*

Yeeaaah...