The complex is relatively at rest, but Dominic's pace is still brisk on the way to his office (not so much that he wants to avoid notice than if you're going somewhere, you might as well get there quickly
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If she was going to stab him, it would have been a stiletto, not a switchblade. But as killing him is quite, quite genuinely the last thing she wants to do right now, she slides her fingers into his hair and kisses him.
Deeply.
With her right foot hooking around the back of his knee.
-- This is certainly not unwelcome. One hand stays on her back as the other sweeps the odds and ends from his desk, pushing her backwards as he does so.
Whatever care he'd been showing before is gone, replaced by simple greed and the desire to possess.
(letting him push her back, having to grab onto him with her other hand to stop her from sprawling back against the desk, making a wordless whimper in the back of her throat)
not objecting to being possessed.
At least, as far as she ever is. Which is honestly hardly at all and even now, with him and this and the lust twisting with nerves under her skin, she's cataloguing reactions for later analysis.
"It will be fine."
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"Well, if I was going to stab you, it'd be a different knife."
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"Well. Maybe next time."
And he leans forward to kiss her again (and leaves the knife alone).
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Deeply.
With her right foot hooking around the back of his knee.
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Whatever care he'd been showing before is gone, replaced by simple greed and the desire to possess.
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(letting him push her back, having to grab onto him with her other hand to stop her from sprawling back against the desk, making a wordless whimper in the back of her throat)
not objecting to being possessed.
At least, as far as she ever is. Which is honestly hardly at all and even now, with him and this and the lust twisting with nerves under her skin, she's cataloguing reactions for later analysis.
Later.
Because right now, she's a little busy.
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