And it burns like a gin and I like it,
She doesn't miss the avoidance of her question or the brush of his chest when he shifts, the light friction that's like a starting bell to their game. Her hum comes again around the rim of her glass, a tune that sings of the praise one might give a child for figuring out an easy math problem. "Hmm. So you're not just muscles." She gently lifts a hand to rap her knuckle against his pec in emphasis, not even bothering to look up with the movement, like she doesn't care what he thinks of her 'plaything' or what she might have been up to since their last meeting. It doesn't mean she doesn't notice the firmness of his rock-hard chest or the heat it emits against her finger.
Swallowing a large gulp of her whiskey, she runs her tongue over her lips and fangs, slow and sensual. Then she flashes Pierce another fanged grin, teasing mischief glinting in her eyes. "I don't kiss and tell." Although, truthfully, she hasn't sought out Vesper after their exchange, letting the interaction simmer for a while before she reinitiates contact. She fully intends to let him wonder about what chaos she might be getting up to with Pierce, because even if he hadn't been jealous at the carnival, she plans to leave him alone long enough for the emotion to emerge. A foreplay in its own right.
That'll be her fun for later. For now, she has a game to win, and Thal leans farther into the bar top, the length of her spine stretching like the casual stretch of a cat; but she knows how it accentuates her every curve, the tight black of her clothes hugging her like smoke and shadows that might easily fall away with a subtle breeze. She knows that more than a few men catch the movement, their eyes slipping over her figure, although she only needs to catch one. Just for good measure, she pops out her hip towards Pierce, letting it brush against him as she draws another nonchalant sip from her glass like she isn't actively playing with fire.
Swallowing a large gulp of her whiskey, she runs her tongue over her lips and fangs, slow and sensual. Then she flashes Pierce another fanged grin, teasing mischief glinting in her eyes. "I don't kiss and tell." Although, truthfully, she hasn't sought out Vesper after their exchange, letting the interaction simmer for a while before she reinitiates contact. She fully intends to let him wonder about what chaos she might be getting up to with Pierce, because even if he hadn't been jealous at the carnival, she plans to leave him alone long enough for the emotion to emerge. A foreplay in its own right.
That'll be her fun for later. For now, she has a game to win, and Thal leans farther into the bar top, the length of her spine stretching like the casual stretch of a cat; but she knows how it accentuates her every curve, the tight black of her clothes hugging her like smoke and shadows that might easily fall away with a subtle breeze. She knows that more than a few men catch the movement, their eyes slipping over her figure, although she only needs to catch one. Just for good measure, she pops out her hip towards Pierce, letting it brush against him as she draws another nonchalant sip from her glass like she isn't actively playing with fire.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
