And it burns like a gin and I like it,
Thal doesn't pay as much attention to his words as much as his body, the shift of his hand moving deliciously higher despite the crowded bar around them making her breathing shallow. Maybe it's her earlier actions, or who Pierce is, but most of them make the smart decision to look away, even as she can still sense the stolen glances of people turning their backs like the two of them might want 'privacy.'
She tilts her head as he presses his lips against the side of her cheek, a smile spreading across her face while warmth floods her veins. His voice is like a whispered secret meant only for her, and she doesn't even hesitate in her response, twisting barely enough so he can see the glint in her eyes. "Pain never scared me." Her words are dark and suggestive, a purr of permission for him to do his worst.
Perhaps she should be more cautious, concerned about what kind of 'pain' a member of the Family might have in mind, about what kind of damage it might do; but Thal has never been one to back down from a challenge, and the line between pleasure and pain has always been blurred for her.
She tilts her head as he presses his lips against the side of her cheek, a smile spreading across her face while warmth floods her veins. His voice is like a whispered secret meant only for her, and she doesn't even hesitate in her response, twisting barely enough so he can see the glint in her eyes. "Pain never scared me." Her words are dark and suggestive, a purr of permission for him to do his worst.
Perhaps she should be more cautious, concerned about what kind of 'pain' a member of the Family might have in mind, about what kind of damage it might do; but Thal has never been one to back down from a challenge, and the line between pleasure and pain has always been blurred for her.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
