Pierce
The trap is set, and his punch is the equivalent of the door snapping down on a live trap – a slam enough to see stars, and he feels the way she tenses immediately as the pain of the punch occurs, as it radiates through her in solar flares tinged violet. And Pierce, ever the observant bruiser, presses against her as the lavender aurora spreads through her veins. All at once the pain she endures is gone, replaced by becoming a Friend.
Ah, and Pierce is infinitely pleased with this outcome. Her arms wind around the back of his head and he surges into her, deepening the kiss briefly before he pulls away a fraction, hands smoothing out along her sides, one slipping in under the small of her back to arch her against him. “Wasn't so bad, huh?” Comes the low hum, his baritone voice loud enough for her ears only before piercing blue eyes slip to the bartender with a sharp intention that has him departing – and whomever else in the Hart that doesn’t want to stick around.
Then, his focus is back on her, leaning into her and tugging at the hem of her shirt – all drinks forgotten in favor for indulgence.
Ah, and Pierce is infinitely pleased with this outcome. Her arms wind around the back of his head and he surges into her, deepening the kiss briefly before he pulls away a fraction, hands smoothing out along her sides, one slipping in under the small of her back to arch her against him. “Wasn't so bad, huh?” Comes the low hum, his baritone voice loud enough for her ears only before piercing blue eyes slip to the bartender with a sharp intention that has him departing – and whomever else in the Hart that doesn’t want to stick around.
Then, his focus is back on her, leaning into her and tugging at the hem of her shirt – all drinks forgotten in favor for indulgence.
