Try a Little Tenderness

RexannA just how far would you go when the drugs aren't hitting home? She shook her head to him with a laugh. She’d more than likely find him attractive wearing anything, but the idea of the mask and the jumping while he was absolutely hammered is what concerned her.  However, he grabbed the bottle and wrapped his arm around her and picked her up with ease, taking her on a tour of her own makeshift house. She sighed with a slight breathy laugh at the idea before he spoke and hefted her up, a small “oomph” at the movement left her lips. She shrugged her shoulders in response, though said nothing. He probably couldn’t tell that she did shrug, but it didn’t matter. He continued to move toward the kitchen, her on his arm as he spoke of selflessness. She nodded, agreeing. It was something Rexanna had thought she had to do. That all the bad things that had happened to her in the world were because she deserved it – for not protecting her people, for letting them die and running away amid the chaos. Frey had shown her otherwise, showed her the flaws she carried with her every day, and ensuring that it wasn’t something to be defined by. She appreciated the second chance, and she enjoyed being here with Alistair through it all. Placing her on a counter, he stood in front of her with his arms on either side of her – his boozy speech actually speaking volumes on what had happened to them. Her head tilted, eyebrows pulling together as she watched him take a drink from the bottle and place it in her hand. She took a sip of it as well before placing it on the counter, a good distance from them as to not break it should things go where it seemed. When he finished speaking, she wanted to reach up and touch his face with a soft, comforting motion, but he had leaned forward and kissed her gently – his hands roving over her legs as she offered him a small smile. She couldn’t exactly tell him without the paper what she wanted to, and that was now in the other room. So she did what she could, expressed it with her body, leaning in to kiss him a bit deeper with a roguish grin. When he began to talk about the proposition Frey had given her, she laughed a small breathy laugh. “I get to choose.” She purred, eyes scanning his face. “And I choose you for the first part. Perhaps I’ll flirt with everyone and take a poll?” Her voice remained trapped in that honey tone, but laughter lit up her eyes at the idea. Her hands reached up to wrap around his neck, her legs moving to wrap around him and pull him closer while she smiled to him. “I’m in no rush.” She hummed, leaning down to press another kiss to his lips, her thumb trailing along the column of his neck. unwind my veins like rope. a kaleidoscope, detach until we choke.

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