she's a superfreak, superfreak

WESSEX

Her systems clock Edrei's pupil dilation, potential arousal, the shift of tension in the air from flirtatious to predatory. "Ha, like you sit and wait for anyone, little cat…" comes quietly, followed by a soft, mostly self-amused chuckle. Cause neither did she. At least they’re on the same page.

Wessex reaches out to grab the hand that's making circles on the bar, catching it with a quick movement. Looking straight at the younger woman, she entwines their fingers and brings Edy's wrist to her mouth, where she draws her tongue and teeth across the smooth skin in a long, slow, seductive caress, pressing just hard enough to tease the promise of more. To smell the fire in the not-teen’s skin. “Like I held life and death in my hands,” she replies - for it was, for her. Fire would kill her. She plays with the enemy and she likes it.

“Show me what’s back there.” Her head jerks slightly towards a door leading from the bar to elsewhere.

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all