I Got You, Babe

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Her legs locked around him and drew a wicked smile from Ronin, one which was punctuated with a sharp intake of breath as her teeth grazed against his lips. One hand remained beneath her thigh, hitching it up further to grind her against him, while the other lost itself in her silken mess of dark curls. "Let them watch," Ronin muttered in a low voice, his grin audible, and he carefully tilted her back until she was lying against the table. His mouth found Vanya's again rather without his permission, the ex-captain sighing into the kiss even as deft hands ran down her sides until they found the leggings she wore. She'd feel his smile rather than see it, Ronin pressing against the small of her back to arch her up and permit him to remove the all too troublesome garment. He cast them aside without looking where. Hooking a now-bare leg over his shoulder, Ronin took a moment to gaze down at his lady with blue eyes hazed with lust. His chest rose and fell in tandem with the heat that pulsed through him and rolled low in his stomach, and he turned his head to press his lips to the inside of her thigh. His mouth was hot and his kisses were slow, but that did not change their inevitable destination.