Ain't that a kick in the head?

zephyr

"Like t'watch, d'ya?" The delicate flirtations are not abandoned, as much as you keep trying to talk yourself out of falling into her trap. But when a trap is so pretty and so neatly laid out, it's almost ruder not to step in, isn't it? She's done such a good job of riling you up, playing along your baser instincts and distracting you thoroughly from earlier purpose. Again your eyes drift down to her mouth, settling on the lip she sucks in between her teeth. Again your groin stirs in obvious response.

Aw, fuck it.

You shift your weight suddenly, hoping to put her between you and the table. "You questionin' my talents? Need a demonstration?" A low growl, your intentions clear as you look down on her through hooded almond eyes. One hand moves to the table beside her, ready to caress her hip as soon as permission is given; the other one waits like a soldier at ease, eager to pull her body into hers, to take those lips between your own and show her exactly what your skillset is.

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still