Eloise
'What the fuck are you talking about?' Eloise demanded in return, having precisely no idea what new defence system her body had apparently been incubating.
Realizing only after she'd shoved him that he was likely to do it back (he'd been more than clear about it all being tit for tat), Eloise braced herself, but received only more questions of her she couldn't answer. As her frustration rose, both sexual and regular, whatever magical spasm she'd experienced when he'd kissed her subsided and her flighty and furious thoughts screamed towards him in a flood. Thoughts of being used and tricked, tempted and teased only to be berated like some child found eating dirt.
Realizing only after she'd shoved him that he was likely to do it back (he'd been more than clear about it all being tit for tat), Eloise braced herself, but received only more questions of her she couldn't answer. As her frustration rose, both sexual and regular, whatever magical spasm she'd experienced when he'd kissed her subsided and her flighty and furious thoughts screamed towards him in a flood. Thoughts of being used and tricked, tempted and teased only to be berated like some child found eating dirt.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
