7 hours ago
Her eyes flashed, but it served as barely any warning before she pushed him back into the wall. Power rippled around her, enough to part the fireball balanced above his hands without dousing it or setting herself aflame. Her kiss was hungry, a predator’s reaction to a liberty he never should have taken if he didn’t expect to play with the fire of her. Ori didn’t even try to predict herself sometimes, but when she wanted she took. And right then she wanted. The sex hadn’t even been that good before; just another reckless escape in a recent litany meant to quash her demons. It was something else about Sasha which continued to hook under her skin. No one else would have risked her unpredictable boundaries for so meagre and gentle a prize as the brief touch of his lips against hers. Sasha just acted and retreated: unassuming, honest, infuriating. It wasn’t to a purpose, but it fucking made her burn inside all the same.
“You irritate me.” She growled it low, like an insult. But with the tease of her teeth and heat of her breath against his it didn't exactly sound like a regret. It sounded like a promise to ruin him. Right then his jacket was the only further thing she took, though – stripped right from his shoulders, first with a teasing lover’s insistence and her mouth still on his, but then with something which flared mischievous under her lashes as she retreated.
She threw it over the device. Because like fuck was she touching that thing with bare flesh – and like fuck was she leaving it here for the snake to retrace her steps and reclaim, either. Once bundled she tucked it under arm with little care of consequence. But then, it wasn’t her skull it had been embedded in.
Ori squeezed her hand into a pocket to retrieve the packet of drugs, then. It narrowed the heat in her eyes when she considered it a moment before closing the distance once more. A smirk played her lips, mostly because she doubted he wanted to be anywhere near the thing jammed under her arm. She crumpled the favour against Sasha’s chest; didn’t let go, just waited for him to acknowledge the return. Honestly it didn’t come with the satisfaction she had envisioned. But then, she hadn’t exactly envisioned craving a repeat of a shitty fuck against a wall either. “You really thought it was a good idea to leave me payment, Sasha?”
“You irritate me.” She growled it low, like an insult. But with the tease of her teeth and heat of her breath against his it didn't exactly sound like a regret. It sounded like a promise to ruin him. Right then his jacket was the only further thing she took, though – stripped right from his shoulders, first with a teasing lover’s insistence and her mouth still on his, but then with something which flared mischievous under her lashes as she retreated.
She threw it over the device. Because like fuck was she touching that thing with bare flesh – and like fuck was she leaving it here for the snake to retrace her steps and reclaim, either. Once bundled she tucked it under arm with little care of consequence. But then, it wasn’t her skull it had been embedded in.
Ori squeezed her hand into a pocket to retrieve the packet of drugs, then. It narrowed the heat in her eyes when she considered it a moment before closing the distance once more. A smirk played her lips, mostly because she doubted he wanted to be anywhere near the thing jammed under her arm. She crumpled the favour against Sasha’s chest; didn’t let go, just waited for him to acknowledge the return. Honestly it didn’t come with the satisfaction she had envisioned. But then, she hadn’t exactly envisioned craving a repeat of a shitty fuck against a wall either. “You really thought it was a good idea to leave me payment, Sasha?”
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