06-19-2014, 06:24 PM
The boys were all too happy to regain control of the table. Between shots they made certain to call Claire out on her hustling, but by the beer-glazed glint in their eye, they were more intrigued than upset. Viktor shot in a couple before he scratched, at which point the ball would return to Oriena.
Oriena's curling an arm around Claire's collar might have had something to do with that.
She whispered words of advice in Claire's ear. The puff of air was sultry and steamy, and Claire snaked a hand up to tickle Oriena's hand where it draped across her collarbone, and wondered how much of the other woman's teasing was an excuse to whisper or if it were something more.
"Submission?"
The smokey word curled from her tongue with a smirk that flicked toward the taller woman. She turned to face the other woman and so step into the circle of her arms and whisper secrets in return, "Are you talking about the magic or me?"
She retreated, coy and playful as a bobcat taunting its prey. Viktor cleared his throat and offered Oriena the cue ball. Claire busied herself with the beer, meanwhile.
Oriena's curling an arm around Claire's collar might have had something to do with that.
She whispered words of advice in Claire's ear. The puff of air was sultry and steamy, and Claire snaked a hand up to tickle Oriena's hand where it draped across her collarbone, and wondered how much of the other woman's teasing was an excuse to whisper or if it were something more.
"Submission?"
The smokey word curled from her tongue with a smirk that flicked toward the taller woman. She turned to face the other woman and so step into the circle of her arms and whisper secrets in return, "Are you talking about the magic or me?"
She retreated, coy and playful as a bobcat taunting its prey. Viktor cleared his throat and offered Oriena the cue ball. Claire busied herself with the beer, meanwhile.