Post by shinigami on Oct 29, 2008 13:07:16 GMT -8
-- will never be blueballed. It just won't happen --
-- pffft. Spoken like a true woman. They never understood.
He raises an eyebrow the slightest teensiest fraction of the fraction of an inch; somehow, all his arrogance, all his insufferable beliefs that he is, intrinsically and essentially better than she is, well. Somehow, unintentionally, that lil' eyebrow lift expresses it all.
As long as it's me --
-- A jealous woman?
He's had those before. This time, though, the reptile part of his brain coils with -- panic? No; no. With -- something, though, there for a moment, and then just as quickly gone. (Did it scent -- commitment? No, it did not. He's still standing there, isn't he? And he's been with women who've sought commitments from him before.)
His eyelids flicker when she kisses his nose; she has to go on her toes to do it. For a second, he was disarmed; after the second, he actually bats an eyelash, then he smiles. Jakob's smile is the devil's own smile; there's a touch of humour about the mouth; a touch of mean.
He allows her to lead him by the hand all the way to the elevator. Then? Then she'll hear it: the soft husk of his chuckle at her ear, a moment before he is against her -- is pressed hard-flush against her; scoops her up and holds her between him and the elevator wall. Kisses her, forcefully.
Ding, the elevator shuts. He leaves off kissing her long enough to growl " - what floor?"
-----
And, later; hours later, Jakob runs his fingers through his tangled, tousled hair and regards Frost's ceiling from lion-narrowed eyes. He smirks, cynical, but his sarcasm is of the cheerful sort.
"Now that I've been your whore, it's time to pay me."
-- pffft. Spoken like a true woman. They never understood.
He raises an eyebrow the slightest teensiest fraction of the fraction of an inch; somehow, all his arrogance, all his insufferable beliefs that he is, intrinsically and essentially better than she is, well. Somehow, unintentionally, that lil' eyebrow lift expresses it all.
As long as it's me --
-- A jealous woman?
He's had those before. This time, though, the reptile part of his brain coils with -- panic? No; no. With -- something, though, there for a moment, and then just as quickly gone. (Did it scent -- commitment? No, it did not. He's still standing there, isn't he? And he's been with women who've sought commitments from him before.)
His eyelids flicker when she kisses his nose; she has to go on her toes to do it. For a second, he was disarmed; after the second, he actually bats an eyelash, then he smiles. Jakob's smile is the devil's own smile; there's a touch of humour about the mouth; a touch of mean.
He allows her to lead him by the hand all the way to the elevator. Then? Then she'll hear it: the soft husk of his chuckle at her ear, a moment before he is against her -- is pressed hard-flush against her; scoops her up and holds her between him and the elevator wall. Kisses her, forcefully.
Ding, the elevator shuts. He leaves off kissing her long enough to growl " - what floor?"
-----
And, later; hours later, Jakob runs his fingers through his tangled, tousled hair and regards Frost's ceiling from lion-narrowed eyes. He smirks, cynical, but his sarcasm is of the cheerful sort.
"Now that I've been your whore, it's time to pay me."