[ He did say it first. So he'll accept it, for now, smile curving his lips, even with the pressure she puts against him. He can handle this - and honestly, it's exciting to watch (and feel) her going into action. He breathes out slowly, a ragged little gasp as she leans in. There's a flame kindling in his gut; a warmth and tension that demands more. An excitement to go with the way she treats him. His eyes try to track her as she leans down and he makes a low noise at the back of his throat as she threatens him.
God, it's been a while since anyone's done that quite like this. ]
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God, it's been a while since anyone's done that quite like this. ]
Have I been that bad? Do I really deserve that?
[ He's still being lippy. ]