[She listens carefully, taking note of the way his fingers feel against bare skin. It's more than he'd usually get to feel, but she'd worn a blouse today, not a sensible button-up, and those have a tendency to ride up.
His hand isn't straying lower. He isn't touching anything inappropriate, not yet. Oh, perhaps it's a touch indecent that it's beneath her shirt, but given they're surrounded by a crowd eager to fuck and fight all at once, she thinks they're the least interesting thing here.
She thinks idly about how it might be, to be taken by him. He'd hardly be the first dangerous man she'd taken to her bed. Point in fact, she thinks he might be a touch less dangerous than some of her other partners. At least Tani lacks Bigby's indomitable strength; with him, there's absolutely no chance of arguing.
Hmm. Would he fuck her against the wall? That's a pleasant thought, and she shifts her weight, ignoring the ache between her legs, because she won't give in tonight regardless. This is far too much fun to cut it off so early. But it's nice to think about, isn't it . . . fighting with him, pinning him to a wall or being pinned there, fighting with this insufferable boy, neither of them knowing how it would turn out . . . ]
And you didn't even know her name. How shocking.
[Sarcasm, though there's a faint smile on her face that suggests she approves of his tale regardless. Rosalind hums, then turns, facing the bar. She won't shake off his hand just yet, but her attention is clearly off him for a moment.]
I'd be interested to hear you play sometime.
[Wait, Ros, don't you have a . . . story . . . to . . . tell . . .]
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His hand isn't straying lower. He isn't touching anything inappropriate, not yet. Oh, perhaps it's a touch indecent that it's beneath her shirt, but given they're surrounded by a crowd eager to fuck and fight all at once, she thinks they're the least interesting thing here.
She thinks idly about how it might be, to be taken by him. He'd hardly be the first dangerous man she'd taken to her bed. Point in fact, she thinks he might be a touch less dangerous than some of her other partners. At least Tani lacks Bigby's indomitable strength; with him, there's absolutely no chance of arguing.
Hmm. Would he fuck her against the wall? That's a pleasant thought, and she shifts her weight, ignoring the ache between her legs, because she won't give in tonight regardless. This is far too much fun to cut it off so early. But it's nice to think about, isn't it . . . fighting with him, pinning him to a wall or being pinned there, fighting with this insufferable boy, neither of them knowing how it would turn out . . . ]
And you didn't even know her name. How shocking.
[Sarcasm, though there's a faint smile on her face that suggests she approves of his tale regardless. Rosalind hums, then turns, facing the bar. She won't shake off his hand just yet, but her attention is clearly off him for a moment.]
I'd be interested to hear you play sometime.
[Wait, Ros, don't you have a . . . story . . . to . . . tell . . .]