[Vulgarity stains her lips, the red of their color taking an entirely different character when she sneers a word far from her pedigree. He wants to taste the saccharine bite of that contrast, capture nobility defiled with his own obscene teeth. (Not lips. Not tongue. Nothing so gentle.)
His finger tighten on her waist, not venturing lower but deeper into soft flesh.
He hadn't thought about wandering until now, and it's only with the distraction of following her gaze to the shimmering chaos of glass that he staves off the impulse.]
When do I get to hear it, hm? [Other hand idly running fingers along the side of his glass, Takasugi's attraction isn't replaced but joined by frustration.
It's the first time he's lost control of the conversation to her - a loss that digs under his skin. But he's patient enough to recover without indicating his frustration.]
what else she boutta wrap her lips around ay
His finger tighten on her waist, not venturing lower but deeper into soft flesh.
He hadn't thought about wandering until now, and it's only with the distraction of following her gaze to the shimmering chaos of glass that he staves off the impulse.]
When do I get to hear it, hm? [Other hand idly running fingers along the side of his glass, Takasugi's attraction isn't replaced but joined by frustration.
It's the first time he's lost control of the conversation to her - a loss that digs under his skin. But he's patient enough to recover without indicating his frustration.]