Medusa's eyes flickered down and back up, taking in his frame and each curve of muscle she knew lay beneath his clothing. Even leaning over the chair, his form still seemed so flawless. Any second now he could spring into an attack - if he so desired.
"Yes, risk," Medusa's voice became a soft whisper. "I came here, not knowing for certain whether you're really serious, or trying to lure me into a trap."
But, from the tone of his voice and the command he gave, Medusa could tell he was serious.
That smile of hers tugged at the corners of her lips as she brought two fingers up to claim the cigarette from him. Slowly Medusa brought it to her own lips and took a long drag, glancing down to the side to breathe out a long plume of smoke that, no surprise, seemed to take the form of a serpent. Holding the cigarette safely between two fingers of her left hand, Medusa's right hand came up and let her fingers slide along his jawline. She leaned in and moved to brush her lips against his.
Her kiss would be soft at first, but slowly she pressed a bit harder against him and moved to take his lower lip between her own. Medusa's tongue slipped from between her lips to slide along the ridge of his bottom lip - asking permission, asking for entrance.
She was limited with what she could do with the chair separating them - but she could be persuasive and convince him to allow her inside all the same.
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"Yes, risk," Medusa's voice became a soft whisper. "I came here, not knowing for certain whether you're really serious, or trying to lure me into a trap."
But, from the tone of his voice and the command he gave, Medusa could tell he was serious.
That smile of hers tugged at the corners of her lips as she brought two fingers up to claim the cigarette from him. Slowly Medusa brought it to her own lips and took a long drag, glancing down to the side to breathe out a long plume of smoke that, no surprise, seemed to take the form of a serpent. Holding the cigarette safely between two fingers of her left hand, Medusa's right hand came up and let her fingers slide along his jawline. She leaned in and moved to brush her lips against his.
Her kiss would be soft at first, but slowly she pressed a bit harder against him and moved to take his lower lip between her own. Medusa's tongue slipped from between her lips to slide along the ridge of his bottom lip - asking permission, asking for entrance.
She was limited with what she could do with the chair separating them - but she could be persuasive and convince him to allow her inside all the same.