Post by kevna on Mar 7, 2021 18:38:02 GMT -5
Siorreya - Green Amagetith
His logic made sense, which bothered her even more. She may have met her match with Podrell, he was intelligent. More intelligent than most of the men she interacted with on a daily basis, and she was out of practice with her parrying of words. “Fine, you sun-crazed, wherry faced man.” She relented sharply, feeling a bit petty. Why did he bother her so? How did he know which buttons to push?
She was also acutely aware of every single inch of him pressed up against her. He had pulled away without letting her go. Siorreya felt a bit of smugness at that fact, assuming it was because he didn’t actually want to move away. He was enjoying the feel of her in his arms, and she concluded that she a least still had some power over him. His reaction to her pressing up against him validated her assumptions but also caused her heart to speed up. Shards she was going to have a heart attack with all the activity it was getting. Still, he had won his round, and they were even. She had the opportunity now to get ahead.
He closed the distance between them, and she took a slow intake of breath to keep herself from giving away her feelings. “I dare you to beg for me to kiss you.” His voice was low in her ear. Her breath got stuck in her throat and the tip of her tongue seemed immobile. The sharding porcine. What kind of sick joke was this? Her mind was frantically trying to figure out if there was any way out of this. There had to be. Another part of her just laughed. She really had done this to herself. She should have told Ama that they were done playing for the day. She would have left with the memory of the passion and her pride. But she had never backed down from a dare or a competition. Pride be shelled had always been her motto when it came to winning.
She chewed on her lip thinking until she tasted blood. “You know, if you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” She said, parroting his earlier comment and raising her eyebrow. It wasn’t too late to tell him to shove between and push him off of her. But he was so warm… She found herself slipping her arms from around his neck, and squeezing them under his armpits for better reach his back.
Use this against him. The voice of revenge said in her mind, and she remembered how he had reacted to her arching toward him. She gave him a serious face, which felt foreign on her face, and parted her lips. Partial truths are your friend. The voice put in again, and her hands bunched fabric and pulled. “Please, my Lord Podrell, I ache for your lips.” She said breathily, hoping she sounded convincing, though the derisive side to her told her every word was true, how could it not? His name on her lips felt strange, and she realized she hadn’t said it since she had recognized him. “Podrell, please kiss me. Please, my Lord.” She arched her back again, and almost felt wild. She hoped he did kiss her, and yet she hated him for this. Shards.