➝ 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐡
♡ ̵rp ; oc ; mdni
Ah — I was waiting for you to come to me.
Ah — I was waiting for you to come to me.
[ Fia pets a hand through his hair slowly, leaning back on her other elbow. She allows him to move at his own pace, watching with hooded eyes. ]
[ Fia pets a hand through his hair slowly, leaning back on her other elbow. She allows him to move at his own pace, watching with hooded eyes. ]
[ Raising her hips, unbuttons her jeans and begins to slide them down her legs, maintaining eye contact as she does. ]
I told you. I like a man that can make me feel good. Can your taunting mouth do that?
[ Raising her hips, unbuttons her jeans and begins to slide them down her legs, maintaining eye contact as she does. ]
I told you. I like a man that can make me feel good. Can your taunting mouth do that?
You have a very . . . Taunting mouth.
You have a very . . . Taunting mouth.
[ One hand reaches out, pushes through Erik's hair and tousles it a little bit as she curls her fingers into the strands. ]
Do you want me to be rude, Erik?
[ One hand reaches out, pushes through Erik's hair and tousles it a little bit as she curls her fingers into the strands. ]
Do you want me to be rude, Erik?
You always look so put together. I want to see you ... messy.
You always look so put together. I want to see you ... messy.
My bedroom is down that hallway, last door. We should take this there — linoleum is very hard
My bedroom is down that hallway, last door. We should take this there — linoleum is very hard
She presses the nails of one hand into Erik's skin, just below the neckline of his shirt. The other hand curls into his hair, tugging him in to deepen the kiss.]
She presses the nails of one hand into Erik's skin, just below the neckline of his shirt. The other hand curls into his hair, tugging him in to deepen the kiss.]
[ Fia watches the way Erik's tongue wets his lips, and she reaches out to curl her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, tilting her head as she watches him. ]
[ Fia watches the way Erik's tongue wets his lips, and she reaches out to curl her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, tilting her head as she watches him. ]
I like control, and I like men who can make me feel good.
I like control, and I like men who can make me feel good.
[ That makes Fia grin, the slightest arch of an eyebrow at the words. ]
Funny. I was thinking about sex with you. Tell me more.
[ That makes Fia grin, the slightest arch of an eyebrow at the words. ]
Funny. I was thinking about sex with you. Tell me more.
[ She sets the glass back on the counter once it's emptied, meeting his gaze evenly. ]
What are you thinking about?
[ She sets the glass back on the counter once it's emptied, meeting his gaze evenly. ]
What are you thinking about?
[ She hides a smile behind the rim of her glass, sipping slowly. She's very warm; the alcohol does not help. ]
[ She hides a smile behind the rim of her glass, sipping slowly. She's very warm; the alcohol does not help. ]
[ She watches Erik because he's good-looking but also because he's an eccentric and enigmatic man, and something tells her that he's probably dangerous — and she's not against that.]
[ She watches Erik because he's good-looking but also because he's an eccentric and enigmatic man, and something tells her that he's probably dangerous — and she's not against that.]
[ She's watching Erik, eyes roaming over his face and pausing at his lips, before she looks over the length of his body. ]
[ She's watching Erik, eyes roaming over his face and pausing at his lips, before she looks over the length of his body. ]
To . . . Using our imaginations.
[ She smirks. ]
To . . . Using our imaginations.
[ She smirks. ]
[ She smiles and passes her jacket over, meeting his gaze evenly for a moment. Mm. It's very easy to stare. ]
[ She smiles and passes her jacket over, meeting his gaze evenly for a moment. Mm. It's very easy to stare. ]