[ It works irritatingly well, really. It's not necessarily a good thing, because if you don't know how to combat it it's highly effective at keeping people out.
She likes that abrupt pause to him, the way she can arrest him with a few words. There's a little more true confidence in the shape of her back as she watches him now, not just the pulled tight tension of frustration. It's almost calming. Not enough, not enough, but it's good.
Honestly, she wants him to fight her. Not genuinely, of course, if at any moment she received any indication that he didn't want to do this she'd go. Find something she could hit and beat it into the ground. It's just that she's found his resistance, the push and pull between them, the shape of whatever stands between them and the things he'll let her do to him - it's all a great deal more effective in letting out tension than anything else she knows. It's half and half the control and the trust, balanced into something that pulls her out of the places she could go so easily alone. ]
Because. [ Her hand tightens around his wrist, hard and immovable, her free hand sliding onto his thigh as her fingers curl in. Possessive, hard, sure. Her lips are at his ear now, not quite touching. ] You'll like it best if you do.
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She likes that abrupt pause to him, the way she can arrest him with a few words. There's a little more true confidence in the shape of her back as she watches him now, not just the pulled tight tension of frustration. It's almost calming. Not enough, not enough, but it's good.
Honestly, she wants him to fight her. Not genuinely, of course, if at any moment she received any indication that he didn't want to do this she'd go. Find something she could hit and beat it into the ground. It's just that she's found his resistance, the push and pull between them, the shape of whatever stands between them and the things he'll let her do to him - it's all a great deal more effective in letting out tension than anything else she knows. It's half and half the control and the trust, balanced into something that pulls her out of the places she could go so easily alone. ]
Because. [ Her hand tightens around his wrist, hard and immovable, her free hand sliding onto his thigh as her fingers curl in. Possessive, hard, sure. Her lips are at his ear now, not quite touching. ] You'll like it best if you do.