[Skip stays quiet while Erika leaves, changing her position a bit. It might well be because of comfort. One foot raises, its heel finding loose purchase against the front bumper. She'd can't properly sit on the hood of the car, but she can lean against it. And she certainly doesn't seem to notice that, with her foot braced and her knee raised, there's a slight view afforded under her dress, hints of the thick-lace black underwear she has on.
Or maybe she knows it full well but just doesn't care.]
Google. Last name and profession is all I needed.
[Besides, he'd shown up at her place. He'd already kind of known where it was, sure, but he'd still showed up without invitation. At least this was under better circumstances.]
[He immediately feels a bit stupid for not realizing the wonders of a search engine were not beyond her or anyone else's fingertips. James didn't have his typical edge today. Everything was off-kilter and she was just making things worse. His eyes fall to her leg as it raises slightly and then --
well. At least she was wearing something under the dress.
He quickly finds his key fob very interesting.]
If you actually want dinner - [Because he may have been distracted, but he wasn't stupid.] - I can take you somewhere.
[Honestly he should have just told her he had a headache and drove away as quickly as he could.]
The sight of him at the club and this? Would otherwise have joined together to paint a very dull picture of this man. Someone not worth her time for more than a quick bit when everyone else was busy. But she knows better. The phone left for her, the bit of power he'd shown their first time, and what she now knows about what he is...
All that says is that there's something much more fun just under the surface.]
I'm not really in the dining mood.
[She smiles as she says it, showing her teeth. Then, her head tilts a little while she looks at him.]
I thought you'd be glad to see me.
[As if she's disappointed -- almost hurt -- that he hasn't acted pleased so far. Like she was someone who should be showing up after hours barely dressed and waiting by his car.]
[The control is so tight he sounds ready to snap. Maybe he is. From how he clenches his jaw he looks as if he's about to shift right then and there but the moon doesn't change for another twenty-four hours and he can feel the mounting pressure in his head and in his gut that's been slowly growing for days now.
He can tell she's making it worse by being here and...well...dressing like that.]
Figured. 'S why I'm here. Thought you might want some... company.
[She always craves it more near the full moon herself. She wants it; he wants it. No reason they can't both get exactly what they want. Especially the way she wants it. Because, well. He needs to loosen up.
[At least he smiles when she says that, though it looks more wry than anything. He's known where this was going since he saw her standing there and -
God he can't think straight with her standing like that. James closes the distance he's been carefully keeping between them to curl his hand under her knee and lift her leg away from the bumper to place it down to the point where her skirt wasn't hiking up to show her underwear.
There were cameras in here after all. James sighs like he's having teeth pulled and admits:]
You're not wrong. But not here.
[He sounds like he thinks he's going to get his way.]
[She puts up no fight when he moves her leg, but she does reach out with one hand to touch his wrist, drag her fingers against his hand just a little to 'suggest' that it wander up above her knee.
[The laugh that leaves James next is shaky at best and tempted at least. His hand twitches under the magnetic pull that her touch seems to have on him but it doesn't move. He's in control, he tells himself. He's a reasoning person. He can walk away.
Every new mantra sounds weaker and weaker in his mind.]
Skip. We are not having sex in my car.
[He says it like he wants to take the fun out of everything. Maybe that'll help. To call a spade a spade. He is not letting a spoiled brat tell him what to do.
Even if she wasn't saying anything.
He hasn't quite moved away yet though. Something that he is pointedly ignoring.]
[Her smirk only grows a little more predatory as she murmurs the words, leaning forward to touch one of his lapels, just running her thumb and forefinger over it. With maybe just a little pull to bring him closer, but that might not have even been intentional.]
James' neck rolls to the side and back slowly, as if he's trying to work out a kink in it. He's doing his best not to do exactly what she wants because A) they're still in his office's parking garage and B) he doesn't really want to let her win that easily.]
Skip.
[He tries to make it sound as much like a reprimand as possible. But he still lets her pull him in closer.]
She shifts a little on the hood of the car, putting one hand a bit behind her to let her lean back. The knee that was up takes its position again, easy and calm. After all, if he's going to say no to her? She's going to make it as difficult as possible.
And... well. Getting turned down earlier in the week might have something to do with the presumption now. Not that James needs to know about that.]
[Okay, so maybe it's cruel to tease her like this but he isn't exactly a nice person himself. James noses against the line of her neck and licks - actually licks - at her pulse point and shudders as he does so. She smells incredible and it's not exactly easy to keep himself from grabbing her and saying 'Who gives a crap?' but he does it. If only to try and get back at her a little.]
Just get in the car.
[He's going to try not to have the latest office scandal thank you very much. But knowing her, it's not going to be that easy.
He isn't sure if he likes that about her or not...]
[Skip tilts her head at the feel of his tongue. When he pulls back and speaks, she doesn't really listen. After all, she knows what he's going to try and say. Instead, she leans forward to kiss him. Warm and slow. Something others might call romantic.
If they didn't know Skip.]
C'mon. [She murmurs it as she pulls back from it.] Live a little.
[God that kiss. He feels dazed right now. Like he's being drugged. A more paranoid part of him wonders if Skip has something in her lipstick like those femme fatales in old movies did.]
You're bad for my health.
[He whispers back as she backs away and he has to chase her, kissing Skip is addictive and more dangerous for it. He's almost willing to forget about the cameras as he cups Skip's jaw and presses a thumb to her bottom lip, dragging Skip's mouth open and kissing her, trailing his lips across her cheek like her neck has a gravitational pull until he feels melted and disorientated, a barely-standing pile of mush against her.
Every kiss he gives her is begging her to convince her. The way he touches her, the tone of his voice. All he wants is to be pushed just a little further. Until he's really let himself go. It's beyond time he stopped caring about what other people think of him.
Which is why, when he says that 'please,' she leans back a little, as if defeated.
She even pouts a bit. Really, she's quite proud of herself for making the remark sound as casually disappointed as she does. After all, if it seems pointed, he might know she's baiting him.]
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Or maybe she knows it full well but just doesn't care.]
Google. Last name and profession is all I needed.
[Besides, he'd shown up at her place. He'd already kind of known where it was, sure, but he'd still showed up without invitation. At least this was under better circumstances.]
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well. At least she was wearing something under the dress.
He quickly finds his key fob very interesting.]
If you actually want dinner - [Because he may have been distracted, but he wasn't stupid.] - I can take you somewhere.
[Honestly he should have just told her he had a headache and drove away as quickly as he could.]
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The sight of him at the club and this? Would otherwise have joined together to paint a very dull picture of this man. Someone not worth her time for more than a quick bit when everyone else was busy. But she knows better. The phone left for her, the bit of power he'd shown their first time, and what she now knows about what he is...
All that says is that there's something much more fun just under the surface.]
I'm not really in the dining mood.
[She smiles as she says it, showing her teeth. Then, her head tilts a little while she looks at him.]
I thought you'd be glad to see me.
[As if she's disappointed -- almost hurt -- that he hasn't acted pleased so far. Like she was someone who should be showing up after hours barely dressed and waiting by his car.]
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[The control is so tight he sounds ready to snap. Maybe he is. From how he clenches his jaw he looks as if he's about to shift right then and there but the moon doesn't change for another twenty-four hours and he can feel the mounting pressure in his head and in his gut that's been slowly growing for days now.
He can tell she's making it worse by being here and...well...dressing like that.]
But. You probably knew that.
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[She always craves it more near the full moon herself. She wants it; he wants it. No reason they can't both get exactly what they want. Especially the way she wants it. Because, well. He needs to loosen up.
She's good at that.]
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God he can't think straight with her standing like that. James closes the distance he's been carefully keeping between them to curl his hand under her knee and lift her leg away from the bumper to place it down to the point where her skirt wasn't hiking up to show her underwear.
There were cameras in here after all. James sighs like he's having teeth pulled and admits:]
You're not wrong. But not here.
[He sounds like he thinks he's going to get his way.]
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[She puts up no fight when he moves her leg, but she does reach out with one hand to touch his wrist, drag her fingers against his hand just a little to 'suggest' that it wander up above her knee.
She gives him what is almost assuredly a smirk.]
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Every new mantra sounds weaker and weaker in his mind.]
Skip. We are not having sex in my car.
[He says it like he wants to take the fun out of everything. Maybe that'll help. To call a spade a spade. He is not letting a spoiled brat tell him what to do.
Even if she wasn't saying anything.
He hasn't quite moved away yet though. Something that he is pointedly ignoring.]
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[Her smirk only grows a little more predatory as she murmurs the words, leaning forward to touch one of his lapels, just running her thumb and forefinger over it. With maybe just a little pull to bring him closer, but that might not have even been intentional.]
Who said anything about being in the car?
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James' neck rolls to the side and back slowly, as if he's trying to work out a kink in it. He's doing his best not to do exactly what she wants because A) they're still in his office's parking garage and B) he doesn't really want to let her win that easily.]
Skip.
[He tries to make it sound as much like a reprimand as possible. But he still lets her pull him in closer.]
Gonna just warn for NSFW now
[Skip has to smile as she says it.
She shifts a little on the hood of the car, putting one hand a bit behind her to let her lean back. The knee that was up takes its position again, easy and calm. After all, if he's going to say no to her? She's going to make it as difficult as possible.
And... well. Getting turned down earlier in the week might have something to do with the presumption now. Not that James needs to know about that.]
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Just get in the car.
[He's going to try not to have the latest office scandal thank you very much. But knowing her, it's not going to be that easy.
He isn't sure if he likes that about her or not...]
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If they didn't know Skip.]
C'mon. [She murmurs it as she pulls back from it.] Live a little.
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You're bad for my health.
[He whispers back as she backs away and he has to chase her, kissing Skip is addictive and more dangerous for it. He's almost willing to forget about the cameras as he cups Skip's jaw and presses a thumb to her bottom lip, dragging Skip's mouth open and kissing her, trailing his lips across her cheek like her neck has a gravitational pull until he feels melted and disorientated, a barely-standing pile of mush against her.
Almost.]
Car. Please.
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But he deserves it.
Every kiss he gives her is begging her to convince her. The way he touches her, the tone of his voice. All he wants is to be pushed just a little further. Until he's really let himself go. It's beyond time he stopped caring about what other people think of him.
Which is why, when he says that 'please,' she leans back a little, as if defeated.
She even pouts a bit. Really, she's quite proud of herself for making the remark sound as casually disappointed as she does. After all, if it seems pointed, he might know she's baiting him.]
I've never met a wolf as tame as you.