[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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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.