Unearthing The Past (Patrick)

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Kazumi would smile at his words. She knew that he loved her, and though she doubted others when they spoke those words to her in the past, she never doubted him...not once. Sitting there, she would glance once more toward the dock. She knew what had happened that night, and she knew all too well how long it had plagued him. She also remembered this as the spot that she could have almost lost him forever....It was sheer luck she had been walking by that night...Well luck or fate, she really didn't know which.

When he turned back to look at her once more, she would turn those blue eyes to meet his, that soft, loving smile once more there to greet him as she gave his hand a little squeeze. She wasn't entirely sure what he was thinking, but she knew that it likely had something to do with both his past, of what had happened on this dock and of his present life, the one that he so desperately wanted to have.

When he finally spoke again, she would nod, releasing his hand so that she could get out of the truck, nudging the door closed with her foot before moving around to his side, fingers lacing with his own. She didn't say anything, because to be honest, this was not her place to say anything. She was here for him, to support him and to be there if he needed her. So until then, she would just stay quiet....following along with him as he moved toward the dock...eyes glancing down at the bloodstain and her hand gripping his just a bit tighter.

Though, when he said that name, she would glance up at him...She knew that she wasn't going to see what he saw, but she watched him for a moment just the same, noting the way that his eyes didn't drop to the ground like all the times before when she had caught him talking to that ghost. Her brow raising slightly, though eventually she would release his hand, wrapping her arm about his and laying her head against him....She wasn't about to get in the way of this, knowing that it was just another thing he had to do. But she would let him know she was with him just the same.

[Legion]

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"That's her?" Zea asked, curiously, not jealous in the least. Asking as Kazumi wrapped herself around Patrick's arm.

"Yea, This is Kazumi," Patrick said with a smile, looking down at Kazumi, lovingly. He really was glad that she was here, he couldn't say it, or think it enough. Though after a moment he would look back to Zea as she asked the real question here.

"What are you doing here Patrick?" As always she knew, but she always made Patrick vocalize it, so there was no way that he could deny what was happening. Here, it just seemed so damn important to do so, far more so then usual.

"I came to say goodbye Zea," Patrick said plainly, looking her in those blue eyes. The way he spoke wasn't bitter, angry, he wasn't trying to show off. No, if anything there was a nostalgia in his voice. As if he was remembering the good times with dying family member, daring not to show pain or loss.

"Oh? So we've finally reached this point?" she asked, a smile crossing her face.

"Yeah, we have..." Patrick said slowly, regret in his voice but his eyes still met hers. The regret didn't come from torturous guilt and pain, both were there, but no longer crippling. No, he was just now realizing what he had felt when he had rescued Kazumi. What he was feeling now. He really was ready to let go. That wasn't to say he was happy that she was dead, that all those other people were dead, no he regretted that any of that ever happened. He just wasn't going to let that hold him back anymore. He couldn't change the past, only learn from it.

"I'm sorry Zea," Still looking her in the eyes, but regret was still laced in his voice, pain too, but it wasn't holding him back anymore, that much evident, "I know I've said it a hundred times. But this time it's different. I really am sorry I lied to ye. That ye got caught up in all of this. That when ye saved me, I risked yer life needlessly and lost the gamble. My actions were inexcusable. I'm sorry that ye suffered for my sins."

"I loved ye Zea, I really did. I enjoyed our time together. And I'm sorry for everything that happened. But we had our time. I can't change what happened. By living in a way where I visit this dock every night, every time I close my eyes. It's holding me back. As much as I might wish I could change it I can't, nor can I live this way anymore. I have a beautiful girlfriend now, and a child on the way. And I love her more then anything, more then ye. I have a family now and I can't be leaving them to brood over the past. Nor do I want to anymore. I'm sorry but we had our time. And ye need to stay in the past. I have to let go. And now I can."

Patrick looked at Zea, wondering what her reaction would be. Not entirely sure of what was coming, but at the same time he had to say what he had.

"I understand Patrick, and I'm happy for you," Zea said a smile on her face, not mad in anyway, "I've always wanted for you to be happy."[/u

"I'm free now," Patrick said, referring to not only his situation with her, but with the files in his bag, "Thanks for everything."

"I'm glad," She said as Patrick started pulling files from the bag, dumping them on the blood stain and dousing them with lighter fluid. Patrick kept one file in his hand though, as he pulled out the lighter from his pocket with his other hand.

Lighting the file he would allow it to burn a little to that it was more of a flame before dropping it onto the pile in front of him. Watching it slowly catch and all the files beginnig to burn he'd wrap his arm back around Kazumi, watching the flames rise between him and Zea as he looked up to her again as she began to fade, "Goodbye Zea."

"Goodbye Patrick"

And with that, she was gone and all that remained was the flames of his past burning in front of them...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She was quiet still, even after he had seeming introduced her, simply remaining there against him and nuzzling against his arm lightly, allowing him to have his moment of talking with her and not wishing to interrupt.

Though as the conversation continued, she was not able to deny the pain she heard in his voice....It was different, that much was for sure, but at the same time she knew that he would always have some kind of regret over the things that had happened, especially in this once incident. Hugging his arm just a little tighter, she would allow him to feel that she was there for him without interrupting this thing that he had to do.

It hurt her, to know that he felt so much pain over his past. To know that people had steered him into this kind of life, but she believed that he could get past it now....well, she always had really. She was just glad that now he could see that he was capable of doing so too because she could only help him so far before it came down to him having to do it on his own....That was just a simple matter of fact.

As he pulled away, taking out the files and stacking them on that bloodstained dock, she would wrap her arms about herself and simply watch him, a little half step taken back as the fire was lit...the light not her friend of course, but wanting to be there for him enough to hold her ground regardless. As he came back to where she was, saying his goodbye's she would feel his arm wrap around her.

Only then would she move, her arms wrapping about his waist as her head pressed against his chest softly, nuzzling into him. "You okay?" Pulling back to look up at him with those big blue eyes of her's....Her gaze full of that love and affection that she always held for him, as well as a bit of concern. She knew that he was ready, but that didn't mean that it was easy, not by a long shot. Her lower lip softly being bitten as she tilted her head just a bit, eyes staying focused upon his own.

Once he had answered, whatever his emotional state may have been she would reach upward with one hand and slowly trail her finger along that scar on his face, a little smile curling onto her lips. "I am proud of you baby..." She didn't know if that would mean anything to him, but she said it just the same. Wanting him to know what she felt right this moment. She knew how hard it had to be to do this, so of course she was proud of him for actually coming this far in letting go. It was a big deal. A very big deal.

Holding on was the easy part....Even she knew that.

[Legion]

As he watches the flames consume the records of him past, he felt her arms wrap around his waist and her head pressed to his chest. It was much appreciated. He had let go, but that didn't mean he didn't feel the pain, the regret of his actions. It felt good to have her here with him. To center him. He wasn't going back to his past. Zea wasn't coming back. But that was good. Maybe she had been subconscious maybe not. It didn't really matter at this point though. Not anymore, she wasn't coming back. As Kazumi pulled away, asking if he was okay Patrick could only give a weak little smile.

"Ye know, it hurts. Having lost her like I lost my parents, the orphans, Caleb, my other friends. And it's sad. But it's a way of life," Patrick sighed, a bit of relief and nostalgia mixed in with the hurt, "But ye know? I feel lighter. Like a weight's been lifted off of me. It's weird how I can think on those memories and feel the loss. But I don't feel trapped by them anymore. I don't know if that makes any sense."

He would smile at her, love in his eyes as he closed his eye, allowing her hand to run over his scar, shivering softly. How he really loved that. As she smiled telling him how proud she was of him Patrick couldn't help but let out a weak chuckle, "I couldn't have done any of it without ye."

Smiling at her, before his eyes went back to the flames he couldn't help but think about what he just said. It was the truth, every bit of it. She would know. She knew how much of a drinker he had been. Knew how he had ruined his first liver. How he had been working on ruining the second. How he was content to stew in his misery before her. No, the truth was he was headed to death, either by a bullet or the drink if it weren't for her.

And now with her, he had so much to live for...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would look at him and smile as best she could, nodding a bit as he described what he was feeling. She knew what he meant, she had felt it before in her lifetime and was sure she would again at some point. "I know baby...But this is a good thing...It really is." Just wanting to reassure him, to be there for him. Then he spoke of feeling lighter and she could not help but smile a bit more. She was glad he felt better. It was hopefully something that would increase over time, she just wasn't sure how long that would take.

"Well I am glad. You deserve to be happy Patrick...." Nodding once more. Though when he mentioned it being something he could not have done with her, she would blush slightly...her head lowering a bit as her eyes turned away. In all honesty she had not felt like she had done that much. Like she had been lacking in her efforts from time to time or something, but it still did her good to hear that.

"I made up my mind the day I met you that I wasn't going to let you live in that kind of hell you put yourself in...Just took awhile to get through that thick skull of yours." Teasing him lightly as she gave a soft little giggle and would move to press her head against his chest once more. Her arms tightening around him just a bit as she breathed in his scent and allowed him to think over everything as he watched those flames.

She didn't know where she would be without him either, and she hoped that he knew that. She had told him enough she thought, though the fact that she was only really herself with him should have been a sign as well. No, if she had not found him on this dock that one night, or if she had never even met him, she didn't imagine her life would have turned out very well at all.....Only imagining the dark places she would potentially be in right now.

A little shiver running down her spine at the thought as well as the cool breeze that blew in off the water, only causing her to press into him a little more.

[Legion]

Patrick nodded when she said it was a good thing. He knew it was. He doubted that it would ever stop hurting, not completely at least, but it was bearable know. He could deal with it, and not be bogged down but it. Well, maybe it would stop hurting, but he knew that he'd always regret what had happened, what he'd done. It was just a simple fact, he couldn't undo what had been done. Terrible things where innocent and guilty people alike had died. While Patrick didn't feel guilt for the people that deserved to die, he regretted that the innocent had. While he didn't quite feel guilt for them, he wished he could take it back. As she said that he deserved to be happy Patrick gave a shrug and a weak little smile saying halfheartedly, "Yeah."

It wasn't much, but once again it was a gigantic step for him. Never once had he admitted or even been anything but against the idea that he deserved to be happy. Even as halfhearted as it was it was a step forward. He continued quietly watching the flames eat away at his past, "Almost like it would be an insult to all the people I've killed not to try and make something of my life. Both the deserving and the undeserving. Like it would be making their deaths even more senseless, I took their hopes and dreams away, in a sense maybe I carry a piece of that with me. I dunno, it just seems like it would be another disgrace to them now that I'm out not to live on."

He shrugged it was weird. He'd admit it. Probably didn't make any sense, but while he felt lighter, he still felt the weight of all he had done. Pushing him on forward, to live, no longer holding him back.

"It is quite thick," Patrick chuckled at her teasing comment, feeling her arms tighten around him. He smiled as his arm did the same. He was hopeful. For the first time in a long time he had hope for the future, for tomorrow. He couldn't help but watch the flames slowly die away with a smile on his face as the last of the files were eaten up. After a moment or two Patrick said with a grin, "I'm ready to see what freedom tastes like."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would nod, understanding fully that the simple, half hearted little "yeah" had been a big step for him. Up until now she had been hearing all about how he didn't deserve to be happy, how much he didn't deserve it when he had robbed people of their chance. But now, well now it felt like he was starting to see that he had the chance to be happy and that he needed to take it.

Then, as he began to explain how he felt, she would nod softly. She understood exactly what he was talking about. Sure, a lot of people might not have understood it, but she did. Maybe because she had killed before and she felt something similar, or maybe because of the fact that she had been going through this with him for awhile now and had a pretty good idea of what and why he felt certain ways. "I understand...and I think that is a very good way of looking at it. You are the one left standing when all has been said and done, so you should make an effort to live and be happy...for them and for yourself."

A little nod as she would nuzzle against him. Though after a moment, when the fire had begun to die out, she would pull back, catching that grin on his face and those words....making her grin as well as she slowly pulled away from him, a rather teasing, sultry little look crossing her gaze. "Well, you do have a predator you have to sate...." Her hand coming up and trailing her fingers along his jawline, nails ever so slightly grazing his flesh. "And trust me, she is very, very hungry..." A little growl edging her words, possessive, hungry, feral....Oh yeah, he was so going to get it when they got home because a certain little somebody was still rather miffed about such outlandish implications.

Stepping around him then, she would cast him a glance over her shoulder as she sauntered off toward the truck. Oh, soon as they got through that door he was going to get it....He was just lucky she was willing to wait that long.

[Legion]

Patrick nodded at her words. He never really understood what she meant until now. Hell, he knew now that when Zea had called him a piece of trash what Zea had meant. She had been referring to something similar, in nature. But now he understood. Moving on and being happy didn't make what you did okay, but it meant learning from your mistakes and trying to be a better person for it. Yeah, something like that. He was ready to carry that burden, that happy burden because it was better then drudging along in pain and misery over things you couldn't change.

Patrick looked at her a mischievous little grin on his face, and desire in his eyes as she teased him about having a predator to sate. Oh, he'd sate her alright. Her fingers, and nails grazing his flesh along his face to prove her point, that now, she was just barely holding on. Yeah, Patrick was pretty sure that when he walked through their front door, he'd get what he deserved for that predator comment. And that was one punishment he'd be willing to take, gladly. That little growl letting him know exactly what he was in for. All the same he couldn't help but tease a little more, "Be gentle, it's my first time as a free man."

As much as a joke it was, he pondered for just a second on the words, free man. It felt good saying. It meant he could do anything. That he was the helmsman of his fate, right? Felt good.

Nonetheless it was time to get what he deserved. He shot her a grin as she looked back on her way to to truck. Getting in and taking off. Though with what he had in the truck, unfortunately, he always obeyed every traffic law to a t. But eventually they'd get home. He'd walk to the door, punching the code in.

Walking in he'd turn to her, feigning ignorance, "Sooooo...."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would shake her head slightly as she turned around, walking backwards just a bit as she ran her tongue slowly over her lips. "Mmm...you may be a free man, but I am more than certain you can take it..." Those eyes alight with mischief and desire as she would climb into the truck.

To be honest, the ride home was torture, though she did good not to show it. Nope, she was not going to let him see her squirm, not when she was the one that he was deeming the "predator" and what have you. She would just bide her time, eyes looking out the window as she mentally groaned at the thought of how much longer it was going to take.

However, once they got to the house, she would climb out of the truck, following behind him as he moved toward the door, keying in his code. By the time they got inside, she would have pulled that jacket off and tossed it aside, shoes quick to follow....so that when he turned around, she was already planning her method of attack here. Her foot nudging the door closed, fingers moving to key in the code to ensure it was locked and then she would slowly inch her way forward. "So, free man that you are....You sure you want to play?" Growling the words as she neared him, her hands shooting out and gripping the front of his shirt as she would hoist herself upward, legs wrapping about his waist and her teeth sinking into her mark upon his neck. No warning, other than that growl and the look she had given him....A growl, rather feral and heated escaping as his blood washed over her tongue. The weight of her wrapping herself around him enough to push him back into the wall where one hand would leave his chest and move to press against, the slight sound of her nails dragging against the wall being heard. A slow, deliberate and teasing rock of her body down against him while at the same time, her hand that was on his chest would pull roughly on his shirt, listening as the slightest sound of fabric ripping could be heard....He wanted a predator well, now he had one and a hungry one at that.

[Legion]

As he walked in he heard the jacket and the shoes coming off, and he grinned as he turned towards her, lust in his eyes. Judging solely on how fast she was getting rid of her excess clothing she was just as ready to get this show on the road, probably more so then him. As she inched toward him, asking if he wanted to play, almost stalking him, Patrick would move towards her as well, same type of movement. Her question only served to make his grin all the more mischievous, and fill with lust, circling her almost, "Do ye even have to ask?"

And then suddenly he'd feel her hands grasping his shirt as she jumped up on him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. It didn't take but a second for her teeth to sink into her mark. A somewhat feral hiss of his own released as she growled. The force of her jump and the feeling of her bite driving him back against the wall for once. The cool wall sending a slight chill down his spine. Hearing the nails against the wall, next to his head he let out a little grin as her other hand tore at his shirt.

Feeling her rock down on him only served to increase his desire for her, almost starting a battle of sorts, his hips rocking back up into hers as came up, practically slapping her ass as he squeezed tightly. His other hand came up clasping her shirt, pulling down on it, clearing it slightly from his side of her neck. A tear of his own being heard as Patrick grinned. Two could play at this game was the thought as his teeth sunk down into his mark on her neck, feeling blood wash into his mouth. Pulling back only to kiss the wound, because even worked up, he never drank...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would practically purr at the sound of that hiss she got from him as she bit into his neck. The feel of her shirt being pulled on to expose her neck only proving to spur her desire that much more. Gripping his shift a bit harder, she would succeed in ripping it open down the front, a little groan of pleasure released upon feeling his hips rock back up into her own.

Mmmm, he wanted to tease and that was just fine with her...though she was far too worked up to think much of anything other than the many, many things she wanted to do to this man right now. His chest now bare, her fingers would trail along his flesh...gentle at first. But then he bit down into her neck and she would growl in a very possessive and hungry manner and those fingers upon his chest would no longer be so gentle, nails dragging down along his flesh....slow and deliberate.

Feeling him kiss along his mark on her neck that now oozed blood down her collarbone and shoulder, she would pull back from his neck, tongue lapping at his blood just a bit more before she would hiss softly against his ear. "Mine....and only mine...." Oh yes, he was free of his past, he was free of those people that would send him away and make him do such horrible things....No, now he was completely and utterly her's without a shred of doubt.

Her hot breath falling over his neck, she would nuzzle against his jawline and then shift her hips firmly down onto his, teasing him that much more. Then, pulling back her lips pressed to his, tongue pressing past his lips, tasting her blood upon him and then shivering as it mingled with his, loving that taste and sure she would never, ever get tired of that.

That hand on his chest, nails still dragging against his flesh, she would continue downward until she could grip his side, sinking her nails in a bit deeper, feeling the smallest hint of blood pool beneath the tips....

[Legion]

A grin crossed his face as he felt his shirt rip completely, the only thought crossing his mind being that she better expect the same. Because it was going to happen, bur for now one hand was too content to massage and squeeze her firm ass as his other hand grasped her shoulder firmly as he kissed his mark, blood spreading across his lips and face. Feeling her fingers on his bare flesh he'd give a pleasured sigh. When he heard that hiss in his ear he would grin. That had all the more meaning now that he was free, but his head would still come up to nip at her ear before whispering possessively, "Yes love, but don't forget, ye belong to me."

His words came at the perfect time as she nuzzled his jawline before rocking her hims into his firmly. A little too much teasing for him, to be perfectly honest. As her lips pressed into his Patrick's would meet hers kissing her quite passionately. But that wasn't all, her hips rocking down would get his other hand to drop to her thigh as he turned the tables on her, pinning her to the wall. As their tongues met Patrick growled at the taste of him and her meeting. Probably the only time when Patrick would drink any blood though it was never really intentional.

As he pressed her against the wall he felt her nails running down his chest to his sides, as she gripped them her nails digging in he knew she drew blood, but he really didn't care either. His hand once again returning to that spot on her shirt, tearing it off as his tongue Passionately circled hers. Her exposed torso, save the bra now open to him Patrick would firmly press his chest and body against hers, pinning her to the wall as his hand tossed away the piece of the shirt he was holding before firmly grasping her side. Pressing into her, it was then that he'd rock his hips up into hers, quite firmly as his other hand squeezed her ass again. Never once breaking the furiously passionate kiss...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She groaned at the hand that gripped her ass so firmly, rather enjoying the way he did that. There was always something so possessive and dominant about the way his hands gripped her slender fame, the way he jerked her against him...Like telling her was just never enough. And she could not have been happier about it. Though as he spoke those words to her, she would grin...lips pressed to his, tongue circling his own as she moaned against his lips.

Suddenly, her back pressed against the wall, pinned there by his own body and growling in pleasure at the sensation. Fuck she loved when he got like this, and it only proved to spur her on that much more. Hearing her shirt rip, she would continue the kiss, deepening it as one hand moved to the back of his head, fingers lacing through his air while the other hand continued to dig her nails firmly into his side.

Then he rocked against her once more and she would groan in pleasure before breaking the kiss, panting heavily as bits of blood trickled down her chin and dripped off onto her bared chest. Those fiery blue eyes looking at him as she ran her tongue along her lips slowly, savoring the taste of their blood there. Now, both hands would move, gripping what was left of his shirt and tearing it away so that her hands could return to him, fingers tracing over that scar upon his back. "All yours baby...and only yours...forever.." Practically purring the words before she would press her lips to his once more, another heated, furiously passionate and hungry kiss. Nails digging into his back now, making sure to pull him into her that much more firmly.

Gods he felt good. She knew for a fact she would never tire of this. Never tire of him or the way he felt against her, the way he tasted. Finally, her hands would pull away from his back, blood coating her fingertips as they slid down his chest, leaving bloody trails in their wake. Another firm rock of her hips into him, using her legs which were still firmly about his waist to pull him into it, only making it that much more intense and teasing.

Eventually, her fingers would come to a stop at the waist line of his pants, jerking at the button, not to undo it, but to further tease and drive him on....It was all too clear at this point what she wanted, but she was going to tease and torment as much as she could, because well...she was a predator but she did so enjoy toying with her prey. A mental grin given at the thought, tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, savoring him.

[Legion]

Patrick gave a heated sigh as he felt her hand running through his hair and her other continued it's death grip on his side, loving every second of it. Who would of thought, a few months ago that he would love this kind of fiery love making? Certainly not him, but her possessiveness had only spurred on his and now he couldn't think of wanting anyone else. Not that he did before, but the sentiment remained. As much as she was his, he was hers and hers alone. Always. As she pulled broke the kiss, those fierce blue eyes staring at him, his green eye filled with desire as he watched her lick lips and what she couldn't catch of his and her blood dribble down her chest. As she pulled away what remained of his shirt he couldn't help but grin lustfully, "And ye thought being a predator was a bad thing?"

A smile graced his lips as she said that she was his, forever. How he loved to hear that. It was as stable as it could get for him. Sure he knew that they could be ripped apart. But forever was forever. As cliche as that sounded. But before he could say anything her lips were once again pressed to his, and he returned the sentiment as her nails gripped into his back a hiss of pleasure being heard through the kiss. Feeling the blood start to pool in her fingertips there was a mental grin. He loved it when she marked him like this, marked her territory. It was something that he could never quite grow old of.

As her fingers moved to his chest running down it and leaving bloody trails he couldn't help but shiver at the feeling. And then she rocked her hips into his again, using her legs to pull him in. She knew exactly how to drive him wild and he loved it. Every second of it.

As her hands continued to trail down his sides Patrick would rock his hips up and against hers, using them to pin her to the wall as his hands ran up her sides, grasping what remained of her shirt, tearing it off, piece by piece. Kiss deepening ever still as Patrick's tongue explored her mouth before cornering her tongue and caressing it. Her hand playing with his jeans, but not tearing them away caused a slight growl to erupt through the kiss as his hands firmly ran their way from her collar bone, down every curve. Finally making their way to her jeans, although he wasn't playing around. Rather his hands would quickly undo the button and zipper, pulling her pants down to her thighs with the back of his hands, so that he could feel the flesh of her hips against his hands as he continued to kiss her passionately...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

To be honest, when they had first gotten together she had not been sure if she would ever be able to allow this side of herself to come out with him. She had been too scared that he would push her away, that he would dislike this kind of primal, possessive attention that she seemed too happy to delve upon him now. Though now, she could not imagine not being able to have moments like this with him. Not that their more tame, loving moments were not amazing as well, but when he insisted upon provoking her, it was always good to have an outlet.

That question getting no response at first, just a grin before her lips pressed to his. As the kiss deepened, she felt his tongue circling her own and she would moan softly at the feel and taste of him. Yet as she rocked her hips onto him, pulling him into her at the same time, she could feel the possessive and aggressive nature of his grip tighten just a bit upon her. The rest of her shirt torn away, his hand sliding down from her collarbone and taking in every single inch of her body.

Gods, there was no possible way she could ever explain how amazing that felt....and then her hands were at his jeans, tugging, teasing, yet never once moving to undo them. The growl that she got as a response that making her shiver softly, breaking the kiss as she panted for breath, head laying back into the wall now and those eyes locking upon his once more. "Are you sure I am the predator here?"

Oh yes, she was a vicious little tease...a devil in her own right and though she could have disliked that part of her, his reaction and the look in his eyes right then told her that it was just one of the many things he loved about her.

His hands however were not as patient as her own....moving to shorts and undoing the button so that he could slide them down, to grant his hands more access to her soft, delicate flesh. A little purr given as she would press her hands against his chest, nudging him back as she would uncoil her legs from about his waist.

Once she was done, she would press her feet into the ground and slip her way from between him and the wall, stepping back and out of her shorts, leaving her in just her bra and underwear as she slowly and deliberately retreated away from him. Though that grin on her face, those devilishly wicked and playful eyes locked on his, suggested that she was far from done with him.

One hand coming up, she would crook her little finger, another step back, hips slowly and deliberately shifting from side to side as she moved. Everything about her actions sensual and seductive. "Gonna just stand there? Or are you going to come get your prize?" Steaks of blood a vibrant contrast against her olive complected skin, dripping down her chest, and over her shoulder....dark locks spilling about her face, a bit of them falling across her eyes.....Simply moving back as she made her way toward their bedroom, interested to see if he was going to follow her...Not entirely sure she had teased him enough just yet.