"Yeah? Likewise, sweetheart. You got lips so perfect I can never decide what they look prettiest around."
She goes for cheesy, he goes for sultry. It's kind of how they work. Rumlow's nose flares as he takes in the scent of her, somehow delicate as much as it is intoxicating. He sees the game she's playing though, trying to get him to make the next move. It is tempting. He's got the self control she lacks, however. Knows she'll give in well before he does.
He curls his fingers against her back, drags them slow from one side to the other. His nose bumps against hers, lips so close they almost touch more than once -- but he doesn't give in. Rumlow smirks instead, waiting for Kenzi to press herself against him.
"You look like you want something."
He purrs, fingers drawing up her back and under her silken hair until they reach the nape of her neck. A subtle reminder of who's in control. Rumlow stares at her, watching, waiting. Letting the anticipation build until Kenzi can't stand it.
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She goes for cheesy, he goes for sultry. It's kind of how they work. Rumlow's nose flares as he takes in the scent of her, somehow delicate as much as it is intoxicating. He sees the game she's playing though, trying to get him to make the next move. It is tempting. He's got the self control she lacks, however. Knows she'll give in well before he does.
He curls his fingers against her back, drags them slow from one side to the other. His nose bumps against hers, lips so close they almost touch more than once -- but he doesn't give in. Rumlow smirks instead, waiting for Kenzi to press herself against him.
"You look like you want something."
He purrs, fingers drawing up her back and under her silken hair until they reach the nape of her neck. A subtle reminder of who's in control. Rumlow stares at her, watching, waiting. Letting the anticipation build until Kenzi can't stand it.