02-04-2023, 09:55 PM
// content warning for sexual themes even if he doesn't realize it :')
She hadn't laughed.
Quite the opposite, in fact. Any softness she had spared for the act of "letting him down nicely" was gone, replaced again by the seriousness that defined her. Her plans might include a sacrifice, she alluded, and Lincoln watched with baited breath as slowly, she made her way passed him. The movement called to some hidden hunger, but he wasn't a fool; she was dangerous in that way, and he made sure to meet her eyes as she looked back at him.
I will do whatever is needed to get what I want.
Well. Maybe he was a fool, because despite all of the red flags and all of the warnings that had simultaneously gone off in his head, he pushed himself forward. Into moving, to following after her for no other reason than to satiate himself — the curiosity; the undying desire to figure her out; the ingrained addiction he had to adrenaline. They'd only known each other for a few hours, and already he knew she could be an infinite source of it.
Whether or not she wanted him, he found himself wanting her more and more. Which, truth be told, had probably been her game all along.
"And what is it, exactly, that you want?" he asked softly, coming up from behind to join her at her flank. What was her end goal? "And how might I help you achieve it?"
She hadn't laughed.
Quite the opposite, in fact. Any softness she had spared for the act of "letting him down nicely" was gone, replaced again by the seriousness that defined her. Her plans might include a sacrifice, she alluded, and Lincoln watched with baited breath as slowly, she made her way passed him. The movement called to some hidden hunger, but he wasn't a fool; she was dangerous in that way, and he made sure to meet her eyes as she looked back at him.
I will do whatever is needed to get what I want.
Well. Maybe he was a fool, because despite all of the red flags and all of the warnings that had simultaneously gone off in his head, he pushed himself forward. Into moving, to following after her for no other reason than to satiate himself — the curiosity; the undying desire to figure her out; the ingrained addiction he had to adrenaline. They'd only known each other for a few hours, and already he knew she could be an infinite source of it.
Whether or not she wanted him, he found himself wanting her more and more. Which, truth be told, had probably been her game all along.
"And what is it, exactly, that you want?" he asked softly, coming up from behind to join her at her flank. What was her end goal? "And how might I help you achieve it?"