The question he posed her was met with a cool stare, though her lips failed to suppress the smirk that stitched itself across them. Her top teeth grinded against her bottom set, lips pursed as he ran his eyes over her, the eerie feeling that he was mentally undressing her causing her fingers to clench. They lingered too long on her lips, her pulse rising as she sunk her teeth into her lower lip, the plump skin puckering as she slowly released it from her teeth. He definitely knew how to play the game. Sons of Ares always did. She bet he was a killer in the bed room. Her teeth sunk into the banana once more, eyes fluttering shut as her lips tugged against the fruit, swallowing another bite, her eyes locked on his. She loved it when they played back; it only spurred her on.
Her fingers twirled absent-mindedly at one of her platinum locks, tugging hard at the hair and feeling the sensation in the root of her scalp as his eyes locked on hers once more. Dangerous, she confirmed. Sinful. But she was sure if push came to shove, that wouldn’t prevent her from letting him show her the stars. The good Lord died for her sins after all, so she might as well make it worth it. Slipping her hand under the table, her fingers found his knee cap, hand beginning to slip temptingly up his thigh. “I mean animal instinct. Savage, unadulterated lust. I want nail marks on my skin. Bruises like a birth mark. Teeth around my jugular. Pants around the steering weel, riding like stallions in the back seat of the car.” All the while, her hand still moving, digging deep into the skin until it at last came to rest at the bulge between his legs, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she gave a violent squeeze. Her hand was gone as soon as it had got there, returning to her lap, a face of angelic innocence with bouncing blonde curls as her lips slipped around the banana to take another bite.
Arson’s eyebrows quirked up when he felt her hand on his knee, sliding up his leg like a black widow crawling towards it’s prey. She began to describe the kind of sex she craves, Arson growing even more intrigued at her shamelessness. He’d known shameless girls, of course he did, but none had quite the aura around them that this girl seemed to. He made no move to acknowledge the hand now inching up his thigh, nails pressing into the denim of his jeans, only slightly painful until her hand rested against the front of his jeans, closing in a violent squeeze that made him jolt. It was gone as soon as it came, but the pain didn’t recede as quickly. He makes an annoyed and pained noise, electric blue eyes meeting hers in a deadly glare. He could feel the heat of his anger crawling up the knobs of his spine, boiling his blood as fire seemed to gather just beneath the skin of the tips of his fingers. Arson knows he shouldn’t, knows that if he were to hurt this girl in some way he would be reprimanded, but the temptation ate at his insides like poison.
“Well I’ve got a fun fact for you,” he starts, voice low, angry, him leaning in, hand coming up to wrap around her fragile wrist and yank her in close. “Guys don’t really want to fuck a girl who pulls their dicks like they want to tear it off,” he growls in her ear, fingers tightening jest slightly before he lets go with enough force to push her back just slightly. He knew that likely wasn’t the best course of action, but the alternative was something that even in his anger, he wouldn’t allow himself to stoop as low as to do. He goes back to his food now, completely ignoring the bird of a girl beside him, simply waiting for her to either retaliate or get up and leave.
