It’s impossible not to think of everything they want to do with her when they’re like this. She knows this just as well as they do, but usually they’re able to stay strong. Somehow tonight it’s more difficult. Perhaps it’s the stress of everything that has been going on lately, the need for not just relief but real intimacy, the need to feel close to someone they care about, or perhaps it’s all of those things combining dangerously, making their defenses weak. Making them nearly certain she’s right about crossing self-imposed limits tonight.
They purse their lips at her request eyes trailing downward, the desire clear in their eyes, considering the options. They can refuse, like they always refuse, perhaps leave her be for the moment, watch from afar for a few more hours until she truly needed saving and then swoop in when they knew she was too far gone to feel alright about considering the suggestion. Or they can give in. They can push past one of their self-imposed limits, just a little bit, just enough to satisfy both of them for a good while. The thought alone is enough to get them off alone in the shower for days, and actually having that, even just touching her? Well it would certainly give them something to distract themself with. And touching someone, maybe taking a taste or two, isn’t the same as what they really long for with her. It doesn’t cross the line that Dahlia unintentionally created for them.
Finally, one of Corban’s hands leaves her waist, pulling their phone out of their pocket, sending off a quick text and then putting it back again without waiting for a reply. “Come along, then. The car should be waiting by the time we get outside,” they say, as if they haven’t just agreed to more than just her usual teasing. They should let go, should let her walk behind them, just in case anyone noticed either of them, but they don’t. No, instead they curl an arm around Alecto’s waist, leading her through the crowd toward the exit. In the back of their mind they tell themself the touch is to make certain she doesn’t trip in her heels, drunk as she is.
She feels the shockwaves in her core, the implications of their agreement. She could tell it was going to happen before it did, but after so many nights like this one when they’ve stayed strong some part of her couldn’t believe this would be any different. Maybe it still won’t. It’s not that she would put it past Corban to lie, she’s not an idiot. But to promise her something and then to deny it? It’s not in their nature, not when they could give her want she wanted.
She pivots in their grip, and before she’ll begin to follow she does something else. Even in her heels they’re taller than she is, but to so much she’s unable to reach them. A small hand slips into their hair and she leans closer until her face is just in front of theirs. It would be so easy to kiss them, or for them to kiss her. She wants to, she wants to more than she’d expected. Playing with Corban is never simple, it is a balance between desire and guilt, the thrill of the challenge. When the desire becomes this strong it takes her off guard, and other reasons for her teasing begin to fall away. Whats left is a beauiful girl who wants more than anything to kiss the person in front of her.
And because she’s never been any good at denying herself she does, but because she cares enough to think of them too it’s not on the mouth, but it’s so close. Full red lips brush against their cheek, gentle and soft. Its nothing like the burning need in the pit of her stomach, the itch to take what she wants and damn the consequences. But she moves away slowly, dark eyes fixed on theirs and she takes a step back, allowing them to begin to guide her again.
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