Any other criminal and he wouldn’t have lifted off his weight, wouldn’t have cared about the bruises such an IMPACT would have left on their skin. Any other criminal and he wouldn’t be checking over the other, making sure they weren’t injured.
Any other criminal and he wouldn’t have ignored the bleeding in his wrist in favor of picking up the other’s hand, concern etched below the mask.
She can very well escape right here and now.
This could all be a ploy for him to let down his
guard. If it was, he’d let her escape. But he’d
rather she didn’t. He’d rather she stayed.
GUILT flashes through him to settle like a rock in his stomach. There’s an edge in her voice that’s his fault, and half of his mind stuck on how she was here, that she was well and happy.
No. He can’t indulge on anything other than the right thing to do.
Regardless, one gloved thumb brushes over her palm, a brief contact covered by two layers of thick material.
"A girl's got nine lives..."
She can feel him through the fabric of their combined gloves---hears
the concern influencing his speech--but she's more concentrated on
the fact that the very weight that had been holding still had lessened.
[ -- I would say you're slipping, -- ]
[ -- but -- ]
[ -- I know you. -- ]
The answer he's expecting isn't delivered as predicated. Instead she's
using the permitted leverage to flip him. Using that momentum to mount
the knight. A hiss echoes from the feline as she settles against his
core --- claws inches form his throat, poised to strike ---, and an
unsteady breath leaves her.
[ -- who -- ]
[ -- are -- ]
[ -- you! -- ]
There's a pause, and teeth part as if she's deciding on following
through or not. Then those claws retract, and her hands press into
his face. The feline bends, smashing her lips to his, ---He smells of
metal, leather, and something else---teeth brush against his bottom lip;
nipping and pulling at that soft flesh.
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