Grinning as he lifted his head up. Although he preferred his hands where they were, he lifted them up in a surrendering manner despite having no intentions in actually doing so. It was just too amusing not to mess around now that he had the actual energy for it. That relief and the playfulness that came with being around her momentarily allowed him to feel the relief from everything, not just the physical pain he had been in since the fight but also from the worrying, stressing, constant frustration he was in. It wasn’t always easy for him to enjoy the present anymore, but at least in this moment he was able to. His eyes couldn’t help but continuously trail down over her curves and every inch of her. The idea of waiting any longer than he already had was just cruel. “No.” He said flatly, though his lips were hinting at wanting to smile. “I’m not hungry, gotta work up my appetite.” Despite the initial pain he knew he would feel from it, it was a good thing he didn’t mind it especially when it would benefit him in the end. He moved down a bit to grab her by the legs and throw her over his shoulder. Once he had a good grip on her, his hand moved up to smack her ass. He wasn’t at full strength but he figured he’d manage long enough to carry her over to the couch and drop her down onto it.
Mila made a soft ‘hmf’ noise as she rested a hand on her hip, stood there slightly smug when she saw his hands go up in defence. Was this a battle she’d won? Her power was short-lived and honestly? Not at all surprising. She should have really predicted his words, his next move, it was so typically him. And actually, stripped down it was flattering, it made her feel wanted, kinda like, the idea of him waiting to touch her wasn’t possible for him because she was something he couldn’t resist. Empowering so it was, she squealed a protest and soft huff when she found herself upside down. “Shawn! Tener cuidado! No herire te!” She sucked in a sharp breath, relenting into a laugh after she felt the sting of his hand against her ass. “Hit harder next time, huh?” Mila brought a hand over to his ass and squeezed his butt cheek. “I could sink my teeth into you right now, you know?” It wasn’t even a warning, just a playful comment. When she was dropped down on the couch, she manoeuvred her leg to press a heel against his front, just gently, but enough to stop him coming closer. “I won’t make this easy for you. You haven’t won yet.” Now that was a warning. He might be right, she wanted to play a game, one that would be satisfying for them both, in the end. “I said no touching.” Mila reminded, a devious little smirk washing over her face, she gave a little push for him to move away from her, eyes still locked onto his as she trailed her fingertips over her front and down her chest. “I didn’t say no words.” With a lifted brow, she was telling him that, maybe he couldn’t touch her, but he could speak to her. She was just trying to create a playful space, one that helped him forget everything else. “Háblame.” She purred.
