has never really drank anything like that . didn’t know why – she just didn’t . but it burnt her mouth and made her lips feel hot , so she looks down , presses fingertips to her tingling mouth before she’s lifting amber eyes . looks to malcolm – wonders , why he seems so eager to be near her . speak to her . have her close .
another thud . this time , the noise frightens abra so she stumbles forward – into malcolm . noses into his chest and feels a little tremble work down her spine . embarrassing . she quickly rubs at her large eyes , looking over her shoulder – her quivering bottom lip betrays her anxiety . she doesn’t dare move away from malcolm – in a sense , trusting . too trusting . but she can’t seem to help that – doesn’t want him to go now . it’d be too frightening , and she looks down .
abra tugs on malcolm – forces him to nearly bend down so she might rise to her tip - toes . whisper her sweet voice against the shell of his ear – innocent .
❛ … i just want tea . do you have tea . ❜
It is terribly common for him to wander out and spend the night wandering between bars, until he finds one that suits his particular interests for the night; one where he can successfully seduce some pretty little thing and distract himself for a while by fucking out some of the tension that lies coiled within his gut. Typically, those girls don’t exude the same sort of honeyed energy that reaches out and touches him well enough to nearly get his rocks off without even having to bed them. It’s that, that has him attracted, like all dark and nasty things are drawn to those better than themselves.
When Abra startles and falls into him, Malcolm reaches to help catch her balance out of instinct; a palm slotted over the dip of her waist, just before the slope of hipbone. He’ll leave the hand there when she crowds against him---- leans down as a small hand tugs and brings him low enough to accept the softness of her voice against his ear. Oh no----- he’s going to become horribly all-the-more taken by her, if he isn’t careful! A low hum uncurls in his chest and he nods, before wrapping an arm securely around and moving then, to guide her out the door and away from the noise.
❝ I’ve got tea, though I don’t drink it often, if ever. Only when
I’m feeling under-the-weather. If you’re particular about your
teas, there’s a convenience store about a block away? ❞
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