Shove for Minx!
Send “Shove” to pin my muse against a wall. Send “Pinned” for my muse to pin your muse against a wall.
@santanaminx
He had thought they were past this, past the bickering and arguing. Maybe they weren’t exactly friends again, but Dexter had thought that they had started back on that path. But Minx’s hand were firm on his chest as his back hit the wall roughly. Breath pushing out of his lungs, he winced slightly. “Oh, come on, Santana!,” he exclaimed, deciding to stay exactly where he was on the wall. “What’d I do to deserve that one?”
Reaching up with both hands, his fingers wrapped gently around her wrists to relieve the pressure that she was putting on his chest. Inhaling, he let the cool air fill his lungs with a deep breath. “You know that me flirting doesn’t mean anything.” Which, wasn’t exactly true. It had led to where they had been before he had disappeared. “Unless you want it too,” Dexter added, a smirk tugging onto his lips.