Twisted // Alecto
In all reality, he hated her. He hated everything about Alecto Carrow, from her nothing less than insane antics to the way she spoke down to him in a voice that never failed to make him cringe. So of course, because he hated her with every fibre of his being, he found her intriguing. Entertaining. He could have had the every satisfaction of denying her, most definitely could have punched her the moment she told him to shut up, but instead Travers' hand wrapped tightly around the taut fabric at the crease of her thigh, the other grasping tightly to her arse, pressing her into him, surprised, secretly pleased by her advance.
Whether it was that he could have had the satisfaction of taking out his hatred through a lay that was bound to be fucking brilliant, that he could hear the deep, pleasured breaths fall from her lips and know they fell because of him no matter how much she tried to pull his wires or that he simply thought it would be fun to have her, he didn't know, but before he even consciously made the decision his back left the plush of the couch, hand leaving her thigh to travel roughly along the curve of her body, the hem of her shirt pulled quickly off of her slender frame. "Don't disappoint me," he sneered before moving any further, and strong fingers wrapped themselves at the base of her throat as a sly, dangerous grin passed his features.