The Fatal Stoop!
Again, based on this amazing photo of Katherine Hepburn. Soon as I saw it, I KNEW Julian would absolutely be weak for the MC Apprentice sweeping him off his feet, height difference be damned!
Julian never tires of teasing Ivette. EVER. The looks she gives him in response, half irritated and half amused or turned on, are all he needs to keep doing it. A lewd whisper here, a suggestive waggle of his expressive brows, the barest of touches; he never tires of finding new ways to make her flustered.
Of course, his main reason to tease was to simply push her to where she’d retaliate. And then some. A quick sweep of her arms against the small of his back, the perfect placement of tilting fulcrums and suddenly he’s at her mercy for all eyes to see. His heart races, his face flushes, as she murmurs for his ears only, her hand curled lovingly in his thick curls so he’s forced to reveal the flesh of his neck to her. The plea for more more more sticks in his throat, eyes glued to the wicked look of promise on her lovely face.
“Later, you will pay for that,” And she releases him with the softest of kisses to his jaw.
It takes a moment for him to find his feet, his tongue again, dazed and light headed. The day drags on after that till they are at last blessedly alone.