everything about her placement , where she sat in the lecture hall and how she presented herself was intentional. something about the allure of the chase , the thought of a new challenge. seated all the way up front , despite not having much real interest in the discussion of journalistic ethics and reportage at hand , dark eyes regarded the woman on stage , almost unblinking , as her lips curled into something approximating a wry smile whenever they happened to make eye contact. she couldn't help but be captivated , entranced even ; in the brief pauses when the speaking stopped , when they looked at one another again , she could see something , hesitantly perhaps , working behind erin's eyes: something she was trying to resist , in vain. when the lecture had finally ended , slowly standing from her seat , it didn't take long for them to engage in a bit of friendly conversation: despite not involving herself all that much , lilian was no fool , she had heard enough to talk her , a little too close , lips once again turning into a mischievous smile , purse in hand. yes , they could talk a little more in private , maybe somewhere nearby in the library , but the second they did , she had slowly cornered the older woman in a little used conference room near the back , backing her toward the table as they spoke , hand reaching out through the light of the nearby window , across the gap separating them. " it's okay . . . i know what you were trying to do , " she half whispered , the tips of her fingers gently , searchingly , reaching out for the tip of one of the older woman's breasts , as if to test her. . lips part , a tease , as she looked up. " we're just talking , right ? " three fingers rest there , slowly rolling in a circle over her bra , kneading into the ample flesh. she could run , but deep down they both know , if subconsciously , that she wouldn't. // @craveds
