every bone in her body has turned to gelatin – it's the meanest request, asking her to be coherent when she can barely think with him this close, fresh after a fight. she might as well be falling in & out of consciousness with his hands & mouth wandering like the victory in the cage is not the only thing he wants to leave here with tonight. the lockers are cold against her spine, a quick reminder that she'd opted for an open back dress & she's been freezing in the name of fashion – low temperatures are truly no longer an issue now. she'd been lifted onto one of the benches, add the heels on her feet & it's a good way to grant himself easier access. they're nearly at eye level – even more reason for her to short-circuit. " i want... " she breathes as her head tilts, making room for lips to brush along her neck. between this & the hands inching just barely underneath the hem of her dress, it's a wonder she's still standing.
holding onto his shoulders for dear life, she sighs, longing clinging to soft breath. " i... " his eyes are on her before she can finish the thought & she wonders just how much blood has rushed to her cheeks – it's enough for him to notice, but she doesn't give him the chance. daphne pushes herself off the lockers instead, chasing his kiss & leaning into him a little too hard in the process. if it weren't for his hands quickly shifting to hold her by the hips, well, they might've both fallen over. it would've been worth it, but quick thinking is much appreciated. arms are fully wrapped around his neck now, plush lips slow & sweet against his. in moments' time, her mouth tenses up into a smile. " take me home ? " luckily for him, or not, she doesn't plan on behaving in the car. & he only has himself to blame.
