warning shot
|| crosshair x oc || short snippet || post-tantiss
Riika felt her real laugh escape as he pulled her a sharp right onto the packed dance floor and roughly hauled her into him. If the laugh for the irritating stranger was sweet and flirty, this one was dark and bellowing. Crosshair tightened his grip until she sighed and gave in, resting one hand on his chest and the other flung over his shoulder. The rough-woven fabric of the faded tunic he wore—some hand-me-down from a Pabu donation pile—chafed sweetly against the skin of her forearm. She clocked Crosshair's eyes track up from her wrist to her neck, all bare, and Riika felt her ego puff. The slip of deep crimson material she wore dripped from her tall and angular Vahla frame like blood.
In the year since Tantiss, Crosshair filled out a bit, his chest no longer feeling taut and hollow under her touch. Riika pressed her palm firmly into the new muscle that had built over his pectoral. He felt solid and hot as she traced a line down the center of his chest, eyes locked on his. For someone who complained half the night he had certainly seemed pliant when it came to letting her use him as a stick to beat up on unsuspecting men. Now, however, he was anything but pliant.
Crosshair's too-tight grip didn't let up until her hand stilled on his chest. Their near exact height made it a power struggle every time they ended up this close, which was almost always a result of Riika's unexplainable desire to feel Crosshair's flustered wrath. She loved the feeling that bubbled in her gut when he looked at her in that stifled burning way, blunted only by a facade of rage. She wanted to push him, and push him, inch him closer and closer to his limit. She wanted to make him break.
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