⊰ ♏ ⊱ || A game he was willing to play. Capricorn, don’t tease the scorpion so much. He’ll only find ways later on to get you back for them and you know how he is with revenge; he never holds back. A smirk danced on the constellation’s lips as he let the girl slide out of his arms, his fingers running along her waist as she turned away. He hummed thoughtfully, musing as it seemed, though more just in amusement at her display.
❝ If you ever believe I’m scared, then Capricorn — my dear, you will have seen it all. ❞
⊰ ♏ ⊱ || A few light steps forward, grabbing the girl by the wrist as he twirled her around gracefully — a little trick he had to learn living with a woman for a long while. He managed to slide his foot just in front of hers, knocking the sides of their shoes together as a sort of stopper. He skilfully slid his hands into hers, lacing their fingers together tightly enough for her not to escape and then used his grip to pull her just a tad closer. It made it easier for the male to lean down and brush their lips together briefly before actually pressing his lips [a bit roughly] against hers.
{✥} — As he fashioned her little show in his favor, she couldn't help but be impressed.. despite how irrate it made her that he would always win their little games of cat and mouse. Not that it would ever stop her.
The Gods had been kind to form when they fasioned the zodiacs of flesh and bone. Though, they had been ever kinder to the men. Every inch of the Scorpion was seductive, lustful. Enough to drive any woman mad. He tasted of everything that made her body burn in betrayal to her will. The fact he was so crafted in the art of driving her mad made her crazy. Capricorn always preferred to have the upper hand in everything. Relationships, games, sex, even the normality of ever day life. And yet, in his own smug little way.. he bested her in near all.
The sign's lips meshed with her own, there was a certain dominance there that spoke only through the meeting of their kiss. Her glowing orbs had fallen to a half lidded close as he locked her in tightly against his strong, ever present body. A soft growl escaped the back of her throat as she met him head on with the same rough ferocity the threw her way. Anything he gave her, she'd give right back. With one arm locking around his waist, her other slipped up the nape of his neck were she grasped the silver locks between her digits and imprisoned them there. Tugging at them fully, she forced his lips to hers as though not to let him escape.
This was her game.. and no scorpion would beat her at it.
