time has proven , again and again , that seth is not a man easily surprised. always several steps ahead , it'd become as much a game in the ring as it did here , behind closed doors. where three texts of varying patience lead him down a hallway , up a flight of stairs , and into a room always , somehow , darker than his own. funny , considering that way rhea's taken to stoking his flames. nursing excitement. taps sharp , black nails against his jaw or his shoulder.. drags them across his scalp in a showcase of affection he chooses , perhaps unwisely , to believe sincere. but she gives him reason when they're like this. without restraints. without prying eyes. just the taste of her lipstick licked off his teeth and new giddiness in seth's belly.
❝ when your eyes are on me , i feel like something worth seeing. ❞
knees are aching where he's planted them , yes , but numbness wards it off. turns eyes skeptical and searching when they've flicked up to find hers. digs about in a short - lived effort to see signs this would end badly for him. that the inked up fingers , coiled in his hair , are there for more than this idle play. " c'mahn babe.. you an' i both know you can't possibly mean that. " suggesting that rhea , instead , is stroking his ego ? doubt doubles. triples.
" you're rhea friggin' ripley.. since when have you ever needed anyone else to make you feel like you're worth something ? " it tingles , disbelief a rich partner while seth's chuckle starts and stops in a single breath. it starts and stops with the weight of a hum. the click of his tongue. " you gonna put me in timeout , i ask what's up ? i mean , i'll go , but you'll have to carry me there , if you actually expect me to stay. " | @wreckitrhea
