Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2009 15:38:26 GMT -5
He lay there for a moment, his question hanging in the close air between them, focused all the more by the veil of her hair hanging in between them, neatly ensuring he had nowhere else to look but at her. It could not have been more perfect for her purpose if she had planned in that way, which he supposed in a rather roundabout way she had indeed done just that. Perhaps not now but the scenario likely crossed her mind as he had been perched on the back of that bike, trusting in her not to crash and kill them both on that dark rainy night. Knowing her had such occurred she would have counted it a fortunate triumph of hers that she had, even if it was quite by accident, finally killed him. Assuming they had both lived just long enough to know what had hit them. Motorcycle crashes did after all tend to be quite instantly fatal in their happening.
It was not helped by the fact neither of them had been wearing a helmet, a thought he rapidly abandoned as she shifted atop him and grasped his wrists, nails biting as they had done to his neck all the while pressing his hands back to further reinforce her position atop him even as she pressed her weight down upon him, focused at the point of a knee positioned just so to further pin him and enhance her power. The idea that she was now making herself quite comfortable at the expense of his own comfort was not lost upon Davis, she had after all been doing the very same for quite some time this night and he highly doubted she was likely to stop soon, not when she was enjoying herself so much. Briefly he considered throwing her off, he was quite sure he could after all despite her position, it would simply take a little more effort than normal. But what would that solve? She would count that as a little victory and move on only to come back some other time to get at him again…
Or perhaps he could roll her in his grip and reverse their positions; she’d probably count that as a victory too. This was a loosing situation for him whichever way he looked at it and she knew that all too well, which is why, he imagined, she was so very confident in her actions. There were few people that would dare to even think to touch him as she was after all, most quite wisely feared coming within arms right of him because they knew just how likely he was to do something quite unfortunate to them at the drop of a proverbial hat. In his own way, Davis was just as volatile as any psychotic. She leant closer then, closer than she had come before for he faced her now and she did not speak to the back of his head. The words came out, practically a hiss, her tone somewhat soft, somewhat sweet but altogether dangerous…
"Because you deserve it."
He considered her response for a moment, understanding where she was coming from at least in part. This was her chance to strike back at him for all he had done to her in the past. Likely she needed this in her own way just as much as she craved it. She had years to plan her revenge and Davis highly doubted she ever imagined that this was the form it would take. Nor for that matter, had Davis himself. But that was neither here or there given that this was happening in there here and now and there was no two ways about it. He took a moment to watch her face, meet her gaze as her hissing retort to his question died before speaking again, deciding somewhat more slowly than usual given the somewhat distracting presence of her spread across his chest along with the level of arousal she had driven him to, that given that this likely was not as easy for her as she made it seem it may behove him to simply press her as much as she pressed him. So he spoke, his voice low, not quite the predatory hiss hers had been but close enough to a murmur to gel well with the seemingly intimate atmosphere a passer by would think they shared at first glance.
“I deserve a woman as attractive as you are…Naked and draped across me…? Seems like I am doing something right then…”
He showed her his teeth then, hiding his own false confidence between that sharp barrier. It was after all his hope that if he pushed her just enough she would simply give up and walk away in disgust, hopefully angled more at herself than him. That sick little voice that whispered to him from time to time however told him that it simply was not going to be that easy…Here was a practiced predator after all… With that in mind he tensed once more under her, as if he was preparing to bolt, or roll them…
It was not helped by the fact neither of them had been wearing a helmet, a thought he rapidly abandoned as she shifted atop him and grasped his wrists, nails biting as they had done to his neck all the while pressing his hands back to further reinforce her position atop him even as she pressed her weight down upon him, focused at the point of a knee positioned just so to further pin him and enhance her power. The idea that she was now making herself quite comfortable at the expense of his own comfort was not lost upon Davis, she had after all been doing the very same for quite some time this night and he highly doubted she was likely to stop soon, not when she was enjoying herself so much. Briefly he considered throwing her off, he was quite sure he could after all despite her position, it would simply take a little more effort than normal. But what would that solve? She would count that as a little victory and move on only to come back some other time to get at him again…
Or perhaps he could roll her in his grip and reverse their positions; she’d probably count that as a victory too. This was a loosing situation for him whichever way he looked at it and she knew that all too well, which is why, he imagined, she was so very confident in her actions. There were few people that would dare to even think to touch him as she was after all, most quite wisely feared coming within arms right of him because they knew just how likely he was to do something quite unfortunate to them at the drop of a proverbial hat. In his own way, Davis was just as volatile as any psychotic. She leant closer then, closer than she had come before for he faced her now and she did not speak to the back of his head. The words came out, practically a hiss, her tone somewhat soft, somewhat sweet but altogether dangerous…
"Because you deserve it."
He considered her response for a moment, understanding where she was coming from at least in part. This was her chance to strike back at him for all he had done to her in the past. Likely she needed this in her own way just as much as she craved it. She had years to plan her revenge and Davis highly doubted she ever imagined that this was the form it would take. Nor for that matter, had Davis himself. But that was neither here or there given that this was happening in there here and now and there was no two ways about it. He took a moment to watch her face, meet her gaze as her hissing retort to his question died before speaking again, deciding somewhat more slowly than usual given the somewhat distracting presence of her spread across his chest along with the level of arousal she had driven him to, that given that this likely was not as easy for her as she made it seem it may behove him to simply press her as much as she pressed him. So he spoke, his voice low, not quite the predatory hiss hers had been but close enough to a murmur to gel well with the seemingly intimate atmosphere a passer by would think they shared at first glance.
“I deserve a woman as attractive as you are…Naked and draped across me…? Seems like I am doing something right then…”
He showed her his teeth then, hiding his own false confidence between that sharp barrier. It was after all his hope that if he pushed her just enough she would simply give up and walk away in disgust, hopefully angled more at herself than him. That sick little voice that whispered to him from time to time however told him that it simply was not going to be that easy…Here was a practiced predator after all… With that in mind he tensed once more under her, as if he was preparing to bolt, or roll them…