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You know when you're watching someone and you can sense how they are about to move, to attack? It heightens that perception, and the instinct to respond and counter. But only if you already know how; I believe it's more like it speeds your mind to react with whatever ability is already there.
[ She laughs, not because it's ridiculous that he might think to look behind the couch--it's hardly the most original hiding spot--but just because of the lie and that straight face he sells it with even as he hauls her closer. She curls a hand around his nape and kisses him back twice, three times. ]
I'm hungry, [ she complains, even as she's slinging one knee across his lap and bringing that count up to four, five, six, ] I haven't eaten all day. The food's going to get warm.
I'm hungry, [ she complains, even as she's slinging one knee across his lap and bringing that count up to four, five, six, ] I haven't eaten all day. The food's going to get warm.
Oh, aye? And what about me? [All of this from between her kisses, which he accepts, gladly, easily--as easily as he accepts her leg resting on him, how close she's let herself be pulled.] Hungry as well, for you, and you don't make it easy--
[And he leans in on that last kiss, slips his hand up to the back of her head, fingers bunched in her hair, and kisses her, good and hard and lasting. As if he hadn't just had her, as if that weren't enough--because it wasn't, it never is.]
[And he leans in on that last kiss, slips his hand up to the back of her head, fingers bunched in her hair, and kisses her, good and hard and lasting. As if he hadn't just had her, as if that weren't enough--because it wasn't, it never is.]
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