Re: The Bar - Rajani and Magnus
To be perfectly honest, Rajani had thought it was somewhat silly of him at first, calling her 'treasure,' as she imagined he called every shining thing that laid down in his path.
She didn't care anymore, if it was. She felt precious, with the way that he touched her, in the way that he treated her, and it was something she had not felt in... In a long while.
It was only the result of her training that kept Janie still and silent, as he removed his mask and placed it on the bar, ghosted still with her kiss. He was, though she hadn't really doubted, unfairly handsome. She held herself carefully quiet, as he cupped her cheek, as he called her - called her, and pulled her in of his own accord anyway, which was maddeningly delightful in its way. But she couldn't stifle the high, tight, muffled sound that choked softly from the back of her throat where he kissed her, as warm, wet, and smooth as a sexual dream, and she wasn't sure that she would have wanted to.
She leaned herself gradually into the kiss, but let him direct it, actively offering him her mouth until the soft, light weight of her body was more or less laid against his. It wasn't a grind, but rather the equivalent of the way she'd put herself against his hand on her face earlier, curling against him like a cat in expectant need of petting. Her hands slid lightly within the folds of his suit jacket, and over his ribs through his shirt. Her long nails traced him through the layers, unconsciously seeking the warmth of his skin.