Re: Basement: Edge of the action
"Lots of things." And he left it at that, his grin turning a little boyish, the image at odds with the skin and ink he displayed so brazenly. It wasn't that he minded her poking and prodding at those sort of things, but that wasn't who he wanted to be tonight. That wasn't the purpose of a night like this, when he could pull on a different skin. So instead he watched her as she tucked the cigarette at the corner of her mouth and the smoke that was exhaled moments later.
"You're calling the shots around here, aren't you?" he responded, and that grin came back, teasing and playful in a way that was nearly impossible beyond those doors. He saw that momentary shift in her expression to something that was less than sunny, but he didn't prod at it, didn't ask questions that maybe she didn't want to answer. "It might not be okay," he started, taking the cigarette back and taking a long drag from it, the smoke exhaled as he spoke again. "But I think it needs to be okay. So I make it okay." He was about to ask another question, another response to her words about something regular, someone hers, but the order came too quickly after that. So he grinned and leaned forward, bracing one forearm against the wall as he moved back in for another kiss.
It was slower this time, a lesson in give and take, a dance of mouths and tongues. He kissed with his eyes closed, polite and sweet, but there was knowledge in his lips. It had been a long time since he had kissed someone, had enjoyed kissing someone, and even though he knew this was just a one-off thing, unlikely to be repeated, he was determined to enjoy it for all that it was worth.