Re: Basement: Edge of the action
She pulled back when his hand settled on her waist, and she put her hand on that inked skin of his chest again to add intentional distance. "You aren't real good at not touching, are you?" she added, her morals aligned with the outfit she wore and the woman she was for the evening. There wasn't demand, but it wasn't right, and she shook her head. "I had thoughts of making you show me what it could be like good and slow, but I don't think I can do that tonight," she said, the regret in her voice genuine. He was a nice man, and she thought those were in short supply these days.
But she wanted the person who showed her those things to be the man that put a ring on her finger and a baby on her hip, and maybe that was plain old fashioned, but she couldn't fight it tonight.
Trusting him not to push, she pulled out her lipstick and relined her lips, filling them in slow and with a grin. Powder came next, around the mouth to hide the signs of all that kissing that had been happening. She pointed to the stage with the compact before tucking it away. "You go on and buy yourself someone nice that'll let you sink yourself inside them." She reached out a hand for one last cigarette. "And you remember me nice."