Re: Elevator: Inside
His prayers were pretty music to her ears, the murmur of them backbeat by the pound of his frightened heart. The tension sang along his body like a mouthwatering descant, and the next sound from her own throat was one of satisfied pleasure.
The salt of his sudden tears was sharp in the space, and she groaned as she closed her eyes and laid her tongue flat against his skin. She dragged it down along his jaw, then up over his cheek, catching the seawater droplet in its path and moving up to attempt to find more. Her breath stank of things dead and eaten, but it didn't stop her from pressing her lips to the soft skin beneath his eye with a sort of tauntingly exaggerated care for just that moment. "Oh, I don't think I am, darling." Her voice was quiet, but it only served to increase the menace of it. "If you could smell yourself, the way you are right now, you would know. ...Intoxicating." The last was delivered on another groan and a closer press of her body, as if contact would serve to bring her more of the heady aroma.
It was only then, like it had taken her that long to truly realize she had hands instead of paws, her fingers moved from his jaw, joined by her other hand, and both pressed to his ribcage, pushing him back against the wall of the elevator car, capturing those delicate wings ruthlessly.