Re: VIP Area
Wren quirked a brow at his comment about the claws, and her expression was all confident entertainment at fruity-drink woman's confusion and narrowing of eyes. "In other words," she told the woman, "au revior," and, as casual as it was, it felt good to say it, even if the woman only edged back the tiniest bit, tenaciously staying close. "I don't blame you for hanging around," she added, "but it's a waste of your time." That didn't sit well either, but Wren didn't much care, not tonight. Not when he hadn't started blushing yet, and not when she hadn't tortured him within an inch of his life yet. Well, that was the plan, anyway.
The second he took that swig and started talking about passion, of all things, she wondered how long she was going to be able to stick to the plan. She was pretty sure she'd never seen him smirk, not in all the time she'd known him. It was like that new violence, new roughness, that smirk; she liked it, and she bit her lip instinctively with longing before she caught herself and stopped, licking at shiny-red as a cover for that want. "I'm not sure I know anyone who can live up to those requirements," she teased, giving him a mock pout and looking over her shoulder - one, then the other - and pouting at their gathered audience, who catcalled and offered to do him one better.
She saw the woman edge closer, but she didn't stop her, didn't shove her out of the way or tell her to go, not yet. She was too busy laughing at his reaction to the men offering to sweep her off her feet, head thrown back and the pale column of her neck bared to the overhead lights. She was smiling so much that it hurt, and it didn't escape her that she hadn't felt this free in a very long time. "I never said I wanted a prince," she finally said, as she watched him try to decide whether or not to give in and climb off the table in defeat. "All that goodness. It could be a little boring, oui, mon beau?"
She didn't move back when he dropped into the crouch, though it was her first instinct. He was temptingly close, and it would be so easy to just stretch up against the edge of the table and touch him. She had grown accustomed to seeing him in his work uniform, and the solid black felt much more grown up, much less the little boy she remembered. The warmth and teasing in his voice made her start to smile, but his thumb turned the smile into a gasp that she didn't manage to swallow down until it had already began. The black of her already unfocused eyes went wide with desire, and she swayed toward him just a little before catching herself.
There was no doubt that they were making a scene, and there were enough people watching that the drama with MK and Adam was blocked from view, far away and out of earshot. She lifted one foot behind her, and she tugged one stiletto lose. Then, with the pump dangling from between her fingertips, she did the same thing with the other foot. Once both shoes were off, she dangled them in front of him for a moment. "How about without the heels?" she challenged, sliding one knee up onto the table between his thighs and then shoving him back on the flat surface as she climbed up onto it amid catcalls and a very annoyed glare from the woman with the fruity drink.