The girl did three things in a very rapid succession. First she slipped her hand up his neck to the juncture where his jaw line met the intimate plane just beneath his ear. Then – with a smile on her mouth that made him think of cyanide laced lip gloss – she yanked his mouth onto hers. Her fingers dug under the curve of his jawbone into the striated cords of muscle beneath, a starburst of pain that blinded him for the instant it took her to close the space between them. It was vicious, clumsy contact, her jaw bashing into his, his lips parting on a grunt of pain that split his lip open with a splinter of bright pain. The dirty saltine penny flavor of blood crackled with synaptic after burn, and shot a muddled message of discomfort and lust straight to his crotch. (So if you’re horny because she’d lubed for you… does that make this narcissistic?)
Galen didn’t have time to address this line of thought because as soon as it crossed the peanut gallery, the girl broke contact – “Silly little human.” – and made his heart stutter. The next instant was a blur. Her fingers closed on his arm and wrenched yanking him sideways so fast the street smeared, dragging him with force he would have attributed to the Hulk at his most irritable, but not to a tiny little girl in platforms and mini skirt. He’d been dragged/hauled/pulled almost fifty meters off the sidewalk before he managed to get over the shock (Fuck me flat is EVERYONE a fucking supe!?) and react
He acted instinctively, twisting to grab hold of her arm as she had his, giving him the split second of leverage he needed to land a kick at the back of her knee. For an instant the bruising grasp loosened and Galen torqued hard, ripping himself out of her grasp and smacking hard into the brick beside them. For a moment, it was quiet. Breathing hard, the adrenaline burn splicing weirdly with a second, more urgent flare of lust (hers now his) he eyed her sidelong and very carefully wiped the bead of blood from his lip. He could feel her stalking him in his own head and he could no longer tell if her mood from his and he found he didn't particularly care.
“Hmm… ground rules,” he said, in a tone that suggested he were talking about a board game. “What are you exactly, if not human?”