The jinni loved the way the lycan’s brown eyes moved over her body. He wasn’t shy about it, and that had been one of the things that had drawn her to him originally. While she loved the challenge of corrupting the innocent, those types weren’t always as much fun as the experienced. Micah had definitely seemed experienced when they’d fucked, and her own experiences had only added to fun.
Maya didn’t really think of them as friends in the traditional sense. Perhaps ‘friends-with-benefits’ covered it better, but she didn’t form close relationships with anyone, and she had no desire to do so. What she did was build up the number of fuck buddies and acquaintances and party mates in order to have the most fun possible and to discreetly cause mayhem to break loose. After all, that was often the most fun of any of her activities. Her purposely preventing people from getting closer to her also allowed her to have an enigmatic allure that drew people to her, people who could be manipulated.
Dark eyes glanced at his lips as they held his cigarette. In her mind, the action was sort of sexy. Those commercials that told teenagers that smoking wasn’t glamorous made her laugh because she thought it was actually quite glamorous and incredibly sexy to watch a fine pair of lips wrap around the end of a cigarette. She loved the way the smoke looked when it billowed from one’s mouth.
Though her eyes had been half closed as she had taken that first drag of cloves, she had been looking at him through her thick lashes, and she had seen that pink tongue dart over his lips. Though it probably wasn’t intentional, it was a little erotic, but it was easy for her to find things lusty when sex was always at the back of her mind.
“Want a taste?” She asked, indicating the black stick she held between her index and middle fingers. Personally, she thought his cigarettes tasted like shit. The only white cigarettes she could smoke without despising the taste after a week were her American Spirits. Cloves were still her favorite for taste, but sometimes she needed a change. Maya didn’t like to fall into regular patterns with things. She was fickle, and she loved to switch it up every now and again.
“Ah, Matt. You must have been waiting for a while. He doesn’t seem to be very reliable, does he? You seem to care more about the team, since you’re already here, and he’s nowhere to be seen.” She changed her position so she was leaning against the wall beside him, upwind from him. Her arm brushed his gently as she did this, and she could feel the warmth of his skin. As a spirit of fire, she naturally had a high body temperature, but as a female, hers still had a tendency of being lower than some other supernatural males. Humans’ body heats could never compare.
“Oh, but I do. I’ve always been a wanderer.” She’d lived all over the world, after all, and the longest she’d ever stayed in any one place was five years when she was young. However, she didn’t really tell people details about her life before Alden. They only knew she seemed worldly, and her comment to Micah could almost seem to be cryptic, but she’d once told him she’d traveled a lot. The soft lilt that accented her words was a testament to that. It didn’t seem to have any true source but was more of a combination of locations. It was most noticeable when she was feeling a particularly high level of any emotion, but most of the time, it was just something that attached itself to a consonant or to a vowel every now and then.
“Got any plans afterward or even tomorrow?” The jinni asked casually. “I heard through the grapevine there’s going to be a party over at Shae tomorrow night.” Mondays weren’t ideal for parties, but it was the summer, and she didn’t have any classes until Wednesday when she had a condensed textiles course. She loved to sew ((not that anyone she knew was aware of that unless they’d been to her dorm unannounced)), and anything that added to that knowledge interested her.