Re: Far-off thunder...
Nathaniel pinned Eva against the wall at her unspoken request, but the amount of pressure he applied was entirely Nate's discretion. There was an ample amount. "Take a bite..." the newly high class adviser teased, and his hands cinched her waist just below her little belt. "No," he shook his head gently when she attempted to escape. His chest rose at the weight of her fingers on him, eyes openly begging for the feeling of her nails across his skin. "This is where you become the ridder of me," the admittedly clumsy pun was the best he could muster with the close contact and warm breaths between them. "You're a vision in purple," he assured her and his right hand left her belt and caressed her thigh just below where her dress parted. "Press me into service," he said slightly more satisfied. Better. Nailed it.