Re: The Bar
His eyes were almost unnaturally black, and Wren tried to find the man in the gaze for a long moment, longer than was polite. But that was her way, blunt plainness where most girls had demureness in spades. She stopped her search when he met her hips with his own, and she made a quiet, approving sound, not retreating as she accepted the pressure.
"Something you don't normally give, maybe," she said, one hand sliding to his check, tracing down to his jaw and over to his mouth. "Something you don't want to give," she added. "That's what wishes are for, aren't they? If you wanted to give me something, I wouldn't need to wish for it." She thought back to all the things she wanted, all the things that had been denied to her lately, and she didn't think any more than that.
"Power," she said, plain and bold, hurt in the words somehow.