Re: The Bar
She took a step back, away, free of his hands and his touch, but she kept her gaze focused on his face still, and there wasn't a feeling of pulling away, not truly. Rather, there was the sensation of leading, of taking. Demand, foreign and sweet on her tongue.
She began to tell him that she wanted him to take him somewhere, and she began to say it as she normally would - a soft request. But, no, that wasn't the game they were playing. She reached out a fingertip, and she traced the line of his jaw with it, a sort of lazy possession in the movement of her wrist.
"You're going to take me somewhere I want to go," she told him, switching back to his Italian quite intentionally.