Oh god she was a Nazi. She was literally dragging him through the ringer. He was about to lose his mind, cringing to the point of tears as she totally tried to ruin this for him. He knew what she wanted. She wanted to prove his vanity beat out and he was determined to prove to her he could get through this. He would not break. He closed his eyes for a moment envisioning chocolate, whip cream, honey. ANYTHING other than grease and cheese, because something about that was so not the usually sexy food toys. Taking a few more breaths he opened his eyes, keeping that mental picture and doing his best to not break it because it may be the only damn thing he had that would get him through this before she had pity on him.
There was a growl. A low one. Like a cat that was warning it's owner of it's presence. She better not jump in if she couldn't handle it. There would be consequences.
He grabbed her face, going in for the kill this time. Wipe the floor with her in that kiss and see how she came back from it. _____________________________________ She was getting some satisfaction in seeing how hard this was for him, she was sure he was going to cave. She kinda smirked when he had to close his eyes and take deep breaths. That smirk died when she heard the growl and looked at him curiously and was again taken by a wild surprise as he gave her a knockout kiss, her saucy hand though did what her hand always did when he turned her on... it went in his hair. _____________________________________ She better not laugh. He would wipe that smirk off her face so fast she wouldn't know what hit her. Now it was all over. He was going to get messy with this and he just needed to accept it. He'd been through worse hadn't he? Dark nasty streets of London and Paris during the middle of the Black plague. Couldn't be that bad could it? He growled again against her lips mostly because she was spreading pizza sauce into his hair, so he flipped her back and sandwiched her between him and the floor. _____________________________________ She was a bit too aroused to laugh but the faces he made were so hilarious, a giggle slipped out as she caught sight of his face with sauce and grease on it. She let out a oof! when he flipped her onto her back and she looked up at him and knew it would make him mad but narrowed her eyes, "You got a little something right here." and she pointed at her face and just went all around since his was messed up now too. _____________________________________ "As long as it's not contagious and spreads I think I can handle it." But inside he was dying, squirming like a worm on the end of a hook. "You're not going to win this battle." He hadn't even realized he'd gotten a little rough and tough. Good. She deserved it for making a mess. "I think you should take this off..." he gestured with the sweater, tugging on it's end. Then he slammed her with another kiss. She was not getting out of this now that she had dragged him into it. _____________________________________ "I don't plan on losing." she said with narrowed eyes but she looked uncomfortable when he wanted to take her sweater off. But he left her breathless with that kiss and as awkward as she felt around him now, her body was responsive. She said something muffled which was mostly weird sounds against his mouth and her hand pushing against the box of the pizza to try to get up off the floor that he was pinning her to with his kiss. _____________________________________ "I don't think you understand how this game works." His voice was low in that deeply seductive way. "You're not getting up." She jumped now she better damn well know how to swim. He had a response, something she could never hide. He knew what her body wanted even if her mind was trying to cock-block him.