He was adorably befuddled. Meg smiled as she reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him up onto the small patio with her. She knew that it would probably be a good idea to dial back the sex appeal, but damn it, she just felt good. And it wasn't like she hadn't been thinking about it. She'd done nothing BUT think about it some nights. Less so, now that he was actually here. He was human, and fragile, and seeing him do things like eat and sleep...particularly sleep...had left her feeling a lot less like moving furniture with him. Oh, she still wanted to. He was still the same tight little package. But there was more to this than just the need for a quick tumble. Still, his expression was delicious as he tried to both look at her and not look at her at the same time.
"Well, I missed you, too," she teased in a sultry voice before pushing him down onto the soft lounge chair on the side of her patio.
She moved close, maybe too close, standing between his legs with her hands on his shoulders. She was going to reach that imperceptible line at any moment, and she knew she'd have to stop. But, for now, she enjoyed the power of her sexuality and the reactions it obviously wrought in him. Slowly, she slipped his coat down off his shoulders.
"You look a little warm in that thing, hot wings," she purred, leaning in. The music was too loud, she was losing the thread of it. Any moment now, he'd stop her. But, just this once, she wanted to see what he would do if she didn't make first contact. Every time they'd kissed in the past, she had been the one to initiate it. And yet...she remembered the first time they'd met, how he'd been unable to smite her. Something in the way he'd held her, the way he'd look at her...she couldn't explain why afterwards but she'd been so certain he was about to kiss her. She'd closed her eyes, leaned into it, and he'd thrown her into the fire. This time, though. This time there wasn't a convenient bonfire to throw her on. What would he do then?