She really needed to stop being so complimentary, she'd slipped far too much lately, she'd barely taken the piss at all. If she wasn't careful he was going to become annoying and smug, and then what was she going to do?
There had been any number of more appropriate reactions, perfectly reasonable ones that Malcolm would most likely have taken as intended, because they were already mocking each other, more heatedly than normal, so really any sign of actual anger would have made sense. What had happened...she was still floundering on the inside even as she tried to get back to something a bit more normal, something approaching wit.
Only it was too late - the expression on his face was proof enough of that. Of course he'd noticed, because Malc was way too fucking observant, especially when she didn't want him to be. She couldn't quite move as he cam closer, she didn't really want to for a start, and really where the fuck would she go? She doubted she was going to get away with this that easily, because Malc could be an utter bastard at tines. A wonderful, sexy bastard.
Her hand tightened on the book as she tried to ignore how close he was, the way she was sure she could feel the heat of body. She should protest, she should do something. It wasn't like that, okay it was a bit like that. Fuck! And he was touching her, and kissing her and did it actually matter if she had no fucking idea what was going on with herself? Whether it made sense or not? Course it didn't. What mattered was Malc, all amazing and close and fuck. It was okay, it was okay because it was him and it wasn't like this was real. This was a game, an impromptu, very realistic game.
"Malc," she said, her voice breaking slightly with desperation. Okay so that told him nothing, it wasn't even communication, but it was all she manage at the moment for fear of trying to justify something that really didn't need justifying at the moment.