Abi's eyes sparkled again. He could make her laugh and shiver in the same sentence, such was his effect on her. "Fucker..." she whispered into his ear. The next song was slower, more dependent on her heart beating. "I'm a generous soul, don't you know?" teasing seemed to be the language they spoke.
Passion? He was one to talk about passion when she was one move away from snapping. Torrid affairs were normally fun because they were taboo. She'd experienced her own ones of them. They weren't taboo, though: they were single, willing people with intense chemistry. She felt it bubble up inside her when he was near. A part of her wondered if this was all what her life had been leading to; a perfect moment. "Passion?" Abi licked her lip just a touch, leaning back so that only her face was apart from his. "Wise man once said... 'I can resist everything..." she slipped her thigh between his legs, reaching up on tip toe so she grazed his crotch. "Except temptation.'"
Abi grinned a horribly devious, devilish grin. How much would it take for him to snap?