Last Act | Tucker & Ciara
The shift was subtle as Tucker let his knees fall a little further apart. Ciara could have used it as an excuse for adding another point of contact, resting a hand on his shoulder or the back of his neck, but she did not. Steadied only by a touch at her hips, light as it was, she knew exposing her throat to the wolf could have been taken as a display of vulnerability. But as Tucker bent his head to breathe in her scent, the smirk on her face suggested anything but.
Gazing out over Tucker's head, Niamh could be seen over in a shadowy corner, bristling with resentment and with daggers in her eyes as she looked their way. Ciara's smirk only widened at that, had the blonde really thought she had a chance, when her target had barely acknowledged her presence all night?
Said target evidently found the perfume to his liking, as Ciara knew he would. It was Clovennian, and unmistakable for anything else. With it came the association of luxury, as was evident in the subtext of his words, and Ciara merely arched an eyebrow at being asked if she was adopting their ways. The evidence clearly showed that she was, at least in part. Why spurn a perfume because of its country of origin, particularly when it elicited such pleasing reactions?
A warmth thrill of pleasure coursed through Ciara when he he murmured that the fragrance suited her. It was an understated compliment, but she didn't miss the meaning.
And damn it all if she didn't want him to kiss her then, with his lips a mere hair's breadth from her neck. Detestable as his opinions might be, there was no denying that Tucker Belmont was an attractive man, and Ciara wasn't entirely immune to his charms in such close proximity. But to encourage more at this point would be too much too soon.
Ciara reached into the small space between their bodies and pressed a finger to Tucker's chest, as if to push him away as she leaned back slightly. "To answer your earlier question, I have found showing what I can do to be far more satisfactory than telling. But..." At this, Ciara flicked a quick glance over her shoulder, to where Luna L'Amour had exited the stage. "It is your birthday, and I suspect your present wants you to unwrap her at some point. Who am I to keep you from that?"
Given her earlier serpentine arrival, she clearly had no issue with getting in another woman's way when she wanted to. But Ciara wasn't a birthday gift, a present to be had but once, and she was thankful when her natural grace allowed her to slide from Tucker's lap without a struggle. Sprawled out as he was, it was no mean feat, and Ciara left him with only the faintest hint of a grin and one last cursory glance before turning and walking away.