This didn't feel weird - at least not in Kegg's mind. It almost felt... right. Ronnie knew that Harold was one of those boys that she really didn't want to date, but she wanted to make all hers. She knew that if they did date they would get so tired of eachother, and eventually drift so far apart that any possibility of ever being in a position that they were at that moment would be out of the question. Kegg knew this, hopefully Harold knew this... hopefully Harold didn't mind because Kegg didn't mind it all. She actually liked it, she enjoyed bickering with him and then doing whatever they were doing right now. Lowering her fingers, they traced over the collar of his shirt as her head tilted up and her gaze met his. "Are you complaining, Dingle?" Smirking broadly, she continued, "because I can stop... afterall, I would hate to force you to do something you don't want to."
Sliding her body up against him, her leg remained pressed against the wall, making sure to pin him in place. This was certainly a compromising position, and it was likely a position that Harold would never find himself in again. Kegg didn't like repeating actions, especially with Harold. She liked to shake things up once in a while, give him thrills in different ways, whether it was a drunken snog in a pub's loo, or a lap dance in his office... or a midnight apparation to his bedroom - one thing was for sure, Veronica Kegg loved to catch him off guard.
Tilting her head up just slightly, her lips grazed his own before gliding across his cheek. Fingers drifted over his other cheek as her lips pressed against his ear, "You don't want me to stop, do you?" Oh, she was just teasing him now, she knew she was turning him on. She knew exactly what strings to pull to wrap him around her fingers. Though, she wasn't completely the puppet-master, Harold knew all the right places to touch to send thrills up and down her spine. He knew the exact words to say to her to push her over the edge, and he knew all the right moves, and exactly when to flash that cocky grin.
This was likely as far as her seduction would go, she typically didn't have to try much harder. Both of them knew how to play this game, and both of them knew the 'consequences' of their actions. That was just another thrill that Ronnie could gain from Harold. The chase really made it all worth her while, the extra adrenaline made her senses go into overdrive, every caress he ran over her abdomen, and over the edge of her jeans she could feel all over her body. She didn't know where this was going to lead, but she was not complaining. Harold might be complaining, but she wasn't.