#argentelectrum

he pulls up the cover off of him, head turning to the side where he hops she stays sleeping. Thinking of going for a walk but never getting any further than with his feet pressed to the marble floor and his body hunched over by the side of the bed. Sleep was his elusive mistress. 

her arms are pinned atop her head with a small smile. There’s a hungry look in her eyes that goes straight to his gut when she catches wind of what he’s up to. From the gentle clanging to the firm clicks and ticks of locks rolling into place and metal tightening around her wrist. He must admit, it was a beautiful sight as he stepped away and looked at her half naked form pinned to the wall. 

A small hum as hands rest on his hips, committing the image to memory. Building a temple in its wake. And going around the room to get his chair from his desk and put it right in front of her. With another smirk, he leaned back and gave his thighs a gentle pat. 

“ Now. Sit. “

“ hm, “ a small noise and an arch of a brow after and the chain rattles from around his shaking wrist. Amusement slowly settling on his features and his shoulders as he sat up, the blanket over his frame falling gently over his thigh and limbs. A smirk soon to snake and take over his lips as his head tilts and his eyes meet her deep steel blue while she hovered above him. “ Have I been a naughty boy? “

“ what are you going to do? handcuff me? ”

“ don’t be so pedestrian, darling. “ A little tickle under her chin as he moves about the room, retrieving things here and there of his clothing. “ You know we could do a little worst than that. “

I love it when you call me 'senorita'.

tongue sweeps over lips, hand grabs her jaw and pulls her close. His thumb tap, tap, tapping gently against her bottom lip. A chuckle just at the back of his throat. 

Coal hues rake her from crown to throat. He can feel where her heart rattles inside her chest, can feel where blood drums and swims profusely, warmth that comes off in vapors and red. His thumb switches, from tap to brush to trace. All without a breath of noise from him. 

With a slow push, he has her pressed up against the wall. One leg in between her thighs. His own chest and hips the only thing holding her up against it until her legs snake around his waist. “ Hm. What else should I call you now, you think? “ He asks with a grunt, velvety words raspy against his tongue. “ What now, senorita? “

curious words, he admits. A more curious phrase coming from her. Digits drummed at his sides, his pace slow and careful while he stalked circles around her. And yet, something drummed inside of him. Something was daring him to believe her. Stakes seemingly high if he doesn't but he holds himself back, swallows the urgency he feels thrumming at the edge of his skin. Electricity trying to get away from him.

He stops then, edge of a knife to her chin, sliding down slowly to the center of her throat, spinning in his grip as he breathed heavily. Twitching for a little blood to sate the clawing he feels in his chest. For answers he won't be able to trust. Not completely. People lie. Good people lie better than most. And he'd learned not to trust liars.