#or repitition

I didn't see a ship so I took a shot in the dark.

"You're drunk."

"Am not!” Gar splayed a hand against his chest, batting his eyes at her. Gods, he could be such a damn drama queen, but it never failed to make her smirk. He sauntered over to her, a purposeful sway to his hips. Oh. He had a plan. "I'll have you know I only had like... six drinks."

"Mm? For a lightweight like you? That's about six too many." Raven set her book to the side taking a slow, deep breath. In the air she could smell the scent of the bar - smokey, too many different bodies and colognes - and smell sugar clinging to his lips. Her chest tightened and she leaned forward, trying to look nonchalant. Trying, and failing. Even in Gar's drunken haze, he seemed to catch the twitch in her lips and his smirk turned more than playful.

"I've been sobering up you know. Drinking Gatorade. Getting my elect-ro-lites." He specifically drew out the syllables, as if teasing her. That very specific sway to his hips continued as he walked up to where she sat on the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest. The thin light of the room cast secretive shadows over him, down the hollow of his throat, spreading out over his thin, gray cotton shirt. He looked close to sin, a promise of something she had once thought to deny herself. But now...

Raven's stare flicked to his, the bright green of his eyes practically swallowing the entirety of her soul.

...now she knew better than to deny herself.

Gar leaned over her, resting his hands on either side of her shoulders, against the back of the sofa. He moved closer to her, the line of his shoulders casting more shadows and bathing him in darkness. All she could see was the slight glint to his canines, like there was a wild animal inside him, ready to snap and bite.

"Rae..."

His voice was a rumble of dark poetry, whispering against her almost like a curse, but more like an oath. That hot shiver slipped down her spine and disappeared into her very being. She swallowed a soft breath and tilted her face to his. It was a silent invitation, and after all this time, he knew how to read her like a well-loved book. Gar lifted his legs settling his knees on either side of her hips, pulling himself so close that she could feel the heat of his skin drench her.

Gar's nose nudged her own, soft and playful, and Raven let go of a soft, feminine sigh. Every muscle inside her seemed both wound up and unraveled, and she pitched forward feeling the soft, full swell of his lower lip brush against her mouth. A whine built in her throat, but she shoved it to the back of her thoughts. He knew how to use her weaknesses against her, and Gar was certainly a weakness.

"...but not yet." He pulled back and smirked.