#romancin

She walked like a god, her glass heels clicking against the ground.

“Do not speak about this.”

Her voice was smooth as she spoke to him, and he couldn’t find it in him to dare defy the request. Not even he could push back against her in this situation.

“I won’t.” She smiled in response, close enough that she was able to cup his cheek in her hand. He swallowed. This was actually going to happen.

They both stood there for a few moments, just looking at each other. This was supposed to be a professional meeting, and yet somehow this was happening. He didn’t even know what had triggered it, what words had gotten her to ask for this.

Without much warning, she was kissing him. He grabbed her waist and kissed back, not thinking about what he was doing anymore.

Her hands were on his shoulders, nails cutting into his skin even under his coat. She was kissing hard, her teeth grazing his lips.

He was holding her tightly, fully aware that she had all the control over this situation. She was so powerful, and that was the primary reason he found her attractive.

Sure, the long legs, perfect body helped, but he was ever attracted to power. Whether trying to take it, or his tendency to only date those who could manage to control him.

She pushed him against the wall, her hands moving to his hair. “Watch the hat,” he muttered into the kiss, and in response she pulled his hat off and tossed it over her shoulder.

She bit his lip as she pulled back, her hands moving to his chest.

She started unbuttoning his jacket and once she finished, he pulled it off and threw it on a convenient coat hook nearby.

His breathing was heavy, and she looked flushed. It was such a strange sight to see the two of them in; two people who were in a constant power struggle, constantly maintaining an image of power, letting the other see them weak.

She kissed his neck, her hands gripping his wrists. He let out a soft moan unwittingly as she started to suck at his neck.

He was trying to keep himself from making too many vocalizations. They were doing this in a warehouse, after all. Anyone could walk in on them at any moment. Normally doing this sort of thing he would make it as quick as possible, but she wanted to take her time it seemed.

When she pulled away, he was bright red and clearly having a tricky time not begging her to get things moving.

She let go of his wrists, only to grab his shirt and pull it over his head, effectively messing up his hair. “There’s no way no one is going to miss this.” he said, but it came out breathy from arousal, not the sardonic quip he wanted. She rolled her eyes, and kissed him again.