wolfsbane.

matteo follows raven's movements, follows the flow of their body and as they lean forward he leans back but only in order for gazes to remain connected. you're teasing me. he allows for their accusation to settle between them, tastes it upon tongue before he swallows it down. they're close. too close. if this was their way of trying to regain some semblance of control then it was his job to make sure they would loose it just as fast. the hand previously resting upon arm rest finally makes the journey towards raven once more and this time it carefully settles upon the curve of their hip, fingers feel the soft plump of flesh underneath fabric of clothing. he wants to dig claws into it. knead it, instead does he guide them closer towards lap, legs spreading in order for them to fall between it.

❝ and what if i am teasing you ? doesn't make it any less true, now does it ? ❞ maroon hues are searching, from beneath frown does matteo try to read whatever was hiding within raven's gaze. ❝ so will you sit on my lap ? ❞ a pause. ❝ sit on my lap, raven. ❞

something carnal sparks through you the instant he makes contact. your fingers tighten over the leather backrest. the only carnal desire that you indulged in anymore involved the splattering of crimson. you wonder if matteo felt the same. was this a step he often took? your boots scuff against the flooring as he pulls you forward. it was as if he were ushering you over the line you two had drawn in the past.

❝ asking to demanding ... when have you known me to tell you 'no'? ❞ you speak barely above a whisper. finally do you break eye contact to lower yourself onto one of his thighs — mindful of which so that his hand wouldn't leave your side. you can feel your heart in your throat. the closeness was near dizzying. ❝ you have me here. now what's your plan? ❞

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their reply doesn't change his expression. it doesn't change the way he looks at them. those dark red eyes seemingly becoming darker as slit pupils become more pronounced with the second. matteo doesn't answer them, instead does he slowly fully turn towards raven. gloved hand rests upon the folder, while the other extends towards them, hovers near their forearm but never makes contact ( as if reminding himself he could not ). and so the hand is returned to his side. ❝ no. because i can be honest and admit that i wouldn't mind eating you. you, however, can't seem to come to terms with whatever is occupying your pretty little head when it concerns me. ❞ and there it was, the slight curve of his lips. barely noticeable. but it was there. taunting in all of its semi - presence.

❝ you wouldn't, ❞ those two words fall out of your mouth on a reflex; you're dumbfounded. in fact, you're in absolute awe that he could say it with such ease. you had been leaning on your arm adjacent matteo, palm flat against the desk in front of him. your desk, by the way. not that it mattered at this point. when they turned, you had straightened on instinct. that same hand reached over their shoulder to rest atop the back of the arm chair. you lean over him just enough to cast a shadow over his face. it hides the flush creeping up your body, you hope. the ceiling lights catch your eyes just enough to add a predatory gleam. ❝ you're teasing me. ❞ ( i would do anything for you to call me pretty again. )

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