Surrender At Will
Glass sparkled in the setting sun as two pairs of eyes locked onto one another in a steady gaze. Darkened blue, glowing hazel; who would win this time? A battle of will; a clash of stubbornness. A drop of the gaze means a willing surrender.
A quirk of the lips as an arm came up and a finger stretched out to point. Letting out a resigned sigh, one moved towards the bedroom. Climbing into bed, hazel eyes followed every movement made. A small, almost undetectable, smile stretched across full lips.
'Let him think he's the dominant in this relationship. Just this once…'
A.N.: This really isn't the shortest...