Most people can't comprehend what I truly am capable of. There is a violence within me. A slow burn that craves the blood to spill and the bones to crack. I fear it; but I relish in its actions. I do not want to stop. I will not. This city is mine to protect.
I can almost taste the sweetness of her as she flirts with me. Her body close, whispering in my ear. She offered to teach me how to shoot pool. Her heart rate spiked, remaining quick, and beads of sweat formed over her skin. Her lips color changed and
her scent blossomed. She is aroused. I smirked. I loved this part. Where they think I don't know simply because I cannot 'see' them.
Her whispered breath on my face is feathered with whisky. I can imagine what her tongue will taste like. I can't keep the grin from my face. Foggy knows what I'm doing. Knows what I'm allowing to transpire. He is impressed and jealous but completely supportive.
Best wing man ever.
She leaves to get more drinks while Foggy calls me a show off. I can hear her sigh and run her fingers though her smooth hair. As she rubs her damp neck I can tell she is thinking of more then just the game of pool. She bites her lip as her pulse quickens.
Her scent is intoxicating.
She saunters back to the table with three doubles. She hands them to us, he hand lingering on mine as she brushes past it. Another smirk. This time I know she sees it because I hear her little giggle. Like she's seen something exciting but she didn't
expect it. I can't hide that I enjoy her lust.
She busied herself re-racking the table while I watch her movements. Her body is a map of heat and scent. The more I watch the more I think of exploring her. Tracing her body with my fingers, with my tongue.
She notices me looking her over but doesn't give it away. She exaggerates her movements. Reaches further than needed, alternates her hips frequently, flips her hair in a way that shows she want hands to run through it-grab it- hands that aren't hers.
She finishes setting up the game and comes to stand next to me. Reaching across my body she grabs the chalk to freshen her cue. Her hand and arm bush against my slacks. I remain still; enjoying watching her play the game. As she hands me the chalk she breathes in a husky voice, "Are you ready for round two?"