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A/N This is the bar scene near the start of the film.
Tales of Ben Wade
Seduction
He was standing behind her, speaking to her in that low voice that sent a shiver sliding delightfully up her spine. He was dangerous, horribly dangerous. He had murdered and would murder again, and those bloodstained hands were caressing her skin. She didn't know what it was about him that drew her irresistibly to him. There was something provocative in his voice, a wild energetic spark in his liquid eyes. It was hard to believe that this man was a killer and yet, at the same time, it was so easy to believe it. His manner towards her was so smooth and refined, there was a calm inside him, she could see it in the depths of his eyes. Yet she could feel the raw danger that he embodied. It was coiled up, just beneath the surface, like a whip, perfectly under his control. She knew in her head that he was bad, that he had killed, that he had probably manipulated hundreds of women in the same way he now manipulated her, but her body responded to him, so sense was stifled. She wanted him despite everything he had done, and because of what he was. The danger was appealing. The knowledge that it was there but he was gentle with her…that he could be gentle…endeared her to him. The power that emanated from him, that poured out in the passion of his kiss, that was the thrill, the adrenaline rush.
She didn't care if he treated all women the same way he treated her. She liked the feeling that the Ben Wade was a human, and she brought that out. She could sense the vulnerability in him that he kept so well hidden but that had pushed him to draw her to himself, so he could feel wanted, needed, loved for a short period of time. He never said a word. Never let her in as his hands traced her skin and his lips pressed against her own, but he didn't need to.