Ooh baby don't you know I suffer?
But ooh baby can you hear me moan?
You caught me under false pretences,
How long before you let me go?
Before you completely let yourself go, you pulled away and gently eased his hands off your hips, smiled shyly and mumbled "Goodnight". A hand slid down your thigh and hitched up your knee in one smooth, sweeping motion.
"You are not going anywhere." He growled in a voice that could have melted liquid nitrogen. A strange concoction of shock, anxiety and desire was coursing like channels of fire through your veins. Damn. A sly smirk spread over his face, satisfied that he still had your full attention. His mouth was teasing yours, brushing over to test your reaction, his hand was stroking the inside of your thigh. You closed your eyes...No, this wasn't how you'd planned it; if you were going to give yourself fully, it was not going to be some quick hook-up. You turned your head away and pushed him away with more force.
"No, Graverobber, I am not going to be another 2 minute notch on your belt!" he seemed unabashed, his smile even widened, "If you're pressed for time, I can be quicker." "Goodnight, Grave." You turned around, smiling with your back to him, and started heading awkwardly towards your front door. Oh god, I did not want to do that. From behind you there was a low derisive chuckle.
"You are just priceless, let me guess" he took on a mocking tone not uncommon to a cheerleader, "you're waiting for love?" he gave a bark of laughter, "Hate to break it to you kid, but these days, petty obsessions get you nowhere." Ok, now you regretted nothing. Your mind was spewing all manner of obscenities about scalpel sluts and dogs and disappointment. You held back, one of the few things your father had taught you was that you annoyed the opposite party more by coming out of a case smelling of roses. Pausing to take a deep breath in and out, you slowly turned around and walked in a sleek, cat-like fashion back towards him. The look you were aiming for was something like 'classy Gentern'. Wow is that ever a paradox and a half.
"I think you misunderstand me." you leaned forward to purr in his ear while one of your fingers traced its way down his chest, "If I wanted you, I'd want you to have me all to yourself all...night...long." Your fingertip stopped short at his belt straps. You tried your hardest to fight the urge to grab his trousers and lead the way. I am not cheap...can't I be this one time? No! Your face was inches away from his, inviting him in. After pausing for a mere fraction of a second he gave himself away with a twitch of his dark lips. In what you hoped was a seductive tone you smiled and whispered, "Sweet dreams, Graverobber" before drawing away from his stony-faced expression. It seemed as if he desperately wanted to retaliate, but his pride would not allow him to slip again. Smirking still, you made sure your hips were switching as you went to the front door.