Part 2
"Your freckles are pale," he muttered, lying beside her on the bed as she read her book.
A couple of hours had passed since he first accidentally stumbled into her library-like room and the party was still raging on below them. And just like he promised, he was still there, keeping her company and denying the prospect of sex just a few doors down.
At the beginning of their "lock-in", it was awkward and silent. But then, it slowly evolved into something more comfortable and playful. And neither of them would admit it but it felt… Nice.
So there he was: lying on his stomach, noticing every detail of her face while she lied on her back with her nose buried in her book.
"Well, paler than the rest of you," he revised with a sigh.
Looking away from her book, she arched her brow at him. "Casual observation or criticism?"
"Observation," he answered with a sigh, turning to lie on his side and propping his head up with his arm. It was a cute observation, but an observation nonetheless.
She pursed her lips at him and looked at him with inquiring eyes, observing him closely. Noticing this, he grinned down at her.
"What?"
She shook her head as she looked back at her book. "Nothing. Just… I'm wondering if this is how you flirt with women."
He blinked in surprise at the statement. He certainly did not expect that to come out of her mouth. Seemed like the Little Bird was full of surprises.
He shifted a little bit and played it cool. "Is it working?"
She snorted. "No."
"No?" he questioned with a playful smile playing at his lips. "You're not impressed by my awesome flirting skills?"
She simply shook her head, the corners of her lips twitching up. If he hadn't spent hours observing her face, he would've missed on the telltale hints of her smile. He pressed on.
"I really like the way you read that book," he teased, twirling his finger through her lavender hair and tugging on it. He saw her lips press as she tried to fight the smile that threatened to come.
"It's so…" He breathed, his voice deepening and taking a sultry tone. "Studious."
She burst out laughing, closing her eyes and throwing a hand over her heart. He chuckled along with her as he reveled in her smile and the sounds of her laughter. A voice in the back of his head thought that she looked really pretty like that. But he pushed it away, at least for the moment.
"Oh! Now I see why Kori invited you to her room," she said, sarcastically, as she calmed down from her laughter.
"Yeah? You're impressed now?" He laughed.
"I wouldn't say, impressed," she chuckled back. "But now I'm curious."
"About what?" He asked licking his lips a little and pushing her hair back over her ear before pulling his hand back to his side.
It was an innocent but very intimate display of affection that came very… natural to him with her. He tried not to read into it too much but he couldn't help but feel the warmth of pride in his chest when he saw her cheeks tint a light pinkish hue. It was nice to know that he did, in fact, have an effect on her, just as she seemed to have on him.
"What your whole… fake robbery looked like when you came in," She coughed out, her lips still turned up at the corners.
"Oh," he shrugged, recalling the memory. "I just came in. Said something robbery-related, got naked, and climbed right on in."
"What did you say?" She asked, curiously.
"Uh…something like 'I wonder if there are some jewels here' and 'I think I found one.' I don't know."
She gaped at him with wide eyes. "That was it?"
"That was it," he nodded, chuckling in retrospect.
"That has to be the worst role playing I've ever heard of," she smirked. "I've read fanfictions written by virgins with better role playing than that."
He chuckled. "I admit it's not my best."
"Not your best? Jason. That was barely even foreplay. That was barely even seduction," she replied. "I'm seriously doubting your flirting skills now."
"Is that so?" He challenged, lifting his chin.
"Yes, it is," she said confidently, lying on her side and facing him. "I bet you couldn't even seduce the panties off a prostitute."
He grinned. He liked this side of her. Playful and challenging… Feisty. He liked feisty.
"You ought not challenge me, Little Bird," he warned with a finger.
"I'm challenging you."
"I don't think you can handle it."
She scoffed. "By the looks of it, it's not much to handle."
He curled his tongue in his mouth. She was not about to go there.
"I'm warning you, Raven…"
"What would you have done if it was me that was inviting you up with that role playing prompt?"
Oooooh yeah… She went there.
His brow arched at the prospect of the challenge. "You sure you want to know this?"
"Give me your best shot…" She edged on.
Without missing a beat, he licked his lips again and he leaned over so that his chest pressed lightly against hers. Bringing up his hand to her cheek, he rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone and pushed back her hair with his nails. Leaning in close so that their noses barely touched, he looked at her with dark half-lidded eyes that danced and shimmered with mirth and dirty thoughts that made her gut twist in the most pleasurable of ways.
"If it was you I was coming for," he whispered, lowly, his breath dancing over her parted lips. "I wouldn't say anything. I would come in nice and quiet, making my way to your bed…"
His hand trailed from her hair to the curve of her hip beneath the blanket, tracing patterns over it with just his fingertips. "I would get under the covers by the foot of your bed…"
His eyes dropped down to the rest of her body, slowly undressing her with his eyes. Images of her shapely legs underneath her college shirt from earlier swirled in his mind as his hand continued to trace while his other hand went to stroke the top of her crown.
"I would kiss and climb up those legs…" He dragged, his hand sneaking underneath the blanket and sliding to her hip again. "Until I found that jewel between your thighs. And then…"
He flicked his eyes to hers and smirked at the sight. The normally hardened and challenging blue almost purple eyes were lidded and dark as desire flickered between them. He grinned slyly, pressing his forehead against hers so that their lips were only centimeters apart.
"I would take you," he clicked his tongue, his fingertips biting into her hip lightly. "Using only my tongue and my lips…"
Her cheeks were flushed bright red and her breathing was labored. The physical closeness between and the intricate motions of his fingers and his scent…
Oh! His scent…
It was the delicious combination of his cologne and his own personal musk that suffocated her, in the most pleasurable way, and clouded her mind and made her dizzy. It was intoxicating.
She licked her lips as she stared on at his full and pink lips. "Oh…"
"Still think I can't seduce the panties off a prostitute, Little Bird?" He murmured, his fingers still tracing patterns on her hips and stroking her hair.
She swallowed a shaky breath back as she tried to not fantasize about what those glorious lips could be doing to her instead of talking.
"I… I um… You're… Y-you're better than I… ex-expected…" She stuttered out with a cough.
His grin increased tenfold as he pulled back, freeing her from the exhilarating yet intoxicating hold he had on her. He pulled his hand from her hip to his side and propped his head back on his other hand.
"Told ya that you couldn't handle it."
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