Super Slim, Super Sexy 2
Smoke slid from her nostrils, thick and heavy, curling against his cheeks before disapearing into the cool night time air. Her hands carressed his neck, the feel of smooth, skin-warmed leather pleasant against her work roughened palms.
She was straddling Paul, and he was naked, but she was most definately not. Tight jean shorts and a tank top that exposed her flat belly and high lighted her slim, long figure were her outfit of choice. Her feet were bare.
His hands moved from the moist grass to her sexy hips, and Leah brought her hand across his face in a sharp slap. Nails still painted a dark red - a red they knew well, as the vampires that slunk across the rez had the same colored eyes - drew blood on his face. Four long lines across his cheekbone, blood welling up and dripping before the wounds sewed themselves shut, pulling closed at the seams.
"I didn't say you could move, dog." She growled at him. Dog. The word caused his lip to curl back, and has he opened his mouth to retort, she slapped him again. "Dogs speak when spoken to, and I didn't ask you to speak." She was whispering, taking another long drag from the cigarette clutched in her left hand. She leaned forward and blew the smoke into his face, listening to Paul cough.
Beneath her, he shifted, groin tightening. Flicking the excess ash from the cig, she snorted and used her thumb to wipe the blood from his cheek. "This is what we agreed to, dog. You don't get to touch. You get to watch. Be grateful I'm letting you do that."
Silent, Paul nodded.
"Good, you're learning."
She tilted herself backwards, eyes roaming his face and her cigarette, which had since burned down nearly to the filter. Lips pursing, she hummed. Hands in the grass, palms down, she pressed it to the soft flesh between his thumb and forefinger, the little web of skin that was weak despite their strength.
Paul made a strangled noise, hands flexing and hips twitching. He didn't talk though, and he didn't move away. Leah chuckled and dropped the butt, reaching to Paul's other side. She picked up another cigarette. "Light it."
His burnt hand lifted the lighter, turned it on for her. She lit her cigarette, eyes on his face. As she pulled away he began to lower it, unlit. He hesitated.
Leah smiled. Yes, Paul was definately learning.