Still on vacation in Florida (Read my bio for info on updates and when I'll be back), butI literally JUST wrote this and wanted to post. Also, this has not seen my beta as she is MIA from my world, and I wrote it for her!
That's right Thought, you heard me, this is for you! Pure Tyr/Beka. I sat, I wrote, I posted.
Haha, um, so review people. And any/all spelling/gramatical mistakes are my mom's. Sigh. I was so desperateI had my mom-MY MOTHER!- proof-read this for me. She then wanted to know why it's so sexual and things and have gone downhill from there as until this she thought I thought boys have cooties. So what is my point? Thought I need you to come back, and somebodsy please tell my mom I still think boys have cooties so she doesn't try to give me "the talk".
Pairing: Beka/Tyr. (My first Tyr/Beka! YAY!)
Rating: PG13, becuase I'm paranoid.
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She felt like he was watching her, so she knew he must be.
He always did. There was nowhere she could sit, nowhere she could go, without his eyes eventually scalding her back. Such an intense gaze that she knew soon she would crack and search for him with her eyes as well. But she would not go down easily. She would sit at the bar, order more drinks, hitch her skirt up higher, flirt with more men.
She will last as long as she can until she can not hold out any longer and turns around to lock her crystal blue eyes with his smokey brown ones. Because she knows, as soon as she does, he has won this little game once again.
And she refuses to ever be an easy victory for him.
A smile creeps upon her lips as she hears his low growl somewhere far behind her, a table near the back of the club. The man on her right hears it as well because his hand stops moving about mid-way up her thigh.
She can still feel his eyes on her, but realizes that she can feel his presence closer to her body. A look to the wall behind the bar shows his shadow at a table behind her. She takes the hand of the man to her right and places it back on her thigh-higher this time. Relishing in the way another growl rings out-more posessive-and the fists of the shadow clench tight.
She knows that in the end he may not come to her. She will probably be the first to break by looking back at him.
But that doesn't mean she has to make it easy.