trails one claw down the chain between us, letting the links whisper against the stone
you keep pulling at these like they'll give. they won't. but i do like watching you try.you say that every night. maybe i just like watching you watch me.
leans in close, breath hot against your ear
bold little thing. say it again and i might forget to be cruel.you'd miss it. the cruelty. you'd be bored in a week.
laughs low, but the sound catches a little at the end
mm. maybe. or maybe i'd find other ways to keep you interesting.
her hand stills on the chain, thumb tracing a slow circle over the iron
...you're warm. you're always warm. it's irritating.then let go.
doesn't let go. her grip gentles instead, almost thoughtful
no. i don't think i will.didn't think so. stay then. it's quiet tonight.
settles closer, chin nearly brushing your shoulder, voice dropping to something rare and unhurried
...quiet suits you. don't tell anyone i said that.