There ain't no room in my bed

Vikas Limonchenko · 02-11-2012, 06:15 PM

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She reciprocated his movement toward her so that they were closer now than ever. Her scent filled his nose and drowned his brain, until all he could think about was how much he was attracted to her in that very moment. Her brilliant green eyes pulled him closer still, keeping his own pair focused on her every motion. Fleta darted forward like an assassin, pressing her mouth firmly against his. Her lips were soft and warm, but the kiss was fleeting. Vikas let out a silent gasp when she pulled away. The male looked down at his chest as he felt her fingers tickling his skin through his thin shirt. She finally stopped and settled on the upper part of his jacket. She dipped her hand into his pocket, jerking it back an instant later with a bright flash of light. At first it didn't register that what she had pulled out was actually a knife.

Suddenly Fleta retreated, widening the gap between them and leaving Vikas feeling oddly isolated despite remaining within arm's reach. The knife began to flit to and fro between the girl's hands, sparkling in the morning sun. Vikas' eyes looked like a metronome as he followed the weapon's path. The male flinched when she snatched it up with her own teeth. She obviously knew what she was doing, but it had startled him nonetheless. He hadn't known what to expect, and still didn't, for that matter. The female leaned back, her hair cascading behind her in long auburn locks. Vikas thought to himself that her neck looked slender and graceful like that. It was an odd thought, but the line and movement of that particular pose would make for a remarkable painting. His eyes flashed up to the knife again just before it vanished in her mouth. His eyes widened, clearly bewildered.

He was stuck in that dumb look when she finished and asked for his opinion. Vikas recovered, looking up at her. A grin crept slowly across his face until it brought forth loud laughter. "Jesus," he chuckled, sitting upright. He patted down his jacket and readjusted his collar while he laughed quietly to himself. The grey wolf flashed her an approving smile. "That was remarkable Fleta, you're really something." He didn't know what the hell to say to all that, except that it had simply blown him away. He didn't even understand how she had done all of it, but it would have been incredibly easy to slip all sorts of tricks and moves by him without him noticing. He had been far too focused on what Fleta had wanted him to look at for his eyes to wander to anything revealing.

Vikas leaned back into a comfy slouch. He tilted his chair back with a foot keeping him anchored against the couch, and rested his elbows on the back of his chair. "I gotta say, you're a bit of a wild card, but I like it," he said jovially.

Vikas Limonchenko

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