Thread: A Tangled Web -- (Asylum and the_gladiator)

He boomed a chuckle at her snort concerning the parties. Obviously someone wasnt quite as fond of them as they pretended. He continued to chuckle at her comments about how the other, younger members looked when they danced. An accurate description I would say. He stopped and turned to face her a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips, Im pretty sure the bumping and grinding I am familiar with I would not want to perform in front of my men. He said his own words as equally full of innuendos. He turned and kept going, feeling her arm slide back through his, this time more of the skin impacting bare flesh as her movements caused the flimsy material to shift baring more glimpses of tantalizing flesh. And, there was quite a bit of flesh to display and hint at. Yes, you see what you can do. And maybe youll get that dance. They can have a good laugh at the old fart in his archaic ways. He said with a bit of self-condemnation to the bite of his humor. He let his eyes drift to her even as she ran her tongue over her lips. He was male and couldnt help the reaction of his body. His cock jumped hard against his pants and he had to fight to not let his reaction show in his eyes or body language. Fortunately Becker was saved by their arrival at the entrance to the room where the party was. Well my lady, I have quite enjoyed this verbal. He almost said skirmish, but changed it to Exchange with you. Your whit suggests that you are more than just a pretty face. And with that he walked away. Let her think he underestimated her. Let her think that he thought her Gunthers whore, just like everyone else did, when the truth was much different. He knew she was dangerous. He just didnt know how dangerous, and why she was dangerous. What were motives? What secrets hid in the depths of those amber eyes? Becker made his way to the table he had occupied at the far end of the room. Not for the first time he wondered why he was even here. The obvious answer was to support the crew. Wouldnt they be happier without his dour presence? This was a question he asked during each get together. This time was different though, now he was focused on learning about Ophelia, what was her deal, and what threat did she pose to the blackstars, to Gunther, and to himself personally. One of the servers brought him another mug of ale and he reluctantly took another sip. Yes, just as he thought, it was still as piss poor as it was 2 glasses ago. He idly wondered how much of the stuff would he have to drink to make it actually taste good. He probably didnt want to find out. He noted absently that the color of his drink reminded him of her eyes, they too were amber in color werent they? It had been difficult to tell in the dim lighting. He cut those thoughts off, just what was wrong with him today. Where was the cold calculating commander he typically was? The answer was that that exterior was a veneer, he truly was a man whose passions ran hot, and he was just very select about how he expressed those passions. Be it his music that few here knew he played, or the lovers he took in secret. He could not let her know he found her attractive, because it was becoming very obvious that she would use that against him. He opened his pad again and began to try to track down who she had been calling. However that investigation was also turning up dead ends, apparently nothing about this would be easy, and it most certainly was not Beckers lucky day.