Thread: The Butcher's Bill (Prince x LeatrixSage)

Ethan grabbed her wrists and Elisa sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth as he yanked her close. She'd bated him to shame him, what she had sparked was his ire. As his voice rose, her anger returned. Somewhere in her life she had learned to replace minor fears with ire, it kept the fear at bay. It had made her difficult in her youth, hard to intimidate or maneuver. Now, it gave her the bravado to stand against his threats of sending her off to a jail cell. If he had intended to do that, he would have already. She was going to shout back at him, but something stopped her. Her entire body seemed to be shaking. Fear swirling somewhere in the back of her mind, drowning against the anger she stoked into a blaze to keep herself fighting. She wasn't all together sure what about his eyes was bothering her until he bent down and his lips met hers. Elisa gasped against their heat, too stunned to move, and then his tongue slid past her lips. Her heart seemed to skip a beat, two, and then picked up a frantic pace. She had been kissed before but... not like this. There was a hunger in his kiss that called to some forbidden part of herself, sent a streak of lightening right to her core where her body wept for him. Unthinking, Elisa leaned into him, instinct driving her heated response. She kissed him back, her tongue warring with his while their lips worked together to try and feed that hunger in him. She was left staggered when he pulled back from her and dropped her wrists. Her lips still tingled, red and slightly swollen from his kiss, and she swore she could still feel his kiss upon them. He stared at her in shock... wither it was at himself or her... she wasn't really sure. He muttered a feeble apology and then...left. Elisa stared at the iron door for what seemed like several minutes before she collected her wits enough to walk to the bed. Her knees wobbled as she walked, and she was glad to sit down. Never before had a kiss felt like that. Curiously, she reached up to touch her lips, and then Elisa began to laugh. Lord Colton had left the iron cuffs. Elisa was still shackled. Well I'll be damned, she muttered amidst heady giggles. Very interesting indeed. Shaking her head to clear it, Elisa let herself fall back on the bed. Despite all the extra iron, it was comfortable, and after her early morning and eventful day, it proved all too easy to fall asleep. She was woken some time later by a knock at the door. Or, rather, a knock on the wall beside the door just before it opened. Handley stood there, looking every bit the man's man, and Elisa could not help but blush as she stood from the bed. Yes, Handley? she asked curiously, feeling her cheeks redden under his perusal. She knew she looked decidedly rumpled, and she hoped he wasn't forming assumptions. Dinner is ready, he stated simply, and she relaxed. A moment, please? he nodded benignly, but did not close the door. She gave the man an exasperated look and then turned her back on him. Her wrists were red now from the cuffs, they ached a bit, but seemed otherwise unharmed. With them, there wasn't much she could do but try to brush out the wrinkles in her clothes. Some of the pins in her hair were coming loose, others were far too tight. She could not really fix them properly without a mirror, so Elisa simply took them out, set them all on the desk, and then shook out her hair. It felt good to finally let her hair down, even if it wasn't exactly appropriate. All right then, she sighed and walked to the door to stand before Handley. As ready as I will ever be.