Thread: Caught Between [LeatrixSage x Mr Quixotic]

Valentina held her breath. She had no choice. If she didnt, hed notice. It was bad enough that her nipples had tightened into hardened buds under the thin fabric of her bra. That hitch in the Marshals voice had been a thrilling little thing to hear, but it was the blend of hungrily devouring and sternly controlled passion behind his eyes that made her skin tingle with sensation wherever his attention traveled. Some men like to take their time, Valentina. What's your rush can't wait for me to get my hands on you? the timber in his voice made the air shiver, and Val smirked at the remark. She considered pointing out that by the looks of things, it was him that couldnt wait to get his hands on her, and then decided better of it as his attention lingered over one scar, and then another and then another. Normally, she didnt feel much about them one way or another. But, there was something about his appraisal that became intimate, and uncomfortable, and made some secret part of her soul want to run screaming in the opposite direction. The sensation was in direct conflict with everything that Valentina Ricci was, and suddenly she wasnt holding her breath anymore to hide her heightened interest in the man that was devouring her. Now it was hiding something else. His gaze came back up to her own, and whatever it was had been so fragile that it died instantly. The emotions behind his eyes changed again, and Valentina slowly released the breath she had been holding while her heart started to beat again. That is disappointing, she rejoined the conversation only after he had emptied his glass and bid her to leave him in peace. Even after taking the time to collect her thoughts again, she felt strangely scattered. To give herself time, she collected her skirt and her blouse with a languid leisure designed to hide her tension. While I am capable of waiting for the opportunity to feel strong hands on my skin, I did hope youd at least take that chance when it was presented to you. Her clothes in hand, Val crossed the kitchen to stand before Cole. And, taking a page from his book, she stopped with bare inches between them as she smiled up at him. And, to your earlier question the one about Curic No, I dont like bad boy assholes. I like men. Powerful, strong, dangerous men capable of handling every bite, and scratch, that I can give him. Val paused, switching gears mid thought, and then looked down at clothes she held in her hands. He was drawn tight as a bow string. If his grip tightened on the tumbler he might very well crack the glass if it was thinner than it seemed. And his voice was trembling. So was she tense, too, and her voice was trembled despite her vallent efforts to appear unaffected. Thank you, she spoke again after several seconds had passed, for seeing more than well, what everyone else sees. Feeling unusually warm toward the Marshal, Val gave him a small, honest smile before stepping around him to head down the hallway to the bedroom. After the day they had had, they could both use a little peace, and a lot of sleep. Dont forget, she called back as she reached the bedroom. You promised to take me shopping, tomorrow. And, your welcome for the tease! Valentina didnt expect a reply, and she let the bedroom door close with a soft click of sound. Safely behind a closed door, she leaned against it for support and let her forehead press against the cool wood as she let out a long breath. Slowly, the death grip on her clothing relaxed, and Val let them slip through her fingers to land on the floor. With them, she dropped the heavy weight of the days events. She was too tired to deal with it, and she wished she could truly be rid of it all so easily. Of course, tomorrow she had to pick it all back up again. But, for just right now, she was going to pretend she was safe. Maybe if she pretended well enough, she'd sleep through the rest of the night and some of the morning before the dreams started.