Thread: Killing in the Name of... (Closed for ShadesOfGrey)

Kelly was more than a little suprised when Ivan began to take a more active role, his hands brushing slowly up her flanks as gently as a butterflys wings so as to lift her arms over her head before he leaned in to brush his lips teasingly against hers . Not that she was about to complain. Far from it. Still, she couldn't help wondering if it was little more than a well practiced routine to conceal the coldness within him. For a moment She thought he was going for a quick grope of her breasts but she was wrong, as instead he used his hand to appy pressure and tip her over backwards, following her down to keep their faces close enough that she could feel his breath against her skin. She could feel his hand caressing her inner thighs even as his lips brushed against hers again. A spark of arousal flashed through her body at his touch and then was gone just a quickly when the music stopped. The moment spoilt by the over-exited babbling of the DJ speaking in spanish, which she didn't understand a word of. The music restarted, a fast paced hispanic beat that wasn't a style of music Kelly was particulary fond of but it was Miami so it was to be expected. She much prefered the sound of what was sometimes refered to as classic British rock from the seventies and eighties, and she'd always wished she could have experienced listening to those classics performed live in concert when they were still fresh and new. Then, without warning he was off, sweeping her into a series of fast twists untill she came to rest with her back to him, his arms holding him tight against her in a bear hug. For an instant her eyes registered exitement, even antisipation, when his arm pressed lightly against her throat. Not enough to hurt or restrict her ability to breath, just the merest indication of what he could, or might, do. He knows! The thought flashed through her mind along with how much stronger he was, and how vulnerable that made her. Her head was tilted further back and again there was just the slightest contact as his lips brushed against hers. Then he was off again, moving her through a series of fast twirls and Kelly was glad she'd practiced the more fluid, interpreted style of Gymnastics floor work instead of concentrating only on the bar work she much prefered, as it did at least prevent her tripping over her own, or his, feet. She laughed in glee as he flipped her over his shoulder, landing lightly behind him, using him like a pole of made of hard muscle and flesh. As much as Kelly wanted to see and explore this other side of Ivans personality she knew it would just make it harder when the time came and she had to do the inevitable and bring a permanent end to his career when they again clashed over who would collect on Miguel. I enjoy this music, quite greatly, if you cannot tell. I would never have guessed. Kelly laughed even though she still had her doubts about if she was at least catching a glimpse of the man behind the mask. Would she be like Ivan in a few years time? She hoped not. Then he'd leaned in again for another kiss, more forcefully this time, his tongue pushing past her lips, and she'd responded by drawing him into a long, wet sensuous kiss as her tongue played with his before letting her tongue become more aggressive and invading his mouth.