Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

He does appear a bit nervous. And he definitely appears to need a new drink as he is trying to sip melting ice at this point. I think he may have a panic attack any moment actually. Us stopping seems to be really upsetting him. So he took you here, but you aren't with him, right? Her tensions eased, and Aislinn allowed herself to let out a slow breath. It was just Mallory, nothing to worry about. I'm with him, she acknowledged, technically, according to the Rose and Thorn's books. But, I am not with him, no. His voice relaxed, right along with the way the sharpness left his eyes and the smile softened the hard line of his mouth. It was like two different men hid behind the same mask. One was charming, endearing, comfortable even. He drew her in easily, made her feel safe and respected. The other seemed like a combination of precision and violence on a tight string. In the back of her mind were a million warning flags, and some little part of her shouted that his explanation was too easy, too flippant, and filled with holes. But, she didn't listen, she didn't want to listen, and that little voice cried out in frustration as his arm slipped around her waist and drew her in close. Her heart tumbled over itself in her throat, and then they were moving, faster than before, with a purpose. His free hand moved people effortlessly, something Aislinn had seen before. She glanced at him as he spoke, and she could see the focus in him beneath the playful, flirtation spirit that had come back to him. Private security, or a security contractor maybe? It would make sense, and she latched onto the idea. He offered to help her make this night hers alone, and it tugged painfully at a heart string she didn't know existed. While her mind warned caution, her heart cried out for what he offered her. He gave her time to answer, but seconds were ticking by fast, he wouldn't wait forever. Alright, she agreed, keeping her eyes forward. She was too excited to look him in the eye. She felt like a teenager again, sneaking out to play with the boys, all nervous excitement and overwhelming hormones. As long as you share it with me. She'd sounded a little breathless to even her own ears. Aislinn hoped Brent attributed it to the quickness of their pace. You lead, I'll follow. And she did. If his arm tightened, she moved closer. If he pressed against her, she shifted sideways. He made it easy to keep pace, and gave her clear commands of when to move. It felt almost like a dance, one they both somehow knew the steps to. She didn't really pay attention to where they were going, or who they passed. Her world had focused down to herself and Brent, and eventually - when he drew her into a closed room - she realized they were , in fact, alone. Her eyes finally came up to his, and she felt her cheeks warm at what she saw in them. Tension grew tight in the air, and she understood that she was not the only one having a few impure thoughts. I think that's a lie, by the way. she teased to break the tension. She was catching her breath, letting her heart slow down, trying to regather herself... but she also enjoyed the feel of his strong arm wrapped around her and holding close against him. It made her skin tingle and burn where they touched, the clothes between them a pitiful shield against the effect he was having on her, and she was loathed to give it up. I think you'd like being watched, saying something, anything, seemed to clear her head. And the questioning look her gave her made her laugh, further relaxing her. If it was the right person watching, I mean.