From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 07:21 pm (UTC)		(Link)

He grinned into that crook in her neck. "I like you best when you despise me," he mumbled. Arching into her nails he clamped his hands tighter around her body. She wasn't making any move to bolt. The sweet agony of her nails pushed him forward. "You should despise me more."

He swept one hand down to grope at her buttocks. Not just a cheap feel, but a solid and demanding squeeze. He moved his mouth upward, teeth scraping all the way up her neck to her jawline.

	From: babalon	Date: January 9th, 2011 03:12 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Shut up," Emilie growled lazily. Her hands searching blindly, desperately for bare skin, finally dipped under the hem of his shirt and back up again, her fingernails raking his skin the entire time.

Silently, she cursed herself. He of all people knew what she liked--it gave him the upper hand. And here she was playing into it. Disgusting. She pushed that idea from her mind as she tilted her head so as to shove her lips against his; a harsh, near-painful kiss. Not that there were many other kinds when it came to Emilie.

	From: anastas	Date: January 9th, 2011 12:25 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Stas did as she commanded, as he almost always did. He took a tremendous amount of enjoyment out of the shifting dynamic between them. He was in control from the bottom; she was struggling from the top. Then she was in control again and he was reveling in the pain she caused.

"Tussle in the woods then?" he asked voice husky and warm. He was trying to convince himself that it was nothing to him if she said no, punched him and wandered off.

	From: babalon	Date: January 9th, 2011 01:46 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Emilie's breath was heavy, her hands trembling against his skin from the mix of anticipation and the hate that rose in her chest. She couldn't think, and the more time that passed, the more appealing his offer sounded.

She didn't offer much warning before she punched him in the side of the head. A quick shift, a push away from him against his chest with the flat of her hand, but not much more.

"Fuck off, Anastas!"

	From: anastas	Date: January 9th, 2011 02:20 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"As you wish," he replied tartly and stepped back putting a safe distance between them. Not that he would mind the next slap, kick, or punch. He figured she could use the space. He didn't want to turn around and walk away though. That would be an incredibly stupid move with this particular predator. He watched her with interest while she decided what she wanted to do.

	From: babalon	Date: January 9th, 2011 05:12 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Emilie found herself panting, watching him from across the short distance he'd put between them. Even as she went to retrieve her book, she refused to break eye contact.

Composure lost, but Library property regained, she cradled the book to her chest, she backed away even more, only finally turning when a few yards were between them. She made her best effort not to run.

If there was anyone she refused to run from, Anastas was high on the list.