[ It's not supposed to be fair — but a different unfairness, not the kind that still has Embry convinced, sometimes, that they shouldn't be doing this, that he doesn't belong with her and Ash, no matter how right it feels. Greer's determined enough to emphasize the point otherwise at every opportunity, and stubborn enough not to let Embry push her away in the process, but maybe all of it has been leading up to this for them — him, on his knees, and her denying him more and more until he's begging for the privilege to touch her. Maybe, she wants to punish him that much more for all they could have had together before now.
Kneeling this close to him was a mistake; she realizes it all too late, but she's already crouched down within easy reach, and even with his hands bound, she should have anticipated Embry's uncanny ability for bending the rules that have just been set in place. His tongue on her skin makes her breath hitch, the scrape of teeth stealing her air altogether, and before Greer can even think twice about it she's pulled back a hand to strike him across the face with it, a reflexive slap that makes her own palm sting with the strength of its delivery.
Her first impulse is to stagger back, wide-eyed, surprised even at herself, bringing that same hand to her lips as it starts to tremble — it feels too harsh, coming from her, but there's no taking it back now, nothing she can do other than look at him with an expression of muted horror. ]
Embry — [ Surely, she's overstepped; surely, she's gone too far, her heart dropping into her stomach as the seconds tick by and she waits for him to acknowledge her. ]
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[ It's not supposed to be fair — but a different unfairness, not the kind that still has Embry convinced, sometimes, that they shouldn't be doing this, that he doesn't belong with her and Ash, no matter how right it feels. Greer's determined enough to emphasize the point otherwise at every opportunity, and stubborn enough not to let Embry push her away in the process, but maybe all of it has been leading up to this for them — him, on his knees, and her denying him more and more until he's begging for the privilege to touch her. Maybe, she wants to punish him that much more for all they could have had together before now.
Kneeling this close to him was a mistake; she realizes it all too late, but she's already crouched down within easy reach, and even with his hands bound, she should have anticipated Embry's uncanny ability for bending the rules that have just been set in place. His tongue on her skin makes her breath hitch, the scrape of teeth stealing her air altogether, and before Greer can even think twice about it she's pulled back a hand to strike him across the face with it, a reflexive slap that makes her own palm sting with the strength of its delivery.
Her first impulse is to stagger back, wide-eyed, surprised even at herself, bringing that same hand to her lips as it starts to tremble — it feels too harsh, coming from her, but there's no taking it back now, nothing she can do other than look at him with an expression of muted horror. ]
Embry — [ Surely, she's overstepped; surely, she's gone too far, her heart dropping into her stomach as the seconds tick by and she waits for him to acknowledge her. ]