She was having a love/hate relationship with the heat pooling between her legs, pretty sure she's breaking out in cold sweats from the adrenaline and arousal. Her body was confused from the dramatic shift, but her mind was clear on one thing -- him.
And then he's speaking and that anger sparks back. The hell he hasn't done anything. "You... you're a shitty liar." Her breathing is more labored as she tries and tries to fight the pull of him, but her hands have a different idea. They continue to roam, a difficult task with how close they are and the whole flying thing. Pulling on the leather jacket, she revels in the texture and how the fabric held onto his smell. And how much better it looked than his usual baggy and worn leather trenchcoat he wore to hide his 8000 weapons. One hand slips underneath it, trailing down the side of his body - trying to find the hem of his shirt.
A list of insults rise and fall from the tip of her tongue as she descends further and further into letting her carnal desires take hold. Pritkin had once told her she was the strongest person he knew. She could do this.
Pulling at his clothes, she closes her eyes and after a few tries successfully shifts them to the English Countryside she had run to the first time. They're still in the air, Cassie having missed the mark of the ground. She goes to try again but everything in her brain is too muddy to succeed, the shift taking more than she'd expected.
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And then he's speaking and that anger sparks back. The hell he hasn't done anything. "You... you're a shitty liar." Her breathing is more labored as she tries and tries to fight the pull of him, but her hands have a different idea. They continue to roam, a difficult task with how close they are and the whole flying thing. Pulling on the leather jacket, she revels in the texture and how the fabric held onto his smell. And how much better it looked than his usual baggy and worn leather trenchcoat he wore to hide his 8000 weapons. One hand slips underneath it, trailing down the side of his body - trying to find the hem of his shirt.
A list of insults rise and fall from the tip of her tongue as she descends further and further into letting her carnal desires take hold. Pritkin had once told her she was the strongest person he knew. She could do this.
Pulling at his clothes, she closes her eyes and after a few tries successfully shifts them to the English Countryside she had run to the first time. They're still in the air, Cassie having missed the mark of the ground. She goes to try again but everything in her brain is too muddy to succeed, the shift taking more than she'd expected.
Shitshitshit.