Ambrosia_64
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Leah hadn't expected that-the skirt's clinking coins and the scrap of her boots sounding as he pressed his toned chest into her soft one, his hips in the cradle of hers as he drove her back against the book shelf-interrupting the reach for her dagger (which caused a slight arch into him for the blade was at the small of her back)with his hands around her slender wrists, his mouth against hers. She tasted like the wine she had been drinking, sweet and decadent-that exotic flower scent clinging to her skin and red hair.
She didn't make the conscious decision to return his kiss-but she did. Even though she had serious reason to distrust him, Leah returned the passion with searing heat, just as oblivious to the falling objects from the shelf as he was. She couldn't believe he was here. She couldn't believe he would dare to kiss her, knowing she knew he was to be married, knowing she was -ransoming- him for his own -wife-.
There was more to this noble than the conniving, cowardly stereotype she kept trying to push him in and it affected her, for some damned reason. Whatever fury she had felt before only added to how good he felt against her-and she had no idea why, flicking her tongue against his enticingly, her captured hands forgetting all about the dagger she would have threatened him with, the insistence of "business before pleasure."
She -was- on holiday, after all...
She didn't make the conscious decision to return his kiss-but she did. Even though she had serious reason to distrust him, Leah returned the passion with searing heat, just as oblivious to the falling objects from the shelf as he was. She couldn't believe he was here. She couldn't believe he would dare to kiss her, knowing she knew he was to be married, knowing she was -ransoming- him for his own -wife-.
There was more to this noble than the conniving, cowardly stereotype she kept trying to push him in and it affected her, for some damned reason. Whatever fury she had felt before only added to how good he felt against her-and she had no idea why, flicking her tongue against his enticingly, her captured hands forgetting all about the dagger she would have threatened him with, the insistence of "business before pleasure."
She -was- on holiday, after all...
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