[ She's still mid-eyeroll when Cloud wrenches her arm up behind her back. That alone isn't quite enough to draw her immediate attention as something 'serious', which is probably a knee-jerk response that she'll regret later. Like, oh... getting her hair pulled again (complete with a wave of goosebumps and a completely uncontrollable spasm)?
Panty's face, meet wall. Or rather her cheek anyway, expression much more sour now that her genius idea of taunting him has backfired. Especially when his stupid teasing on her ear is making some terrifically obvious shivers travel down her spine in all the right ways. This was such a bad plan.
......
Or was it? ]
Oh, Cloud...? [ That's her queue to turn on that sultry pornstar voice, slightly singsong, like they're just lovers in a playful spat. If he thinks she's gonna go easy on him just for taking a little initiative, he's so wrong. Like, hella wrong. Her voice drops to a purr, slowly and pointedly pressing her hips back against his, just to distract him from how the one arm not in his grasp is slowly rising to brace against the wall. Almost there. ] Harder, daddy.
[ On the heels of that particular gem, Panty winds a foot behind his (all the better for unbalancing his cocky ass), widens her stance, and pushes off from the wall with every ounce of strength she's got. Just a little something she likes to call surprise motherbitch how do you like me now? A.k.a turning the tables. That too.
And now it's Cloud that's slammed with his back to the wall, hopefully hard enough to give her enough time to crank things up a notch. Or three... Well. You probably know how this goes as she retorts: ]
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Panty's face, meet wall. Or rather her cheek anyway, expression much more sour now that her genius idea of taunting him has backfired. Especially when his stupid teasing on her ear is making some terrifically obvious shivers travel down her spine in all the right ways. This was such a bad plan.
......
Or was it? ]
Oh, Cloud...? [ That's her queue to turn on that sultry pornstar voice, slightly singsong, like they're just lovers in a playful spat. If he thinks she's gonna go easy on him just for taking a little initiative, he's so wrong. Like, hella wrong. Her voice drops to a purr, slowly and pointedly pressing her hips back against his, just to distract him from how the one arm not in his grasp is slowly rising to brace against the wall. Almost there. ] Harder, daddy.
[ On the heels of that particular gem, Panty winds a foot behind his (all the better for unbalancing his cocky ass), widens her stance, and pushes off from the wall with every ounce of strength she's got. Just a little something she likes to call surprise motherbitch how do you like me now?
A.k.a turning the tables. That too.
And now it's Cloud that's slammed with his back to the wall, hopefully hard enough to give her enough time to crank things up a notch. Or three...
Well. You probably know how this goes as she retorts: ]
How about this: repent, you motherfucker!
[ It's ON now. ]