[She should be more annoyed at his laugh. She should resent that he knows how to laugh. But instead, she just grows redder the longer he keeps her waiting, knowing what he has asked her permission for. The line of her mouth thins, like she's trying hard not to let it be seen that she might find anything about what he's said or done to be amusing.
... It's odd, to be face-to-face with a human. She doesn't do him the indignity of looking down at the rock.
Instead, sharp canines nip into her lip when his hand finally closes the distance between, smoothing along the lines of her jaw and down her neck. It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up, a little shiver tracing down her long spine to end in a twitchy flick of her tail. Of course he would torture her even still, forcing her to notice how vibrant and bright his eyes are, to inhale his scent, to hear him call himself lucky to have her acceptance...]
No...
[She finds herself tipping her face into the touch of his hand despite what she says, her voice a quiet, embarrassed murmur. Lucky?]
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... It's odd, to be face-to-face with a human. She doesn't do him the indignity of looking down at the rock.
Instead, sharp canines nip into her lip when his hand finally closes the distance between, smoothing along the lines of her jaw and down her neck. It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up, a little shiver tracing down her long spine to end in a twitchy flick of her tail. Of course he would torture her even still, forcing her to notice how vibrant and bright his eyes are, to inhale his scent, to hear him call himself lucky to have her acceptance...]
No...
[She finds herself tipping her face into the touch of his hand despite what she says, her voice a quiet, embarrassed murmur. Lucky?]
... You are a fool, Khalid.