Hotels. Yeah, Vegas was definitely known for those, and it wasn’t the week of a major holiday so they ought to be able to find a room. The Funhouse was within spitting distance of a major resort, which was the appeal of the whole idea. Nearness. He could afford it; he hadn’t spent much cash in the last month. He didn’t exactly have a raucous social life.
“Not here, huh?” He made a tsking sound with his tongue even though he wholeheartedly agreed. But pick one of his fantasies and tell her about it? Brian’s eyebrows shot towards his hairline. He could populate an entire rack of videotapes in an adult film store, just off the greatest hits of his imagination. “How about a preview?” he asked, and he slowly let go of her body to set her down, coaxing her legs off his hips. After doing so, he put his hands on her hips and pivoted them, trading places so that his back was to the dance floor. He moved in closer, crowding her space, his breath spilling down her throat. “See, I learned a new trick... You just have to trust me.”
Trust me, trust me, because I’d never ever hurt you.
There. It was the slightest touch, his palm going to her abdomen and giving it a gentle nudge, and suddenly Valerie was floating, well, suspended to be more accurate, her feet several inches off the floor, her spine, arms, legs, all in solid contact with the wall.
Brian had learned to move humans.
He was looking directly into her eyes, an inch away and no more. His palm barely grazed her shirt.
How long could he hold her there? Not very. Valerie was a slayer; she had genuine power whereas he had parlor tricks. She had authority over her body, which was not to be controlled. A few seconds and she could peel herself away from that wall and have him at her mercy. But all he needed was this one moment, an opportunity to show her the closest thing to bondage as a Slayer could experience, because there weren't any chains that could hold her. “Except if this were the real thing? I’d be on my knees,” he said, and it was the realest confession he could say. “Because it’s not control over you that I want. When it comes to you, I’ve never been in control. You own me.”
He eased his hand away and just thought, please Valerie, don't punch me.
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on 2014-03-12 04:15 am (UTC)“Not here, huh?” He made a tsking sound with his tongue even though he wholeheartedly agreed. But pick one of his fantasies and tell her about it? Brian’s eyebrows shot towards his hairline. He could populate an entire rack of videotapes in an adult film store, just off the greatest hits of his imagination. “How about a preview?” he asked, and he slowly let go of her body to set her down, coaxing her legs off his hips. After doing so, he put his hands on her hips and pivoted them, trading places so that his back was to the dance floor. He moved in closer, crowding her space, his breath spilling down her throat. “See, I learned a new trick... You just have to trust me.”
Trust me, trust me, because I’d never ever hurt you.
There. It was the slightest touch, his palm going to her abdomen and giving it a gentle nudge, and suddenly Valerie was floating, well, suspended to be more accurate, her feet several inches off the floor, her spine, arms, legs, all in solid contact with the wall.
Brian had learned to move humans.
He was looking directly into her eyes, an inch away and no more. His palm barely grazed her shirt.
How long could he hold her there? Not very. Valerie was a slayer; she had genuine power whereas he had parlor tricks. She had authority over her body, which was not to be controlled. A few seconds and she could peel herself away from that wall and have him at her mercy. But all he needed was this one moment, an opportunity to show her the closest thing to bondage as a Slayer could experience, because there weren't any chains that could hold her. “Except if this were the real thing? I’d be on my knees,” he said, and it was the realest confession he could say. “Because it’s not control over you that I want. When it comes to you, I’ve never been in control. You own me.”
He eased his hand away and just thought, please Valerie, don't punch me.