And... just when she'd gotten comfortable with the pattern of exchanges, teacher to student, just when she'd started to lean on that detached way he had of exploring her skin... he went and changed it all again.
Abruptly, the things she'd been describing to him because his practice and her reality; abruptly, control had changed hands. Whilst the edges of those arms might be scaled and insensitive, there was still that delicate plane of flesh exposed to his touch, open to those nails that raked down her inner arm and sent her opposite hand flat against the table with the forceful electricity that the touch elicited inside her. And the farther his nails went down, the more her own curled and dug into the wooden surface of the table. Whatever he'd been intending with that threat, with that snarl, he'd gotten her attention. Part of her held back, deep inside, sheltering itself against the storm he was creating... but the rest of her was awake and aware. He'd gotten the attention of the flesh.
After a handful of tight, tense seconds, the Konti released a breath she hadn't quite realized she'd been holding. The eyes she'd slammed shut against feeling now slowly started to flutter open and her lips formed a subtle circle as she blew the heat of desire through them. Her eyes returned to him before he started to speak and there was a smile there; ...I'll have to watch myself with you, Trouble. I could get used to this.
Then he asked her about payment. She actually had to stop herself from laughing - he intended to pay her for something she found herself enjoying so thoroughly? No. No, that simply would not do. Instead, a ghost of a thought flitted through the back of her mind and she smirked at it, reached out, caught it, gave it breath and voice.
"I teach you...?" she murmured quietly, hearing the icy island he had within him, acknowledging it, looking both at it and past it. "...you teach me." She took a breath then, and centered herself. Whatever fearful, shameful wisp of a guardedly desirous female she'd been when they met, his mannerisms melted enough of her reserve to risk the request. After all, wasn't he risking as much, requesting of her? And she smiled faintly as she echoed his words back at him: "I don't wish to be a clumsy fool in bed... when the time comes."
And that was just about the extent to which her blush could hold off. It started to crawl at the edges of her face and danced with the iridescence of her scaled features, giving her a life and heat that was present in more than just the way he touched her. It was the way he'd bitten into her mind that had her fixated. She had as much to learn from him as he had from her; her eyes stared evenly across the table at him as she dared both him and herself to walk this treacherous path she'd laid out before them. Still, even with that threat in his eyes, even with that invitation in hers, still she wore a faint smile.
She was frighteningly good at it, actually. That smile covered all manner of sins.
"Our secret."
Abruptly, the things she'd been describing to him because his practice and her reality; abruptly, control had changed hands. Whilst the edges of those arms might be scaled and insensitive, there was still that delicate plane of flesh exposed to his touch, open to those nails that raked down her inner arm and sent her opposite hand flat against the table with the forceful electricity that the touch elicited inside her. And the farther his nails went down, the more her own curled and dug into the wooden surface of the table. Whatever he'd been intending with that threat, with that snarl, he'd gotten her attention. Part of her held back, deep inside, sheltering itself against the storm he was creating... but the rest of her was awake and aware. He'd gotten the attention of the flesh.
After a handful of tight, tense seconds, the Konti released a breath she hadn't quite realized she'd been holding. The eyes she'd slammed shut against feeling now slowly started to flutter open and her lips formed a subtle circle as she blew the heat of desire through them. Her eyes returned to him before he started to speak and there was a smile there; ...I'll have to watch myself with you, Trouble. I could get used to this.
Then he asked her about payment. She actually had to stop herself from laughing - he intended to pay her for something she found herself enjoying so thoroughly? No. No, that simply would not do. Instead, a ghost of a thought flitted through the back of her mind and she smirked at it, reached out, caught it, gave it breath and voice.
"I teach you...?" she murmured quietly, hearing the icy island he had within him, acknowledging it, looking both at it and past it. "...you teach me." She took a breath then, and centered herself. Whatever fearful, shameful wisp of a guardedly desirous female she'd been when they met, his mannerisms melted enough of her reserve to risk the request. After all, wasn't he risking as much, requesting of her? And she smiled faintly as she echoed his words back at him: "I don't wish to be a clumsy fool in bed... when the time comes."
And that was just about the extent to which her blush could hold off. It started to crawl at the edges of her face and danced with the iridescence of her scaled features, giving her a life and heat that was present in more than just the way he touched her. It was the way he'd bitten into her mind that had her fixated. She had as much to learn from him as he had from her; her eyes stared evenly across the table at him as she dared both him and herself to walk this treacherous path she'd laid out before them. Still, even with that threat in his eyes, even with that invitation in hers, still she wore a faint smile.
She was frighteningly good at it, actually. That smile covered all manner of sins.
"Our secret."
