A hard days work

Being busy with the lime in her mouth, she just winked at him, as a response. She believed that they both were the beauty and the beast. Both were uniquely beautiful, he was fighting in a pit and she had her way of showing her love and tease.

The smirk on her lips, widened as he played along. She didn’t give him any respond, but just let the sentence flew around in her mind. Everything went as planned. Salt, tequila, away with the lime, and a kiss – and it was reciprocated. Her slim hands traveled from his shoulders up to his neck, caressing it. Her fingers soon reached up to his dark hair and jawbone in a lustful kiss.
For a moment she just let the kiss happen, before she pulled her lips from his. “Fuck it. Let’s get messy,” she said both giving him permission to mess up the apartment and to fuck her wherever he wanted on the 14th floor.

She was ready to just give in and let everything happen as they ‘normally’ would, but his words was like a slap. Mid-way to start a new kiss, she stopped, closed her eyes and pulled slightly away. What did he just say to me? No matter who met her, they would be sure that she wasn’t happy with the uneven lift of her upper lip, as if she was slightly disgusted. He then started to point her own ‘rules’ and ‘corrections’ back to her. A slight angry movement of the lip, as if she was growling, showed up on her lips. She tightened the grip around his jaw and neck just for a second, before she cooled herself down and let completely go of his neck and jaw. She couldn’t kill him just like that… She had just started to like him, fucking tanned brat.

She then stood up, letting her eyes rest on him. “Fine. I miss judged you,” she said. Had he nothing to say or do, she would walk into the kitchen to look for her clothing, only to find his shirt and her stockings. With a shrug, she would put both on – enjoying his scent.

She pulled his shirt down and gave herself a slight hug, as she smelled his shirt so discreetly. Completely lost in what she was doing, she didn’t notice that he sneaked up on her. His voice therefore made her flinch shortly. She wanted to turn towards him, but he was faster than her, and pulled her closer. She immediately felt relaxed in his arms and closed his eyes. She would give almost anything to make it a permanent thing. A flirtatious smile appeared on her lips, as he told her to take control. She didn’t really get to stay in the warm embrace very long, since he let go and turned away. Surprised that he left, she blinked a couple of times, before she turned around and grabbed his wrist to turn him around. There was no doubt that he was much stronger than her and easily could withstand it and continue to walk away. If she succeeded, she would throw her arms around his neck standing on her toes to reach as well as possible. “Don’t you turn around on me, like that,” she complained.

She sent him a teasing smile as he asked what she was going to do. “If you turn around one more time I get a piggyback ride,” she said playfully. It wasn’t anything bad, but on his back, she would be able to do some things, both sexual and lethal.

She looked down onto the t-shirt shortly, before she looked up at him again. “Oh this shirt?” she asked with a smirk, pushing him a bit against the wall with her forearms and slowly she pushed him down, so he sat down. She sat herself on top of his lap. “Can’t you keep your hands from it when its near?” she asked and placed a firm grip on his shoulder and on his chin before she gently kissed his neck, moving oh-so-sexually on top of him. Teasing him, trying to make him try to touch the shirt. Now that he had mentioned the shirt should be out of his reach, it would naturally be a response to take it off and throw it around – but she didn’t. She wanted to see what he would do if it was within his reach.

She chuckled as he asked if it was a threat. “It depends,” she shrugged. She couldn’t really say anything else, because it could be a threat if he somehow got into her ‘bad’-book. Luckily for him, he was in the ‘good’-book right now.

He sat down on a chair, as she pushed him down. She smirked as he said he was able to keep his hands to himself. Intersting. “Well, why should I keep it out of your reach then?” she asked teasing him. He must have some reason to tell her to keep it from his reach.
He rolled his head back, almost as if he was completely relaxed, not bothered at all and he didn’t even touch her. So what if she had his shirt on, which he didn’t want to touch, he could still touch her legs! And she had plenty of leg. She got legs for days!
His cheeky mumbling, made her stop her kissing on his neck, as she straightened up and looked at him. “Do what?” she asked slightly sassy. What did he think she was going to do, and more importantly, what did he want her to do? There was probably nothing he could suggest, that she wouldn’t agree to.

Delilah lifted an eyebrow at his request to show him how much she wanted him. Yet again, interesting. His hand suddenly got interested in her legs, which made her lower her brow again, but widened her grinning, crooked smile. The smile faded when she could feel and hear how he ripped a hole in her stockings. She looked displeased at the hole. His comment made it clear that it had been on purpose. Her eyes narrowed as she looked back at him. The hand which had been by his chin lowered onto his neck with a slightly wicked smile on her lips; almost as I she was showing teeth. Ruining her clothes like that was nothing she was fan about – yet.

When Logan suggested oralsex she scoffed. His choice of words didn’t intimidate her. “Little?” she teased. Using the same adjective, he had used himself. It certainly wasn’t many men who proudly said their third leg was small. When he planted the seed about if she could keep the shirt, she immediately liked the idea – until he mentioned she might not be able to keep it. Once again she narrowed her eyes, and this time she used the hand around his neck, to press him back towards the backrest of the stool. “I’m keeping it,” she sneered, almost growling. As soon as her words had been said, a crooked flirtatious smile appeared, covering the beast.

Delilah chuckled as he explained he was being sarcastic. “Doesn’t matter if you were sarcastic,” she said teasingly. “And let’s see about that,” She said with a wide grin, letting her eyes go from his eyes to his mouth, before they went back up. There was no insecurity hiding in her. Everything pointed towards a challenge. How any of them won the challenge, she didn’t know yet.

Delilah smirked, as he shared that he didn’t share. “Well, then we got something in common,” she said, agreeing that she didn’t share. If things went well, she wouldn’t share him either. No woman would be allowed to touch him, unless they wanted a limp cut off.
When he suggested if she could handle his ‘friend’ she smirked and leaned back, while still sitting on his lap. Her hand slowly went from his neck to the middle of his bare chest. As he ‘threatened’ with ruining her clothing even more, she lifted her eyebrows. “Do you dare?” she asked, teasingly. Slowly and quite gently she let her nail slide upon his chest, right where her hand were.

“Mhmm,” sounded from Delilah both agreeing and questioning that he thought they both didn’t want to share. But she deeply appreciated that this man might just want her as much as she wanted him; all by herself.
Delilah smirked, as soon as he looked at her with a slight sigh and asked what she would do if he dared to tear another hole in her stockings, but before she could even open her mouth to reply, he had torn a new hole in them; definitely by his own choice. Her eyes narrowed, unsatisfied. He threw the piece of her stocking away.
Your move.
Her eyes turned the wellknown bright blue, which belonged to Omegas. A gentle hand found its way to the back of his head. This was to protect his skull in a moment. She lifted her hand from his chest and with a quick movement by her feet, she broke the stools hindlegs, meanwhile she put her hand straight back to his chest, so when the stool tipped backwards for him, the stool would break completely when they landed and he would land on his back, with her on top of him with a leg on each side, one hand behind his skull and another resting on his chest. She leaned down, teasingly, not really caring if he was hurt in some way. Unless he blocked her way, she would let her hand slide back up his throat, until it reached his jawline, gripping around it with her long fingers. “Your move ‘Beast’,” she said and leaned the last bit in to kiss him. She had clearly said Beast, to show him, that she wasn’t completely sure if Beast was the right name for him. It was all pretend though. Seeing him in the ring had made her sure, that he knew how to throw a punch.