[ any moment now, she'll pull back. then maybe slap him and tell him to get lost! that'll show him just how meaningless he, it, is to her. any moment now -
but Nero's chest is sticky where the wine has started to evaporate. which means Robin's is too, but tenfold. another level of difficulty in stepping away, when now he smells like $1000 cabernet. floral notes among the already dizzying mixture of yew and tobacco. its on his lips but only a touch. and not what she's noticing as, violently, she pushes herself into him.
no. it's his arms, rising up to grab her. grip her but without an ounce of force in the thumbs he loops around her biceps. his heart against her breasts. steady, long. while hers is a hummingbird trying to break free of its ribbed cage. and while her arms wrap around his back and dry shoulders, clutching with glitter-white wine hands. now not only is she blocking the door but she has him in her clutches. so he can't leave; she can relax.
they came after Nero's time, but a writer said that power corrupts. and she disagrees. power is fleeting and hard-won. it doesn't corrupt so much as come at a high cost - you loose your soul. and for all the security you hire, you never possess true security. a sense that there aren't eyes at your back. that all you have can be taken away at a moment's notice, when your guard is dropped. and to be born into power, instead of claiming it for yourself? means always striving to be worthy of it. acting the part. playing the role.
Nero's a good actress. but it doesn't matter when Robin doesn't care for acting anyway. so she can't drop the guard, but she can try to be worthy of his attention regardless.
- why did it matter? because she decided that it did.
she drops down from her tiptoes, that she'd needed, even in these heels, to meet his lips. still tilts her head against his collarbone. hair sticking to his skin, which smells even more of grapes. doesn't lick it off to see if it tastes the same or different. doesn't let go of his back either, because he hasn't first. ]
If you would prefer to leave....I won't stop. You were not asked to come to be my prisoner here.
[ Nero will not be a tyrant. or have him call her such. ]
"what i learned in whine school is...."
but Nero's chest is sticky where the wine has started to evaporate. which means Robin's is too, but tenfold. another level of difficulty in stepping away, when now he smells like $1000 cabernet. floral notes among the already dizzying mixture of yew and tobacco. its on his lips but only a touch. and not what she's noticing as, violently, she pushes herself into him.
no. it's his arms, rising up to grab her. grip her but without an ounce of force in the thumbs he loops around her biceps. his heart against her breasts. steady, long. while hers is a hummingbird trying to break free of its ribbed cage. and while her arms wrap around his back and dry shoulders, clutching with glitter-white wine hands. now not only is she blocking the door but she has him in her clutches. so he can't leave; she can relax.
they came after Nero's time, but a writer said that power corrupts. and she disagrees. power is fleeting and hard-won. it doesn't corrupt so much as come at a high cost - you loose your soul. and for all the security you hire, you never possess true security. a sense that there aren't eyes at your back. that all you have can be taken away at a moment's notice, when your guard is dropped. and to be born into power, instead of claiming it for yourself? means always striving to be worthy of it. acting the part. playing the role.
Nero's a good actress. but it doesn't matter when Robin doesn't care for acting anyway. so she can't drop the guard, but she can try to be worthy of his attention regardless.
- why did it matter? because she decided that it did.
she drops down from her tiptoes, that she'd needed, even in these heels, to meet his lips. still tilts her head against his collarbone. hair sticking to his skin, which smells even more of grapes. doesn't lick it off to see if it tastes the same or different. doesn't let go of his back either, because he hasn't first. ]
If you would prefer to leave....I won't stop. You were not asked to come to be my prisoner here.
[ Nero will not be a tyrant. or have him call her such. ]