Scrambled Over Easy ~ { tag } Slasher / Sh'del

[Ember]

Oh, he was afraid of getting into trouble? She couldn't stop grinning at that. What if she wanted him to be in trouble? What if she wanted to see what he was like in that way? She grabbed hold of him and pulled him to her, then nuzzled against his neck. Oh, she was going to make him misbehave alright, no matter what it took in order to make him work. It was slow going, an effort that seemed to not bring many results at first. But then she felt her body start to melt into his, and she knew she was misbehaving a little herself. "Excuse me a moment."

She stepped away from him and went to the kitchen, got herself some water, and innocently, just like that, started to drink it. The sparkle in her eyes would tell him she knew exactly what she was doing, and it didn't bother her in the slightest what she was doing, what he might do, and how long it might take him to catch on. "Sorry, just a little parched."

Not an all together lie, but she was drinking for reasons she wouldn't explain - to tease, to make him burn and ache and yearn. Oh, she loved playing with Dork, and she was going to make him come after her, make him misbehave. If anyone could do that, she knew she had the power to do so, and it felt fucking fantastic to bask in that knowledge there.