[ Ana's tone is teasing despite the reprimand: she's feeling indulgent. The kiss is permitted; she even tilts her head to allow access, her long unbraided dark hair falling over one shoulder. She wraps fingers around his wrist, trails her other hand up an arm, tracing the lines of corded muscle, her thumb brushing the crook of his elbow. Then she switches direction, her fingers creeping lower till she's toying with his belt buckle. ]
How about this. Ask me for something, and I'll decide if you deserve it.
[ She deliberately leaves the question wide open, almost threateningly vague. A challenge he can put his brilliant tactical mind to. Or perhaps he'll flounder, the Strike Commander thrown off his game. Either way could be fun for both of them. ]
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[ Ana's tone is teasing despite the reprimand: she's feeling indulgent. The kiss is permitted; she even tilts her head to allow access, her long unbraided dark hair falling over one shoulder. She wraps fingers around his wrist, trails her other hand up an arm, tracing the lines of corded muscle, her thumb brushing the crook of his elbow. Then she switches direction, her fingers creeping lower till she's toying with his belt buckle. ]
How about this. Ask me for something, and I'll decide if you deserve it.
[ She deliberately leaves the question wide open, almost threateningly vague. A challenge he can put his brilliant tactical mind to. Or perhaps he'll flounder, the Strike Commander thrown off his game. Either way could be fun for both of them. ]