[ she barely moves as he closes in on her, his lion to her lamb, but for marta the fact she doesn't shrink away is strength in itself. nevermind that the muscle along her jaw twitches, nevermind that her throat struggles around a swallow as he purposefully tries to lead her guilty mind to its guillotine.
when he smirks and shatters all pretenses, marta isn't surprised. but she's not nearly skilled enough to hide the flicker of — something — flutter through her expression, before she's gritting her teeth around a grimace in the wake of it. ]
Pretty sure I'm the only one.
[ then she's shoving a hand in his face to assert dominance get some of her personal space back. there's no time for — this, whatever this is. he may not be dying, but her coming here out of concern hadn't been completely off, so she'll slide back to the areas she's more familiar with.
no subject
when he smirks and shatters all pretenses, marta isn't surprised. but she's not nearly skilled enough to hide the flicker of — something — flutter through her expression, before she's gritting her teeth around a grimace in the wake of it. ]
Pretty sure I'm the only one.
[ then she's shoving a hand in his face to
assert dominanceget some of her personal space back. there's no time for — this, whatever this is. he may not be dying, but her coming here out of concern hadn't been completely off, so she'll slide back to the areas she's more familiar with.she gestures towards his bed. ]
Show me.
[ wait. ]
Your back.
[ wait. ]
And put some pants on, por dios!