#(PSSSH DON'T LISTEN TO HER SHE DON'T KNOW NOTHIN'.)

[red-hemlock]

"Miss me, dollface?"

@criminalroyalty

There's purpose in the way that she approaches him. A gait that wafts predatory pursuit, and bleeds red with intent. The cat meeting the canary cornered. Yet her face is the likeness of marble, until she reaches him.

Fingertips first. A tentative touch smoothing into a palm that rides the expanse of his chest up, and against the silk of that dumb expensive tie he loves so much. Tobias Samuels... How did he find her? Why did he find her, and what did he want now? Ever the presser of her buttons. Ever the shadow at her back and mind.

So silken cloth winds meticulous: one, two, three, before digits coil themselves a nice taut grip. Surprise. The touch of her chuckle on his cheek is soft, clashing with the way she drags him in; and warm as the thrill that sets her nerves alight.

// I did. //

"...Like the world's worst hernia, 'darling'."

#River: “Gawd ur the literal pain in my ass Tobuttass ew gross.” >:P #(PSSSH DON'T LISTEN TO HER SHE DON'T KNOW NOTHIN'.) #(I MISSED HIM. AND I MISSED YOU TOO BRO-SKIIIII!!! SORRY THIS IS LITERALLY A MILLION YEARS LATE. D8 ) #criminalroyalty