He knew the body language; the shouldn't-have-said-that posture and the deflecting, the insistence that he leave, that he had a point to prove with that little tirade. It would be easy to push her more, get her to lash out, lose control, because she had all this control over herself and it was sickening, like the clean house and the insistence on being good, but that just wasn't the gameplan for tonight.
He made a mild, thoughtful noise in the back of his throat and shrugged on his jacket. No, there'd be no point in pushing her right now; it'd just pop all the nails that he'd driven into her right back out. That wouldn't do.
He instead slouched up behind her, leaning in to just barely push against that very-wide personal boundary of hers, placing his hands on her shoulders lightly - easy to brush off. Women were so scared of men. It was ridiculous what he knew about this kind of position. Can't take any of the power away when they're like this, or else she'll stab him with a stiletto.
"Then never let it," he drawled, voice low as he gave up on being so soft on her and leaned in just enough to smell the shampoo she used, "If you want control - and oh, this is always my advice, but it's good advice, sugar, don't let the mouth that feeds it to you change your opinion - if you want it, take it."
A pause.
"Eucalyptus, huh? Took you for more of a, uh, fruit kinda gal."
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Date: 2009-05-06 02:58 am (UTC)He knew the body language; the shouldn't-have-said-that posture and the deflecting, the insistence that he leave, that he had a point to prove with that little tirade. It would be easy to push her more, get her to lash out, lose control, because she had all this control over herself and it was sickening, like the clean house and the insistence on being good, but that just wasn't the gameplan for tonight.
He made a mild, thoughtful noise in the back of his throat and shrugged on his jacket. No, there'd be no point in pushing her right now; it'd just pop all the nails that he'd driven into her right back out. That wouldn't do.
He instead slouched up behind her, leaning in to just barely push against that very-wide personal boundary of hers, placing his hands on her shoulders lightly - easy to brush off. Women were so scared of men. It was ridiculous what he knew about this kind of position. Can't take any of the power away when they're like this, or else she'll stab him with a stiletto.
"Then never let it," he drawled, voice low as he gave up on being so soft on her and leaned in just enough to smell the shampoo she used, "If you want control - and oh, this is always my advice, but it's good advice, sugar, don't let the mouth that feeds it to you change your opinion - if you want it, take it."
A pause.
"Eucalyptus, huh? Took you for more of a, uh, fruit kinda gal."