Even just the touch of her skin beneath his fingers has his memory flooding with images of the previous night. It causes digits to sink into her flesh and kisses to be returned with more fevor. “That’s a dangerous attitude Ms. Davis” he teases, leading her closer to the wall. “You know this room has a lot of history in it.”
Ms. Davis. FORMAL – yes, but not coming from his lips. There’s something intimate about it – playful – & it’s nice to see the sort of lightness from a man often shrouded in the dark. “What’s wrong with a little danger, Mr. Wayne ??” she counters, back hitting the wall with a light thud, “How about we make some history of our OWN.”
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