[It's deeply flattering, satisfying, to have such an effect on another person. And it's not as though she didn't enjoy herself, and she'd be lying if she didn't admit to being more than a little surprised at his... pliability. She hadn't expected the kiss to last as long as it did, but she was rather loathe to break it.
Her hands slide over his chest, smoothing his lapels, then up to cup his face, thumbs stroking along his jaw, wicked smile curving into a smirk.
When she answers him her voice is low, mouth still just inches from his. She almost considers lying.]
[Barry glances back over his shoulder, not seeing the guy he'd been heading toward. Which is probably good, because, uh.]
...I guess I, uh, yeah. Technically, yeah. But not, like...you know, not on purpose.
[The way she's touching him is really distracting. It shouldn't be, he knows it's all an act, but one of his hands has found her waist, and it's hard to step back. Hard to step back, hard not to lean in again—
[The most convincing acts have a little bit of truth to them.
The truth is, she's enjoying touching him. Would enjoy continuing to touch him. Would definitely enjoy pushing more of his buttons and dragging this out, whirling him in circles until he can't remember which way is up, and then vanishing without a trace, but she's not there to play with him.
Well. She's not there entirely to play with him. She's there for something shiny, and that means she should probably set him back on track.
Her smile twitches as she hums quietly, accepting his eventual answer, and explanation.
Her thumb strokes over his lips, her voice an exaggerated, sultry purr.]
Relax.
[And then she takes pity on him.]
Any sign of your mark?
[Like she hasn't just utterly sidetracked him on purpose.]
[How's he supposed to relax when she keeps touching him like that, that's what Barry would like to know. Not helpful. But he tries, he takes a breath and shifts away enough to give the room a scan.]
...yeah. I think so. Just came in.
[And just like that, he's all business, face stony as he watches the man swagger in, his jacket almost hiding the equipment underneath it.]
You see him? White dinner jacket thing. Kinda lumpy. Looks way too happy to be here.
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Her hands slide over his chest, smoothing his lapels, then up to cup his face, thumbs stroking along his jaw, wicked smile curving into a smirk.
When she answers him her voice is low, mouth still just inches from his. She almost considers lying.]
Were you going to introduce me to a cop, Barry?
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[Barry glances back over his shoulder, not seeing the guy he'd been heading toward. Which is probably good, because, uh.]
...I guess I, uh, yeah. Technically, yeah. But not, like...you know, not on purpose.
[The way she's touching him is really distracting. It shouldn't be, he knows it's all an act, but one of his hands has found her waist, and it's hard to step back. Hard to step back, hard not to lean in again—
God, focus, Barry.]
Sorry. I'm just a little on edge I guess.
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The truth is, she's enjoying touching him. Would enjoy continuing to touch him. Would definitely enjoy pushing more of his buttons and dragging this out, whirling him in circles until he can't remember which way is up, and then vanishing without a trace, but she's not there to play with him.
Well. She's not there entirely to play with him. She's there for something shiny, and that means she should probably set him back on track.
Her smile twitches as she hums quietly, accepting his eventual answer, and explanation.
Her thumb strokes over his lips, her voice an exaggerated, sultry purr.]
Relax.
[And then she takes pity on him.]
Any sign of your mark?
[Like she hasn't just utterly sidetracked him on purpose.]
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...yeah. I think so. Just came in.
[And just like that, he's all business, face stony as he watches the man swagger in, his jacket almost hiding the equipment underneath it.]
You see him? White dinner jacket thing. Kinda lumpy. Looks way too happy to be here.
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So what's the plan?
[Hopefully it doesn't involve her too much... or at least involves her in a way that won't get her arrested or dead. Or worse, hurt her reputation.
Don't try to make her look like a good guy, Barry.]