Well, that was certainly unexpected.  Claire expected to be pushed away and told she was crazy or drunk or both.  What she did not expect was him to pull her closer and kiss her harder.  Her grip tightened on the handful of the shirt she was holding onto as she leaned into him, He was just as irritated as she was if the intensity of the kiss was anything to judge by.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath when they finally broke apart, her chest heaving against his.  Her eyes narrowed as he spoke even though he was agreeing with her.  "Fuck yeah I am," she managed to get out before mutual hate brought their mouths back together.  She hissed as his teeth closed on her lip and pulled.  The natural reaction was simply to lean into him more.  He was taller than her, broader too, but he also had a bum leg.  Claire took one step forward then another until he was backed up against the bed.<br/><br/>Claire pulled her lip from his teeth then nipped at his bottom lip.  Then, without warning, she pulled away just enough so she could rip his shirt over his head and toss it carelessly to the floor.  Before he could protest, their bodies were touching again, bare skin to bare skin, her breasts pushed firmly against his chest.  One hand tangled in his hair and tugged as she nuzzled into the side of his neck.  She was gentle at first, a few soft kisses and teasing passes of her tongue.<br/><br/>But she was still frustrated with his behavior and attitude and she intended to take it out on him.<br/><br/>"Do you want to fuck me, Mark?  Hmmm?"  she purred the words into his ear as she continued to kiss along his neck toward his ear.  "Or maybe you want me to fuck you?  We wouldn't want to make your leg hurt after all..."<br/><br/>That was when she bit him.  Not too hard, not enough to make break the skin or make him bleed, but just enough to cause a quick little flash of pain.  It wouldn't last long though.  Claire wasn't a complete bitch.  She used her tongue to soothe away the sting as she waited to see what he wanted.