After the intimacy of her narrow throat in his hand and her terrified blues truly seeing his darkness for the first time, he was almost disappointed to when she turned away from his touch. It was to be expected, he supposed - even perfect Emma would require some adjustment. Wouldn't it be a fairy tale, though, if she saw her place at once? It was laughable, but it was also a very attractive thought. More obstinate now, but at least she wasn't livid. Emma who'd made a fortune in imaginary chips on imaginary games knew to play along.<br/><br/>Despite the hardness of her ready muscles, she let him handle her. Her skin was warmed from her struggle, and he could feel the heat and condensation on it where his hand was, below. He'd rather try her right away, sample his bride now, but that would be a disservice to both of them. She would be misserable and exhausted, which would take her through the night without the full weight of lonliness and despair, and he would give her the chance to pull a ruse over his eyes. No. He wouldn't be a very good husband if he indulged without giving her the chance to learn. At least he could savor her tautly drawn self when tensed at his fingers so close to her virtue.<br/><br/>At this null distance she looked hurt, and that was touching - a proof, if he needed one, that he'd been effective in opening up her heart before tonight. The room filled with eventualities, and sliding-door instances where he might have lived somewhere else, and her conventional choice of romance might have had a chance, after he'd stolen her from Laurent and his lack of apprechiation. Marlon let her go despite the beautiful testament on her features. She didn't allow him to reach her lip, and he allowed her that choice. He'd soothe her soon enough.<br/><br/>The attitude that flared in her with her eyes averted burnt something dark in him. This was the kind of rebellion he'd have to switch out of Teija sometimes. This was exactly the kind of thing she should not indulge in. He had to let these fires over his nerves run their course. It would be out of place to bend her over his lap now. Still, his fingers tugged a little to the side, spreading her intimate folds just a little, so she'd know there was a reaction to her behavior. He felt new belief in her wash that anger away when she gave her verbal agreement. It was a pretty image, the one of her here alone, and still not wearing her underwear. That kind of obedience is a badge.<br/><br/>She was in a hurry off him, and his hand felt cold without her. This night couldn't have ended in any other way. No kiss for you, Marlon. He smiled like a disappointed father at the foot of his sulking daughter's bed. Too often that likeness was accurate. He'd have to lead her for quite some time yet. Some amusement lived in his eyes then, when she looked beyond him at the corridor. She didn't require another catch, and stayed where she was on the mattress because his Emma was smart. Worth all his efforts to train her.<br/><br/>"Very well." he said and then touched the collar of his shirt. Denim, because it was easier to wear around the commune, but black, because he had flare, even when his environment didn't. The way he kept his eyes on her, and the suggestion of her being taken here, would she think the worst? Would he have pretended at being fair only to change his mind and pry her legs apart and have at her, after all? He'd not shown his worth as her owner yet, she was allowed to have those doubts. Marlon moved closer on his knees as the denim parted over his chest and stomach, revealing svelte muscles and a broad frame in a narrow design. He had been told by other's wives that he was beautiful. He believed he was handsome enough to turn someone unwilling into a moaning mess. He was assured he fucked better than any male in their collection. But that wasn't for tonight.<br/><br/>Whethere she dreamed nightmares on what this all suggested, he pulled his shirt off completely, and rumpled it in his hands as the sinew drew hard on his arms. Then he exstended the article to her. "Take it." he ordered. His scent, like she really was an animal that he was coming to own. In the colder hours, when he'd pull the temperature down in the room, even if she did wear her boxers, this would be her only refuge against the chill. Humans need a little more finery, but they are animals, too. If she did not relieve him from the shirt, he'd simply move forward, like a storm from the sea, and loom over her and repeat his neigh suggestion. It would be the last chance the beautiful girl and woman-to-be had before his hand would be around her taunting throat again. And Emma would be too smart to refuse to take it, then.<br/><br/>"Goodnight." he'd say, but it would be all the same in this room without stars or moons. A last look of his bare chested designs before he stood and left her, locking the door thoroughly. He left her with all her ghosts and all of the uncertainty of her situation. And the lamp above, protected by bars. He did not plan to check on her for at least half a day's worth of hours, but would listen to her complains if he felt like it. If she said his name.<br/><br/>He'd find Teija in whatever room she chose to lounge in. Full of dominant dreams and without a shirt, he might be rousing, even to the usually empty-hearted addict. He'd never thought Teija lacked in glory, the way she looked. It was fast becoming his tastes, actually, the ones who wore their damage in their eyes and in their ragged. When he did come across her in his house, he'd roll his eyes and wave her over, unbuttoning the first thing on his jeans, and expecting her to come and help. "I see you've given fuck-shit about cleaning again." he muttered, not really caring, shadows under his eyes and an intent to have her without much ado. "You want some pills?" he asked, to give incentive to his useless pretty. Like a father indeed, with the lock to the candy cabinet. He half-wished she wouldn't be amicable about listening. There was a lot of violence in him today, and Ariela was most likely sleeping close to Neda. Teija and her working nerves would have to do.