He noticed when she stepped back. It wasn't like he couldn't see her weary when they were left alone. Sometimes he came home to change his clothes, and if she was in the house and Bryce wasn't, he would wrap up the chit chat as quickly as he could to head out again. It wasn't really anything they talked about, they didn't talk about much at all, actually, unless it was somewhat mediated by her boyfriend. It was a little liberating now, looking her over, having decided to have a taste.<br/><br/>He found it odd now, why he'd walked circles around her. Good girl, keeping her head down and working hard. She didn't know what other things there were in life than some light-weight contraband and the vanilla games Bryce played with her in the bedroom. Maybe Scott had been rude not to take care of her before, fucking the daylights out of other girls and putting her face on them. She was just walking around, a perfectly good playmate, shorts and all, and he'd been stuck on some old world shit that she belonged to Bryce.<br/><br/>The sports bra took some fun out it for him, but he liked the way she fidgeted and got her shirt back. Before her caution had made him skittish, but now it looked delicious. She still trusted him, didn't know things had changed. It was her own fault. They had mistaken him for a sheep dog when he'd been a wolf all along. He tsk-ed with some disappointment when her shirt slid from his pinch. At least she was agreeing to hang. This wasn't going to be a chill Friday with rolls and tv and good food.<br/><br/>He came closer to make up for her steps back, and pulled his jacket off. There was ink on his left arm too, a few black stories, images and shadows. Some red sprinkled in there. He knew a girl with crosses on her cheekbone who made time for him in her chair if he shot her up and fucked her. She was a favorite, because she was a screamer and an artist. "I got some new shit." he said and threw the jacket to the side, black eyes into her verdant. He caught a gleam off her lip ring and thought it was the prettiest metal he'd ever seen.<br/><br/>He flexed his lips, dropping his jaw wide and tested the stretch of his mouth, like a lion yawning to casually show teeth. At this distance, his face close to hers, it almost looked like he was getting ready to eat her. His brand of courting was primal, letting her subconscious know she was hunted. That put some dew between legs before. "It'll fuck you up, little girl." he said with an open grin without a joke in his eyes. His finger came up to tap on her temple, so she'd know her graymatter might not be able to take it. The density of the mood between them was getting critical, just as he liked it. He licked all the way around his maw and laughed to dispel some of the atmosphere for her. "Lighten up, Bay." he suggested and shrugged to the side, completing the turn. The athletic details of his vast shoulders were recanted in shadows from their cheap lighting as he started for his room, tank-top clinging. "Get on the couch and wait." It was more domineering than his usual tone. Bryce certainly didn't talk to her like this. She'd been a princess for too long.<br/><br/>He came back down the stairs with heavy feet, confident and ominous, but still with that playful lightness to his shoulders. He'd move quickly to the back of the couch, where she'd hopefully be, joint already burning in a corner of that big mouth. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around her, if she was there, and said with smoke into her ear. "Hey, sorry it took some time." it hadn't even been two minutes. They still had some pretense of their old friendship between them, but if she decided not to trust that and struggle, he'd apply pressure and keep her sitting while his other hand plucked the stick from his mouth, poked it at her lips. If she took it he'd watch her suck the paper.<br/><br/>And if she hadn't gotten to the cushions like a good girl, he'd simply wave the roll between his fingers like a light in the night to attract her once he'd gotten to the first floor again.