<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">That damn smirk. Her brown eyes narrowed even though her heart fluttered and her stomach twisted. That look always got her, but she was mad and wasn't going to let it work this time. No! He wouldn't take her seriously if she just melted each time he cracked one of those. She had to stand up for herself. Tori wasn't going to let him roll her over. She kept her eyes on him, saw as they looked over her, she could feel the way HIS shirt clung to her, every curve and dip. She could only imagine how she looked...what he saw. What he thought. No wonder he was smirking.<br/>
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Was he even listening to her!? His gaze looked like he wasn't. In and out with no realization of what she was saying. It reminded her of some guys back at home. In through their empty heads and out the other side. They were all the same! She wanted to yell 'are you even listening' but she didn't. She continued on her rant. At some point something had to stick, right?</span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)"><span style="font-size: 12px"> He wasn't hopeless...she hadn't thought so anyway. <br/>
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Her finger pressed into him and she wanted to throw her hands up. Now he was listening!? It took that for him to see her? She was getting more annoyed by the moment. She was ready to just give up and storm out. To where? She didn't know. Obviously he wasn't taking her home. She should have raised another question or got her worried about why that was. For some reason it hadn't. Maybe he had her too wound up.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><span style="font-size: 12px">His hand was warm. For a moment she could only see Pan and Cyrus in bed together and the touch made her flush more. What was worse was imagining her in the mix and she felt her stupid heart flutter again! Pan was winning and she knew it. </span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"No one had to tell me <i>Pan. </i>I can see it.</span>" But boy was she wrong. Women were creatures of mass confusion and chaos all wrapped in a pretty shell. A cosmic mess on the inside. Ecko was just the same. Maybe that's why the two seemed to not be able to meet and a point of...being nice. Or Ecko for that matter. Two woman around was probably enough.</span></span><br/>
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There it was. Pan had her. It was faster than she could react and a startled gasp came from her. Her hand pressed against his chest as she laid beneath him. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">Pan</span>." Her voice caught as she stared up, that look before of seriousness was wiped clear off her face. She was melting to his touch and a quiet whimper escaped her, one that caused her to bite her bottom lip as his hand moved down her side and rested on her hip. Damn him! How was he suppose to take her seriously if he could so easily turn the table on her.</span></span><br/>
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Her eyes dilated as they stared at each other. He was closer than ever and his breath tickled her ear, her teeth scrapped her lip as it was released. Holding back on that quiet moan as he said she was his. It made her heart beat heavily against her chest and her thighs pressed against each other. Her hand was still against his chest, finger tips and palm pressed until her fingers curled.<br/>
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Her head tilted as she looked to him, her nose brushing against the side of his face as she spoke...or tried to but no words came from her as her lips parted. She was caught in him, her thoughts fizzled out as if the anger she had moments ago had deflated into nothing. He hadn't done a thing to her, yet he had done so much. She felt like he was dangling her. </span></span></span>