<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Her dark gaze smouldered as it drifted down to the mistletoe in Goodman's hand. But it wasn't from jealousy. She didn't know him well enough for that, no, it was from the curious spike in sexual energy that her Unseelie Fae half sensed. Her eyes flashed with a violet light, her movements becoming more mesmerizing, more sensual as she made her way from the kitchen and into the living room.<br/>
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Deep down, she knew it wasn't a good idea. It was a very bad idea. She almost always avoided physical contact for a reason. King teased her sometimes, sure but she had known him long enough and he knew most of the reasons why she avoided social interactions. <br/>
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"Are you sure about this, Goodman?" She inquired, closing the distance between them almost like a lethal predator stalking it's prey. Her head tilting as she asked the question. She reached up and very lightly placed her hand against the center of his chest, rising up on the toes of her boots ever so slightly.<br/>
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"Sometimes a simple kiss just isn't enough. Dealing with Queen Mab and her people you should know that." </span></span>