Cole seemed to approve of her scars, something that had made her self conscious. "Beautiful" women weren't supposed to have stab wounds, after all. Granted, she had never considered herself beautiful to begin with, so there had never been any real harm of being a fighter instead of a lover. Tonight, however, the red head was letting go of that philosophy, at least for now. His nod was both encouraging and reassuring. That was the name of the game wasn't it? Keeping him happy? As long as he liked what he saw, he'd be happy then, right?<br/><br/>Fingers traced over the fox then, making her hum in appreciation. Cole mentioned that the tattoos "liked" each other and she smirked. "Do they?" Lyra wasn't quite sure what he meant by that. Still, it really didn't matter as a knuckle was drug over the bumps of her vertebra. A quick movement and the back strap of her bra was undone, he was quite experienced in this. The expression on his face was priceless as she showed off the fruits of his labor. So he wasn't always so cool and composed, was he? She giggled lightly, pleased with the result, even if she didn't move directly to his open arms.<br/><br/>He followed suit removing his shoes before answering her question. It made her blush and look away, but her attention was soon recaptured as he climbed on top of her. The detective lay there, emerald pools practically glowing as they searched his blues. He lifted her legs and she willingly allowed it, getting into a better position for what was to come. His cold grin made a shiver run down her spine. What was he thinking, really? "And I think you're full of shit, Cole Reider."<br/><br/>He was quick to undo the button and the zipper followed shortly after. Lyra couldn't help herself, biting her lower lip teasingly. His expression was perfect, and the overall tone had grown increasingly exciting. If this kept up, she knew she wouldn't be disappointed in his performance. It meant she would have to work doubly hard so he wouldn't be, either. The last thing Lyra wanted is for him to be left wanting after their first encounter. Lord knew what he would do if he was.<br/><br/>Her feet were now towards the ceiling, knees bound by her own jeans. The look in her widened eyes said it all, this was she wanted. The question now became what kind of lover would he be? If he wasn't careful she could just as easily turn on him, he couldn't show her any weakness in this situation. Though, somehow Lyra highly doubted that was something she would have to worry about. Cole liked being in control, and it was unlikely he'd change that here in the bedroom. His touch was addictive, fingers stroking the now bare flesh of her ass. She knew what was coming before he even moved, breath catching in her throat.<br/><br/>His palm connected, illiciting a sharp cry as nails dug into the sheets around them. Back arched slightly as the red head's lips let out a soft moan. She looked up at him, eyes flashing in lust and ecstasy. Her whole demeanor had shifted once more, as if he had awakened some long dormant desire. "Oh? Is this how we're going to play? Surely you can do better than that." Lyra teased, her voice dripping with seduction. Biting her lower lip, she watched his expression carefully. If he didn't approve of the teasing she change tactics. Of course she was truly hoping he'd take this as an invitation to go further.