A soft moan finally escaped her, as he knelt behind her, his tongue taking along swipe across her folds. She stared at the wall as he strutted from the bathroom, knuckles white on the bar she held on to.<em>You win this time, Roe..</em>she thought, taking a deep breath to steel herself, before she followed him into the bedroom, eyeing him suspiciously, calculatingly. What to do, what to do? "Take what you want for it," She replied to his question "Just not the red top or any of my jeans, please. The rest are expendable." She added.<br/><br/>She sat on the bed, instead of approaching him, watch him filter through her bureau, thinking wicked thoughts, and plotting wicked things to do to him in his pendant form. He suggested against coffee? He never said anything against chocolate though. That slow, evil smiled slid across her featured, and her jaw dipped as she watched him from beneath her lashes, braced on her elbows on the bed.