<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames' Residence<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Greg Eames<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Flirting<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She grinned as his eyes moved over her body, and took the opportunity to look him over in return.  The bit of silver in his scruff and the handsomely ruffled look of his hair was wildly appealing, not to mention those big, masculine hands.  Tae had a bit of a hand fetish, and she wasn't the least bit ashamed of it.  She loved the feel of a rough hand on her delicate skin, or fisted in her hair, or closing around her slender neck.  The thought of fingers being shoved into her mouth, or spreading her open, all of it just sent intense tingles through her lower abdomen.  Watching Greg's hand lower to put his glass on the dresser, her tongue absently curled to touch the tip against the center of her upper lip.<br/><br/>"I bet you give good spankings, huh?"<br/><br/>She flashed a mischievous grin, and shifted her position on the bed, bouncing a bit as she knelt on the edge and faced him, eyes flashing.  "I'm still<em>kind of</em>hidden, Mr. Eames.  I mean, all the best bits of me, anyhow."  She glanced down at her lap, hands teasing the hem of her skirt up slightly on her parted thighs.  Looking back up, she bit her bottom lip, her teeth looking especially white against the black stain that coverd her mouth.  "I should have guessed you weren't much for secrets...given the windows.  I don't bother hiding much either.  People mostly only hide what they're ashamed of, and I've been told on numerous occasions that I have no shame."