Astrid reveled in the affect she had on Goodfellow. She loved the huskiness in his voice and the look in him eye, even more she loved that it was her that was the cause.<br/><br/>The door pressed against her back, imprisoning her as he slowly advanced on her. The way he moved with such athletic grace, and complete confidance reminded her fleetingly of a jaguar stalking it pray. For whatever reason she found the imagry pleasing.<br/><br/>"They  get the horns?" she asked teasingly as he pressed his big body against her pinning her inescapably againts the door. A flash of instinct told her to fight and run that she crushed, fleetingly she wondered how long that fear and anger would live with her.<br/><br/>He slipped the keys from her fingertips  and she dug her fingertips into his shirt holding on to him even as he bent his head down to kiss her. She caught a look of fire in his eyes before his kiss overwhelmed her. As was becoming a trend between them Astrid lost herself to Goodfellow.<br/><br/>She clung to him as they kissed and if she weren't pressed between the door and his body she'd have to wonder how she was still standing. Fire raced threw her body and she growned into the kiss she returned with feverish abandon.