<strong>Tagged</strong>: Alex<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Garage<br/><hr/><br/>There were so many things Aurora had wanted to yell at Alex. How the contracts were their only income until they'd win the prize. How after a tough race, the least he could do was just answer the press like any other racer did. How he could spend a few minutes and make sure the rest of them could eat, drink and stay on the move. There was little chance for her to be able to bring that up now though, as Alex had pressed his lips against hers so harshly that she had to take a step back to prevent them both from falling backwards. He didn't know his own strength.<br/><br/>Because strength he had. She knew this but was physically reminded when he grabbed her rear and effortlessly placed her body on the desk behind them. The forceful kiss continued and she had no choice but to reciprocate, nor did she have any intention to. She had realized her mistake the moment he had repeated the word 'fuck' a few times in his counter tirade. The next time, she'd wait a little longer after the race to deliver a speech to him, because she had just become his outlet of all the adrenaline and energy he hadn't spent in the last race. She could have thought of worse outcomes from their vocal exchanges though.<br/><br/>It was not like Aurora to just let Alex overpower her like that though. Her nickname was Fire and there was a good reason for it. While she paid no due attention to Alex' hands and fingers that were probably on their way to finding buttons, zippers and other weaknesses in her clothing, she did plan to use her own to let Alex feel that she wasn't going to let him take her lying down. She had already wrapped her arms around his neck the moment he lifted her up and they had remained there when he put her down again, which meant they were now in striking distance of their target. She clawed at his shirt and dug her nails into his back making sure he felt the anger that still flowed through her veins.