<strong>Ammon in the Baths</strong><br/><br/>When Ryann suddenly sprung, he'd expected a lot of things but not for her to go for his hair. Once she grasped hold, he knew what'd follow next and would lean his head further down so that she knocked his forehead into her own. Shaking his head lightly for a moment before he pushed her back into the wall hard with his forearm. It felt like his forehead was ringing, he hadn't expected her to have that tough of a skull. Looking down into Ryann's eyes, his breathing came somewhat raggedly as he whispered in a heated growl<strong>"That...was cute. Now what should I do with you?"</strong><br/><br/>She looked like absolute perfection, and the most striking thing about her. At least in Ammon's eyes currently was she didn't fear him. She was definitely tense, but he wasn't able to place what it was. Dragging his lips slowly over the side of her face, he placed them gingerly to her cheek and chuckled<strong>"I think...killing you, at least right away would be a waste...I'm always in the mood for romance after a fight."</strong>With that he hungrily shoved his lips to hers, attempting to claim her in a passionate yet exceedingly rough kiss.