<em>Oh? Feisty little thing, aren't you?</em>Marco allowed his mouth to be parted, and began wrestling his tongue against hers, tasting the same salt water on her as she did on him. He then picked her up bridal style once again, still kissing her, and carrying her over to the bed. Laying her down gently, he looked right at her and said softly, "So that was the result of your game; I think it's my turn to choose a game, yes?"<br/><br/>A hand gently traced her face, the physical contact not mirroring the cruelty of the heart behind it.