<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"></span><div class="floatleft">(http://s13.postimage.org/tbe7h5cgz/007.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Rome Ivos Dotson.<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Defense against the Dark Arts Professor. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Forest.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Athena. <br/><br/></span><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">The amount of fun Rome was actually having was something unprecedented, never having experienced such a teasing joy with a woman before. No woman had challenged him so vigirously before, no woman ever taunted him enough and made him chase and hunt down his goal like a lion fighting for a mate until his victory paid off. She seemed to know how to click every nerve, and press every button that excited him and yet kept him at bay, something all the women before her had failed to do. <br/><br/>She was only a single move away. If he would just press forward half an inch his lips would touch her own. One more inch and his body would have pinned hers in the most lustful and desirable of positions. Yet that would just mean that she was another one of the easy women who proved no challenge. No, that would not be her. He would chase her down and relish every tease, every flirt, every touch of skin that forshadows vicious passion. He wanted it all. In a way, he had her enthralled, with his teasing matching hers, with his body teasing hers and watching her own react to his advances, leaving her will power alone to challenge him further and stop him. In another way, she had him around her finger too, since she could stop him with a single word, yet waits until he is seconds away from catching her before speaking them. Oh it was torture, but the most pleasurable kind. <br/><br/>It was time for another move, and in this chase there was no room for back peddling. Only bolder and bolder moves until success is grasped. His wicked grin returned to his lips just as her words ended, captivating her all over again. "A figurine would not keep me away for long if my desire was <em>you</em>...it would not hold such strong emotion." He smirked a little devilishly, letting her snap her teeth which nearly broke his concentration. The moment she did, he inched forward and almost seemed to lose control and make his move, but he caught himself. Something about the action was just taunting enough that she almost won their game, but oh he was prepared for her. <br/><br/>Before his spoke the last words of his turn, he leaned his head a tiny bit forward and to the side, as if to kiss her. Yet, he paused when his lips just touched the bare minimum, and his grin returned. With every word, his lips brushed against her own. "But if I let an amulet beat me, well then I have no right to proclaim that I am as good as I said, do I." he teased his rhetorical question, his body angling itself so it pressured her own without even touching her. The slightest slip would have him land atop her, if she would just touch his hand and send him falling. </span>