<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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">She was so very close. Oh if only she knew how little more it would take to break him and have her be the victor of this game. With all the teasing, all the sexual tension building around them with the force of mountains, he could not hold himself back from her much longer. A single slip, another half inch, would find him atop her as she squirmed beneath him. With all his thoughts he hoped that would be the case, with all his will he begged fate to have her accidentally bump him so he would fall atop her and into the fulfillment of their desire and the realization of their fantasies. Her purrs against his ear, nearly had that deal sealed before she slipped away from him in an impressive display of grace and flexibility, and ever so teasingly (And suddenly) he found himself laying upon his back with Athena straddling his thighs. <br/><br/>It took him a moment to take it all in, her words still ringing in his ears as her purred question sent sparks down his spine. Now they were an inch away again, her lips almost grazing his own yet the situation reversed, with her being the one pressuring him down rather than him taking the lead. She let her silky hair flow, and it fell like curtains surrounding his face, shielding their lips and the potential of their contact from the outside eye. His hips could not help but buck slightly, and perhaps his thighs slid up to let a single teasing grind flow against clothed pleasures, yet she sat up and straddled his knees, teasing him further by denying him what he had worked so hard for. Oh she was good, and finally a helpless grin replaced the seduced expression that had taken over his face all these moments. <br/><br/>"Yeah, <em>I'm</em> the dangerous one." He smirked and teased, slightly upset at himself that he nearly lost their little game yet much more excited that someone actually drove him the there. He watched her rise to her feet and unshield them from the world, letting a beautiful smile take over her lips as she asked him to have breakfast with her. He could not help but let out a laugh as he lay in the leaves, taking her hand gently and rising up. As one last act of retaliation, he quickly used the force of his rising to press her up against the tree trunk, taking advantage of their hands contact to corner her before she could react. Yet, he simply grinned, and moved their interlocked hands between them before he pressed his body forward, grinding both their hands respectively against their hidden arousal. <br/><br/>"I would love to go have breakfast with you." <br/><br/>He grinned, before letting go of her hand and flashing her a playful wink. </span>