<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Athena Stargazer-Smith<br/><strong>Position:</strong>PhD Student/Beginning Divination Professor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Amsterdam Restaurant<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rome<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes28-1.jpg (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes28-1.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Winning was the furthest thing from Athena's mind. All that was left in her mind was him, the scent and taste of his skin under her lips and teeth, the feel of chest pressing against her own, and his hands. His hands guiding her, shifting her so that she straddled him, her body facing him, his hands on the curves that rolled to continue taunting him, but at her new angle she pressed down, taunting him with more than her ass.<br/><br/>A voice in the back of her head said she should stop, tried to remind her that they were in public, but she quickly gagged it!<br/><br/>Against his neck her teeth sunk slightly deeper, sucking gently at the pulse her mouth hovered over, while one arm slid around his shoulders, and a hand slid into his hair, gripping it gently, but firmly at the same time, holding his head where she wanted it while she left her mark on his flesh. If she'd been thinking clearly she wouldn't have done it, at least not someplace that couldn't be more easily covered, but he brought out something darker in her, something primal, and pushed the desire to mark her territory.<br/><br/>Suddenly pulling her head back, a gasp parted her lips and she stared down at him, her eyes like molten fire, the smirk on her lips dark and somehow promising that if he didn't wrest control from her, she'd keep it for herself and he could ride out the consequences! Her voice, when she leaned forward to all growl in his ear, was throaty and as demanding as the rolling of her hips that pressed the core of her body against the hard length of him underneath him, taunting him with words, and flesh so close he could feel the heat of her, "Are you sure you can't push back Rome? Are you yielding so easily then?