The tour was fairly uneventful after the showstopper of a backyard. A lot of white walls with tasteful boring Ikea furniture. It was all nice just boring. It lacked them. That's part of what she wanted, an empty canvas everyone could add to. The tour ended where it began and suddenly Martin was leading Sarah away without a backwards word. Scar couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up out of her. He was going to take some getting used to. Her gaze then lofted to Pucks his own grin mirroring the happy bubbly feeling within her. He spoke and she laughed again a soft giggle this time, " Just couldn't wait I guess." She remarked though her tone was suggestive. "Leaves us the rest of the place to play in." She said nodding in agreement to his word, please that they were on the same page.<br/><br/>Tease of a man that he was, Scar closed her eyes for the kiss she'd been expecting only to receive a sweet little kiss on the cheek. It was nice but not quiet the mood she was feeling right at this second. He then immediately threw himself against the wall and played her helpless victim. She laughter then, but it wasn't her bright happy laughter, this was something dark and sensuous. "Well that depend on you doesn't it?" She asked her tone teasing as she joined him at the wall pinning his arms as if she was really holding him there while rubbing herself against him.<br/><br/>"Are you going to be a good prisoner?" she asked looking up at him with a sly alluring grin before claiming his lips with her own and kissing him before he had the time to respond. She slipped her tongue past his lips and tangled it with his in a dance that could be highly erotic in its own right. She gave a soft moan against his lips as she urged his hands higher and really rolled her body against him rubbing her hardened nipples against his chest in a way that sent little sparks of pleasure racing through her blood. One more short heated kiss and she was pulling back slightly humming in pleasure. Her hands slide down his arms to the elbow and unless he resisted he'd find his arms held out at his side's. She slide her hands up up the rest of his arms and down his chest taking her time as she keeled in front on him. Her hands slide down to his pants, agile fingers working on the button and in a moment they were undone. Scar tilted her head up then, a sinful look of delight alive on her face. "Don't move love, or I might have to punish you for being a bad prisoner." She said with wicked grin before sliding her hand into his pants and slowly teasing her fingers along the length of his cock..