PLAY THE PART | mileven

twenty one

the game started the moment she stepped back into the van and glued herself to his side.

she knew exactly what she wanted to get out of this.

the urge to make him cave first, to make him need her badly enough that he loses his mind and throws himself on her was making her toes curl in anticipation.

she started it slowly — when the group of six shared a loud laughter together, her hand dropped on his inner thigh. there was nothing inappropriate about the gesture of her hand landing there, in fact she just let it lay.

but instead of retreating it back moments later, she decided to let it linger on there. her fingers would gently stroke his thigh, making her presence known. it didn't take long for mike to be hyperaware of her touch because once he gulped and slightly shifted on his seat, she knew that she was doing something right.

that was when the first grin of triumph painted her lips.

her teasing didn't contain anything overly sexual, mostly because they were next to their friends, but she would try to get him heated up differently.

she kept her eye-contact with him when he talked with her, leaned a little closer when she was laughing at something he said or would look at his lips for split seconds for him to notice.

she wasn't sure how much all of this would actually affect him but based on the troubled expressions that flash through his face whenever she was doing any of those things, she can only assume that it must make him feel something at last.

and, so, it went on until the group decided to sleep over at a motel for the night and continue their ride the next day. mike and el didn't argue this time when they were put in the same room.

all of them agreed on going to the motel bar for a couple drinks after settling themselves into their rooms, shaking the road-trip feeling off and then relax themselves for the rest of the night until they have to sleep and get going again.

for el, this was the perfect opportunity to use their privacy to her advantage.

they set their bags on a desk of the little motel room, not bothering to take their clothes out. she threw him a quick glance over her shoulder and saw how he was stretching his arms.

she repressed a grin, copying his actions by stretching her arms up. a little sigh escaped her mouth when she noticed how exhausted she actually felt from the long drive.

while being turned away from him, she grasped the hem of her sweater and took it off — leaving herself in a bra only as she searched for something to trade the sweater with.

her back was turned to him but she could feel his eyes boring in her skin.

her hands grasped a new bottle of perfume that she had packed, applying it on her neck.

"hey, mike." she called out for him, walking in his direction while keeping her eye-contact with him. she only stopped to stand when she was directly in front of him, there was a hungry glint in his eyes. "can you tell me what you think of this?"

she pushed her short hair behind her ears, exposing a lot more of her neck to him as she tilted her head invitingly.

he raised his eyebrows. "new perfume?"

she nodded her head. "never tried it on before."

a small, breathy laugh escaped his mouth, almost like he could decipher her game and tricks. he didn't say that aloud though, instead, he anchored a hand around her waist and brought the other one to her jaw to cradle it.

he tilted her head a little more, holding her steadily as he leaned closer. he was agonizingly slow in his movements, his breath was fanning over her skin like a warm breeze of wind on a summer day.