Toxic Impulse ⁕

three.

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Quick warning: Full on intimate scene ahead! No filter. I don't know why I'm putting a warning because if you made it this far (which is not that far) you must've read the AN in the beginning. Therefore, you shouldn't be too surprised right?

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Astraea stepped inside with Hale in tow. There were five black buttons lined up horizontally, all of them unmarked. She pressed the second to last. The doors came to a close as it began its ascent. Her hands still engrossed his while she stared ahead. She felt his gaze but her eyes remained away.

The elevator came to a soft halt and the doors soon separated. Hale turned his attention towards the opening as Astraea began to exit. She led him inside while the doors shut behind him.

The room was massive, with a modernized design. The floors were an ebony wood which transitioned to an ivory carpet towards the middle of the room. The walls were coated in a deep ebony brown; some sections almost pitch black. To the right of them was a small bar with white lights that glowed within the counters and walls of the bar. The middle of the room was accompanied with three long black couches, surrounded by four large wooden pillars perfectly placed.

There was an electric fireplace engraved in the wall. It was turned off for there would be no need for it tonight. And at the far end of the room were great windows with a small dining area near the left end of them. Astraea raised her hand towards the wall near her and flicked a switch. Instantly, lights that hung from the ceiling burnished the room with a dim-white glow. They had a square shaped covering which complimented the modern design.

Hale's eyes studied the room, marveling in its immaculate and refined structure. Astraea glanced up at him with a smile, she knew he was impressed, although she assumed he wasn't a stranger to this kind of set up. For a moment she let go of his hand and headed towards the bar.

"Drink?" she asked. She walked to the back of the bar and contemplated on which bottle.

He grinned, eyeing her with heat filled eyes. "I'm not so thirsty right now...well, for that at least."

Her search for a bottle stopped and she glanced at him. "Likewise," she said, walking over to him, "formalities and all." She smirked. Once they were close enough he dipped his head towards her and their lips willingly reunited.

She reached up and rubbed her fingers through his soft mahogany locks and pressed her chest against his. She felt strong hands exploring her back, gripping her close as their kiss intensified. Her tongue slithered out of her mouth, this time being the one to poke against his.

Almost instantly he welcomed her with his own. Their tongues doing a slow dance as they brushed and glided around each other.

A low moan trailed from her lips, breathing into his mouth. She brought her hands up to his chest and gently started pushing him back. She continued to step forward, making him walk backwards as they remained deeply involved with their mouths.

The wooden floors made a thudding sound from the thickness of her heel until a sudden silence. She felt a soft and fluffiness transition beneath her boots and knew she had reached her intended destination.

With closed eyes she fell more into his kiss, relishing in the way his stubbles brushed against her smooth chin. To many women that may feel scratchy and irritant, but each brush sent strange tingles down her neck.