Strwbrriees
She wasn't the type to back down. In fact she had very little notion of it really. It was just who she was. Standing her ground was never a question, it was a given. To her, even now, as a man well over 6 feet tall weighing close to 200 pounds stood looming over her, he was looked upon equally to that of a house cat... or worse, a puppy. So understandably, it was no surprise to him that when he took a long step towards her any fleeting thought or lingering instinct to scoot back seriously never occurred to her.
But he already knew that.
And he thanked the stars for that.
Because she was far to beautiful, and they were all to alone, and she was so blissfully unaware of her strong little habit.
He had far to many reasons to be thankful right then, as he was planning on taking full advantage of that cute, infuriating habit, with all the intentions of taking advantage of her, and she was completely none-the-wiser, practically radiating trust that he would do her no wrong, no harm.
So he looked her straight in the eyes and gently pushed her shoulders so she was forced to shuffle back her legs buckled at the joints as she staggered backwards at his advances and fell on the low ottoman that had crippled her. He saw his opening and in one fell swoop, he snuck past her defenses as he stooped his head low enough to kiss her.
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At the same time, gently, on her left earlobe she felt the soft caress of another set of lips on her person. Her dogs were being naughty, she thought fleetingly. So she snapped her fingers and told them to,
"Heel."