a little teaser for later ICHOR events! any guesses on who the characters are?
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"Kiss me," she breathed, almost a challenge. She didn't know what she'd do if he didn't.
The glint in his eyes was the only warning.
Before she knew what was happening, he was gripping her thighs and hiking her legs up around his narrow waist. She yelped in surprise when one hand gripped her ass and he carried her away from the wall.
Then, though, he laid her down gently on the bed, one hand beneath her lower back and the other planted beside her head to prop himself up above her. Their legs were tangled together and his hair fell in front of his face, framing those glinting eyes.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured, searching her eyes, "and I will." He sounded so sincere even though she knew how much he wanted this. She could see it written all over his face—it was probably written on hers, too.
"Don't you dare," she whispered, just before gripping his collar and crashing their lips together.