#exsanguinatc: everly ft asher 01

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"hm?" she asked, not even looking up at the mention of her name. part of her knew that she was possibly pushing her luck with him. after all he was clearly engrossed in the book that he was attempting to read. normally she would leave him be but at that moment she was in awe. she felt the need to just reach out and touch him. even if it meant that she could get some form of punishment. playfully she continued to trace his tattoos, her touch feather light. the blonde couldn't help but pout the second he grasped her wrist only to toss her hand aside. he instantly had more of her attention the moment that he threatened to lock her out of the bedroom," you wouldn't." deep down she knew that he would but she really didn't want him to. it was possibly bravery or stupidity but she was going to climb onto his waist," please don't lock me out," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper," i just want to be close to you, is that so bad? i promise i'll stop distracting you if you just let me have this."

"Everly," the warning in his tone was more evident when he felt her lips against his skin. She was so close and so warm, and he knew she'd be so, so ready for him if he relented and gave her the attention that she was clearly seeking. But he wasn't about to reward the behavior. Asher had more than enough self control to continue ignoring her and make her suffer, to teach her a lesson about listening to him. So even though just her mere touch and proximity were starting to stir something within him, even though the thought of cuffing her to the bed and leaving her there all night for him to play with only fed the sparks of that growing fire, he simply grabbed her wrist and tossed her hand aside without looking up. "Maybe I should just lock you out of the bedroom. Leave you out there all needy and alone so I can finally concentrate. In fact, I think you should give me a good reason why I shouldn't."

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"stop what?" asked everly, unable to stop herself from smiling. of course she had noticed how focused he was on the book in his grasp. in fact it seemed to be captivating him given how he hadn't looked up once. not even when she began to trace her fingers along one of his many tattoos. something that she liked to do from time to time. her touch was feather light against him as she hummed absently. she knew that she was a distraction and yet he hadn't moved. instead she leaned down to brush her lips against the same spot she had been running her fingers along. she was tempted to keep going with her mouth but instead she resumed the small circles. yet she nearly froze at the promise that was veiled as a threat," that's not exactly as scary as you think it is." something that she knew he had to know but she loved teasing him to a point.

@fcundaticnsofdecay liked for a starter from this. based on this (first bullet) Surprise, you get a new muse because I have zero self control: Asher Hasegawa; 27; The Savant; painter; alpha wolf

"You really gotta stop that." Casual as it sounded, Asher was giving her a warning. He didn't bother looking up from the book that he was reading though, didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. There was authority in his tone, in the quiet and stoic calm of him. Even just the easy way that he relaxed back on the bed, one arm propped behind his head and long legs crossed at his ankles, radiated power. Not that he'd really hurt her for attempting to draw his attention away from the book. Not in a way she wouldn't enjoy, at least. He wasn't entirely certain that was her goal anyway, and he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't enjoying her soft touch trailing over his inked skin. But he really did want to at least finish this chapter. "If I have to restrain you, you're staying there all night."