iamthefirechild replied to your post: (sensually moaning) Yeah, /that’s/ not going to happen. Liesmith wants to kill me because of his Anth’y, not sleep with me. … not that I’d object, you understand. *rolls her eyes*“… why do I need to make it to the ground floor by sunset?”“Because,” Liesmith rolled his eyes in his dream, “I will forcibly remove you from the property via the nearest window. I have to pick up dinner for Anthony tonight and I will not be late thanks to a moronic thing like you.”
“Prefer the window, please.”
“Give me any more cheek and I will crush one of your lumbar vertebrae… then you will have to drag yourself out with only your arms.”
“Try it and see what happens. Honestly, what in the world you people see in that man.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
Involuntarily she shouted when she hit the wall, but pain was an old friend. She slapped the sense of it at Liesmith, like a knife of emotion, forcing him to feel what he’d done. A flare of fire bloomed out from her body. “Been easier ‘f you just dropped me out a window.”