Vex let out a choked sound, not sure how to really respond to Summer’s words. They weren’t close, barely knew each other, and who in their right bloody mind would trust somebody in that regard when they’d only just met? Snickering slightly, he purred the words, “Never woulda expected to ‘ear that from a pretty thing like you.”
“No watersports,” she said immediately. “And you don’t use my hair as a leash. No blades, either. That’s it.” Summer hitched up her feet around his waist and pulled, trying to topple him to the bed. “Tell me what you want from me, then.”
Vex didn’t have a problem with avoiding the firstly-mentioned thing, but the hair-pulling part was mildly annoying. More or less, he didn’t understand her problem with it, as he’d always enjoyed it when he was in her place. At the mention of not being allowed to bring blades into the situation, however, Vex’s eyes shifted with disappointment. “And none of that can be..negotiated?” he asked her in a dark purr, falling onto the bed so that he was at her side, hands still holding her wrists so that she couldn’t ‘run away’.
“Possibly,” she said slowly, teasingly. She rolled toward him, looking up through her eyelashes. “I’ve never actually played with blades. I don’t like pain, not that kind of pain.” She pressed up to him and wriggled a bit, trying to reach his mouth. “Maybe we can try it, in a little while,” she murmured.