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Now," he murmured huskily into my ear, licking the skin below my lobe. I shivered. "It's your turn."
"Tease.
Do I make you nervous?" he said teasingly.
If someone is being very cheeky, it can be quite fun to deal with that situation.
Right there, in front of everyone, I threw my arms arond his neck and mashed my mouth against his. He was startled for a second, then his strong arms wraped around me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
"ZOMG," I heard Nudge whisper.
My girlfriend said she wanted me to tease her, so I said "Alright, fatty."
Gentleness stepped out of your smile; but:
Suspicion cried out from your laughter.
Jest with your equals.
She had seen expert methods of flirtation and temptation, not to mention last-minute flip of denial. What men liked to call a tease. What they loved to call a tease. They stomped and growled about it, but they always hung around for more.
Teased
Sometimes
when I'm teased
I don't cry,
I go away.
When I come back
my brother and his friends
are doing something else.
I remember.
They forget.
Never tease anything that wants to eat you. Reign of Blood
Tease," Ty accused softly.
"Do I have your attention now?" Zane drawled.
"You never lost it," Ty responded before thinking better of it.
When a guy can make fun of you, thats attractive. Who knew that teasing could have so much power over women!
If you dare:
You can tease trolls
to such a fury
that they burst -
all on their own!
So this is what sex with you would be like." I can't resist teasing him. "I was hoping you'd participate a little more." He finally says something. "I'd participate. So well, you wouldn't walk straight the next day.
You are, however, surprisingly light of touch."
"Pardon?"
"The way you're holding my hand. I always thought you'd be more of a mauler. Like a diseased wolf chewing the knuckles off me fist."
"That's very nice."
"Not really."
"I was being sarcastic."
"Oh. I see. Where are we?
Obviously, you want me to kiss you. And I'll be happy to oblige, when the time is right. But not yet." "Mr. Hunt, you are the most - " "Yes, I know," he said with a grin. "You may as well spare yourself the effort of hurling adjectives at me, as I've heard them all before.
Uh I like it like that
She working that back,
I don't know how to act
Jared's lips were suddenly at my ear. "The only vampire who'll be manhandling you tonight is me."
"If I let you."
"You get such satisfaction out of teasing me, don't you?"
"I still maintain that you like it.
Kier, do friends kiss each other good luck?" "Hell, yes," he replied in mock seriousness. "I gave Con a good bit of lip loving this afternoon to cheer him on.
When you're really close to someone, they can make fun of you a lot and get away with it. But they sort of poke you in all of the right places.
I'm always serious, Foster. Especially when you think I'm teasing.
Oh!" Celeste clapped her hand to her mouth, stifling laughter. "Matt said a bad word!" "I said titillating, not tit." "Now you said a bad word!" Celeste squealed.
Subtle and quick to anger?" "Not so subtle.
Well I'll be honest ... sometimes it's really hard-"
"I know." I smirked, feeling saucy. "I can tell. I'm pretty much straddling you right now."
"Really hard to stop, smart-ass," Brendan emphasized, giving me a playful squeeze before cocking an eyebrow at me.
With a smile, such as come into people's faces when they look at something little, foolish, and absurd, but warmly loved.
Amusement made her blue eyes sparkle as she smiled up at him. Her hand moved slightly until one beautiful breast was exposed to him. The air left his lungs then returned in a rush.
"You, sweet witch, are playing with fire," he whispered hoarsely.
"Perhaps I should help you put it out.
My principle activity is to tease those who take themselves and the quality of their knowledge too seriously.
Sometimes with all the teasing his days were subtenable.
Here," I said, shoving the board into his hands. He started laughing.
"WHAT are you laughing at?!" I demanded irritably.
"Well, it's just that ... that's going to hurt a bit, my dear. Go on, bend over. I'll demonstrate.
We are playful when we engage others at the level of choice, when there is no telling in advance where our relationship with them will come out
when, in fact, no one has an outcome to be imposed on the relationship, apart from the decision to continue it.
He collected my hand to pull my finger out of his mouth. "Peanuts." I laughed, breaking the shock I'd felt. "Bad?" "No," he said, and he popped my finger into his mouth again. "I like it. Peanut tastes like peanuts." "So I have to call you Honey, now?" "Yup," he said, chewing.
A correct answer is like an affectionate kiss.
Oh my god, I growled at you?
He smirked and leaned in for my neck. "I know, it was hot."
I pulled away and twisted my lips at him. "How is me growling at you hot?
I asked Anne to make me a dress that looked innocent, which made her eyebrows pucker.
"You make it sound like we've been sending you out in lingerie," she said mockingly.
And here's why it worked: man or woman, gay, straight, bisexual, you name it, we all just want to be teased.
Good grief. Are you flirting with me?"
"Honey, my intentions are way past flirting."
"Your intentions could get you a knee in the groin."
Nick grinned. "At least your mind's on the right body part.
Compressing her lips together, she gave Mark a baleful glance, eyes flashing pure malice. If he wanted his lips anywhere near hers he'd better be prepared to do battle.
'Now that's what I'm talking about,' said Mark, as the corner of his lip began to twitch in amusement.
His eyes twinkled mischievously as he gazed at me with that look that always made me melt: as if I were edible and he could barely restrain himself from taking a bite.
You were lookin' at me like you wanted to kiss me."
I force a laugh. "Yeah, right," I say sarcastically.
"Nobody's watchin' if you want to, you know, try it. Not to brag, but I'm somewhat of an expert.
And as if the wink was't crazy enough, now he had the gall to flash that smile of his. It deepened the dimple in his left cheek, the one she'd always thought was sweet enough to launch a thousand lady boners - it'd certainly launched a thousand of her.
He leaned forward and bit her bottom lip. It was just the right size. He hated women with thin, judgmental lips. Smeared with dark red lipstick. Stingy and manipulative. Bev's mouth looked ripe and vulnerable. He sucked on that soft lower lip for a few seconds.
With his nose in my hair, he inhaled deeply before putting a light kiss on my cheek. "Have you come to play?" he asked then kissed me again.
"No." I cringed when he drew my earlobe into his mouth. "I came to help you. That's all. I swear."
"I'd rather play.
Their banter was rich and comfortable, their teasing intimate and profound; their 'I love you' without the use of those startling words.
He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened.
"More?" he asked.
I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.
Dude," he said instead, "I'm flattered as hell." And then he kicked my foot, lightly, twice. He was smiling.
He couldn't see the chasm that had opened behind my ribs.
What part of 'directly' didn't you understand?"
"Same part of 'play well with others' you never understand, O cantankerous one," I muttered.
He laughed, surprising me [ ... ] "I'd be a lot less cantankerous if you admitted you wanted to fuck me and we got down to it.
Every time i think we aren't connecting, you tease me. I love it
Humping my leg like a dog in heat every time I'm around you doesn't prove you like me, Daemon.' Daemon clamped his mouth shut, and I could tell he was fighting back laughter. 'Actually, that's how I show people I like them.
They ate silently for a few minutes as she studied him.
"I need a shave," he said when he caught her staring.
She lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "It's not bad."
"I'd scrape your delicate skin if I tried to kiss you."
"Want to find out?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
He tried to pull me against him, and I bit him on the lip.
He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. 'Did you just bite me?
Subtly but definitively? Isn't that an oxymoron, you moron?
Laughter nibbled at my lips like tiny fish in warm water.
I punish wenches who tickle me, he purred, stretching her arms above her head.
I bit my lip. 'Come on then, you dirty old man.' I stepped forward and smacked a kiss on Baz's lips. He looked petrified. The secretary looked horrified. I felt vindicated. 'Run along now, Daddy.' I said.
He leaned toward me and delicately grazed my lips with his. The tease left me breathless, burning for more.
"I keep having to remind myself that I can do that," he smirked.
Th-that would be indecent." "I'm an indecent fellow," he murmured in my ear, even as his hand stole down to cup me through my trousers. "And you like it.
Kids will tease you for just about anything.
Mrs. Jaffee a little earlier. I asked if he was escorting Mrs. Jaffee. "Certainly," he said virtuously. "She is my client. What's that noise you're making?" "It's something special," I told him, "and takes a lot of practice. Don't try it offhand. It's a derisive chortle.
Slowly, her slim hand smoothed over the swell of his buttock, lingering there. A shocked laugh choked his throat, the sound muddled by a stifled groan that her intrigued touch elicited. The saucy little sneak thief was copping a feel. He felt inclined to turn around and let her get a handful.
Oh, that was smooth. I'm as subtle as a fart.
Joel sat back in his chair and laughed at what seemed to be an inside joke, one in which I wanted very much to be let in on. An amiable smile stretched across his lips quoted by perfect dimples. I stared at him wanting nothing more than to indulge myself in that smile.
I licked my lips and whispered, "Is this where you say you'll kill me?"
One corner of his lips curled. "If you like," he murmured, a flicker of amusement finally crossing his face. "Though it's gotten far too interesting for that.
Well, fancy that." His lover's favourite expression curled, sardonic, from Gamelyn's lips.
Now he was kissing me, not in a scary way, not with hostility, but with warm, seductive intent. In a hayloft, in the barn, in the middle of the night. This scene brought to you by the letters W, T, and F.
I like joking around and being a little mischievous. Once an audience or even a group of friends realizes that you're being benevolent about it, then they're along for the ride.
Touch your breast,Hellen," he commanded as he pressed a finger inside her and stroked the tight velvet passageway of her sex."I want to see you squeeze your nipples as I suckle your clit."
"Oh,gods,"she moaned, grasping her breast as her hips swung forward and back.
Passionately desired, graciously received.
So, how does he kiss?"
I'm blushing. I tap my fingers on my lips before I say, "He kisses like ... like it could be his job.
He swayed side-to-side, fighting against my compulsion. I smiled sweetly, leaning in and grazing my nail across his cheek. "You understand?" Skin contact made it solid. His shock melted into a gooey grin.
J.M. Friedman. Succubus in Seattle (Kindle Locations 173-175).
The mockery of it! he said gaily
You're sexy when you are mean."
"I'm always sexy," I whispered back.
He grinned. "You're always mean.
Is he a terrible kisser?" Angela asked in a practical way.
"No," Kami said disconsolately. "He's a good kisser. He kisses like a minx. Like a minx on fire."
"That doesn't sound good." Angela looked at her, half amused and half concerned.
The shirt hung to my knees.
He smirked. "You are tiny."
I stuck out my tongue at him. "You're just huge."
He winked.
I know it's hard, Peter," she'd said. "But if you could contain your erudition and ready wit for just a little while we'd be most grateful." "Am I allowed to be cheeky?" I'd asked. "No you're fucking not," said Seawoll. "I'm
Too much slap, not enough tickle.
Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?" I bit my lip to keep from giggling.
"That sounds really dirty."
Patch waggled his brows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.
She greeted him with a smile, holding her hand out for him to kiss (...) Nevertheless he went to one knee and pressed his lips against her knuckles. Her flesh was warmer than he'd expected and he angered himself for enjoying the sensation.
He kissed her thoroughly, lazily, as if he had a lifetime of kisses to look forward to. She liked that. A lot.
His chuckle was low and soft against my earlobe. I think it's more like 'what wouldn't I do for you?
people tease or criticize you.
My sense of teasing is completely lost on you.", Patrick said, hoisting himself back up. "It's a shame too. Most people tell me my sense of humor is my best quality, only outdone by my otherworldly good looks.
Sometimes I think I might insult people by being openly flirtatious, then snatching it back.
To smile at the jest which plants a thorn in another's breast is to become a principal in the mischief.
Subtle is the Lord. Malicious, He is not.
There was a large sting near his upper lip. I touched it lightly. "Does it hurt?"
My gaze moved from his lips up to his eyes. He was looking at me in a way that made me blush.
"Yes," he responded quietly.
You probably think I'm a floosy," she went on.
"A floosy?" he whispered back, and chuckled. "First off, I love that you said 'floosy.' Second, you're crazy. I hope you kiss me like that again." He leaned in close. "And again and again.
Flatter me, but delicately, please, for I am fastidious.
His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. "Is this the part where I kiss you?"
"If you like."
"Oh," he said, "I like.
Okay, okay. No kissing. No touching. No flirting. He touched his fingers to his forehead in mock salute.
I've never kissed anyone who talked so much about kissing," I told him.
Gideon laughed. "I like to be direct."
"Okay," I said. "But I warn you, I like to be evasive, inscrutable and generally send mixed messages.
Are you guys getting to know each other pretty well? I'm sure it's a little bit awkward at first.'
'Yeah,' I said. 'I'd say we're getting to know each other *really* well. Wouldn't you, Nathan?'
He kicked me under the table and mouthed, *Not funny*.
With the grin of one who mistakenly thinks he's a wit when he's only half a one.
Be firm or mild as the occasion may require.
He nipped her bottom lip teasingly, his breath warm against her face, his spicy scent a total aphrodisiac. As he kissed a hot path along her jawline, she raked her fingers down his back. Whatever he had in mind, she was game.
with her fingers. "You
He kissed her lustfully.
Mindlessly.
Senselessly.
There was no denying it; his wicked words thrilled her. Like a feather slowly brushing over her bare skin, they teased and tantalized, awakening every inch of her body.
-"Wow,are we becoming friends?" I asked.
-"Hmmm ... friends." He appeared to think carefully and examined me and my state of blush.
"Yes, I think we are."
-"Interesting. From cockblocker to friend. Not bad." I giggled.
Are you ready for your lesson in romance? Philip asked with a teasing gleam in his eye.
He looked heavenward with a sigh. "Are you always this stubborn?" I thought about it for a moment. "Yes, I think I am." Philip's expression wavered between exasperation and amusement. Amusement won with a reluctant laugh.