CARDIGAN, acotar ¹

one.

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A CHESHIRE GRIN spread across her face.

it was playfully pretty, but with a subtle brush of mischief as she left nude-pink love bites across her target's neck, while the hazy gleam of fear and lust danced upon his amber eyes.

carson leaned into him, sharing the unnatural warmth ignited upon his fingertips, which were now skimming the column of her throat.

his free hand rested her the lower back, while her own roamed beneath his jacket. a distraction — all of it, one that was utterly worth it as she felt the weight of gold marks in the pocket of his pants.

beyond them, drunk townsfolk whistled as they crossed the dark alleyway built up between two busy taverns — where she'd dragged her faerie target off to — while their blurry stares caught the rather intimate scene between them.

adrenaline rushed through her; she loved it. carson archeron lived for the fear and pride, for balancing on the edge of life and death. her heart danced to a forbidden rhythm, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

after all, the heart wants what it wants.

the tips of her manicured fingers had just skimmed the draw-string satchel of gold marks when he pulled away, those amber eyes suddenly cautious.

carson masked her own worry, wiping the question if whether or not he'd felt the sudden weight change from her mind. however, he only murmured, "we shouldn't be doing this. it's late." yet his words betrayed him, for he made no move to withdraw his grip from where it was lightly clasped around her throat.

carson ran her tongue along the top row of her teeth, hiding her impatient smile. he was right, of course, and was playing a cat and mouse with her.

and she wasn't one to brag — or, well, perhaps she was, but she was winning. of course, that was an act of her pride, which made it hard for her to walk away from a challenge. especially when she was only a few kisses away from calling it a night. besides, the faerie she'd picked out from tonight's tavern crowd wasn't a bad kisser.

carson just hummed, leaning up on the tips of her boots to kiss him and by that, she truly meant to distract him.

tugging him closer with the collar of his white tunic, she slowly drew out the clip of money from his pocket when all of a sudden, she felt his hands shift.

she thanked the stars for her leather jacket as his hands slid down her neck, all the way towards her hips. carson clicked her tongue and shoved him against the brick wall, her upper arm harshly pinning his chest. a smile, sweet yet so utterly sour, played true on her lips, which he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off.

"no touching, remember?" she drawled.

under the fallen moonlight, her skin glowed against his, and the freckles dusted upon her cheeks were fire and gold. her chin refused to cower, and her lashes were full and lengthy. almost doll-like.

and falling for her sweet trap, just like any firefly would a venus flytrap, he muttered some excuse and dropped his hands.

he was still smirking as he met her eyes, the coldest yet most furious of dark blue shades clashing with his own of burnt amber. quicker than her mortal eyes could track, he lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her hard.