It took Sophia significant willpower to not throw herself into Ozymandias’ arms the moment they had even a semblance of privacy, seeking out any secluded rooms or soft surfaces be damned. Not that she intended to act demure - it was more out of reticence to offend. Despite his obvious interest now, the cause of his earlier aloofishness still felt unresolved in her mind. Soph didn’t dare think their slate was clean. She was determined to be on her best behavior with him tonight. Better to follow his lead.

Good news is, he took the lead quite nicely.

Sophia felt his presence around her before she could see him, eyes still adjusting to the darkness of the room once the door closed behind. Impulsively her hands flitted to rest against his chest— poised to push him off if needed, but the electricity she found at the touch compelled her to pull him closer instead. How tall he was— she had to crane her neck to capture the dim outline of his face.

A sharp intake of breath exposed her to his new scent again, and brought on a fresh wave of excitement. Bodies flush against each other like this, certainly he could feel the way her heart surged against her chest like it wanted to reach out to him. By the time the question he asked registered somewhere in the pit of her abdomen, Soph only managed to let out a soft ‘hah!’ before his mouth closed on her. Her way of saying no— not soundproofed at all.

One hand busily found the doorknob by her hip to make sure it was locked (which seemed like a futile move, but every second counts if someone planned to barge in). Then she sighed happily into his mouth, a soft sound that parted her lips and deepened their kiss. Sophia didn’t miss her opportunity to match his urgency. As if to encourage this, she endeavored a few insistent tugs at his shirt to free it from its trap under his waistband. Every inch of her skin exposed to Ozymandias felt hot, like a fever burned her from the inside, and she wanted much more of this.

Sophia pulled her mouth away from him with a teasing nibble to his lower lip, and found she instantly regretted the distance. To make up for it, her fingers found their way under his shirt to the  bare skin of back. She raked her nails gently there. Would they even make it further into the room? Nevermind waste any time getting undressed? Usually this type of anticipation only made things better, but tonight any more delay over having his hands and mouth all over felt like the most vicious form of torture.

“Would you like the lights on or off?” She barely gave him the time to conjure an answer before her lips crashed into his again.

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