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There probably wasn't a more inflammatory statement he could have made to her in that moment than the one he chose. All of the fury and frustration she'd painstakingly bottled up, every violent urge she'd felt that evening suddenly bubbled to the surface and the eruption made her initial outburst seem meek by comparison. I DIDN'T! She marched toward him and grabbed for his shoulders, continuing to push her way forward with the determination of a bulldozer. I refused to dance with him but he insisted, I only gave in to avoid a scene! I insulted him, I said I had a husband, I threatened to disembowel him if he didn't put his damn hands back where they belonged! Even as she could feel herself shaking with blistering rage there was a traitorous undercurrent of want trying to undermine not dissimilar from earlier that evening.

How far do you suppose another man can touch me before I die, Tiberius?! She suddenly released his shoulders and snatched instead at his waist. This wasn't enough! She harshly reenacted for him the way the stranger's hand had moved downward from her lower back. Nor was this! Without missing a beat she pressed herself against him, closer than the stranger had dared but not by much. Or this which came after I threatened to kill him! Tig seethed silently as she glared at him. When she spoke again her words were no longer shouted at him but the anger in her voice hadn't lessened any. How exactly was I encouraging him?

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Outfit | Tag: Tiberius Lestrange | Notes: I could've written all of the dialogue in caps but I thought it'd be overkill.