Hate That I Love You [justcant_stop]

[loveof_melody]

"But I hate you know exactly what to do so that I can't stay mad at you for too long, that's wrong."  Moriah was singing softly to herself as she turned around slowly, turning her head to look over her shoulder and watch her reflection as she managed to slide up the zipper of her dress.  Turning back around then, she smirked as she slid her feet

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[justcant_stop]

Anthony Ferretti liked his hats. He had a closet full of them and pretty much one for every day of the week and every mood. Tonight was a cream colored gangster hat to match his cream colored suit.

Arriving at Moriah's hotel, he no doubt guessed that she would be dressed to kill. She always did and tonight would be no different. It was habit for them, unconsciously, to try with every effort to torture the other, seeing how long it would take before the person would surrender.

In most cases it was always him, but he didn't mind.

Standing against the wall with one hand shoved into his pocket and the brim of his hat gently resting over one eye, he waited until he could smell that perfume...

[loveof_melody]

It was a constant 'war' with the two of them, seeing who could win each battle of driving the other to complete distraction. To torture each other and see how much the other could take. There were times when she would lose quite badly but that was always when he touched her. She had the skill of doing so with just what she was wearing and she knew that the leather dress would definitely be the gauntlet being thrown down tonight

[justcant_stop]

Hearing her voice, his head tilted upwards--one eye still covered as he pulled away from the wall to see her completely.

She was the picture of beauty. Always had been. Even when they were younger and her hair was longer, she still captured the essence of everything a woman should be. That husky trill to her voice, the way it held that smokey velvet texture sent a chill down his spine.

She was still the only woman that could do that to him.

"No.." he smirked, walking closer to her. "Look at you."

[loveof_melody]

Her? No, he was the one who had the smokey voice that sent the chills and tingles down her spine. He was the one with lips that often distracted her because all she could do was watch his mouth as he talked. Remember how they felt against her own lips or the way he reacted every time she sank her teeth into his bottom lip, teasing the plump flesh in the middle of sex. God, he tortured her more than he even realized but she was getting good at keeping the wall there.

Smirking still, she turned slowly as he walked closer to her. "Do you like it?" She asked in a cheeky manner as she showed off her dress for him, knowing full well that he enjoyed the dress. She could feel it in his gaze as it traveled over her slowly.

Turning fully to face him once more, she arches a brow, "Where are we heading?"