If I didn't have Lincoln's butt to stare at the whole time, motivation would be a lot harder to come by.
I hoisted myself onto my elbows. Yeah, well, if I ever come back as a Grigori, then I'll kick your ass.You'll come back, and you'll be a Grigori. He spoke with such certainty it made me smile. I doubt very greatly, however, that you'll kick my ass. But me and my ass will enjoy your efforts.
It's going to be like an...aura, I guess.He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. Explain?Like even though there are outside forces pushing through the walls, in here it's like a bubble of goodness. Like coming home.I could feel him smiling and it encouraged me to elaborate. When I think of how others would see it, I imagine them seeing a force of goodness overshadowing a force of evil, protecting it.
I pushed passed him. He grabbed my hand and swung me back towards him. Then he pushed me against the wall and... he kissed me.He ran his thumb along my jawline and down my throat, hips pinning me to the wall. He kissed me slowly and with intensity, and once I got over the mind-numbing shock and comprehended what was actually happening, it was incredible. I had never been kissed like that before. We melted together. Every movement of mine was somehow perfectly mirrored by his. My heart was pounding so hard I knew he must be able to feel it and I was sure my legs were giving way, but he held me up, pushed me harder against the wall.I grabbed a handful of his hair, remembering all the times I'd dreamed of doing it. I let my hand drift down his back and pulled him even closer to me. It all happened so quickly. I heard him make a low kind of growl and lean into me. His hand slid down my leg behind my knee, drawing it to him. I moaned and felt him tense.