He sat their with his arm draped over her chair he just dripped sinfully dark sex appeal as she approached him. "You're late Cassandra," he growled his voice sent tremors up her spine.
Cassandra stood in the door frame. Her eyes locked on him. Even with the sparse light she could see his intense stare. Taking another step inside, pushing the door closed behind her. "Brutus. I already told you I had something to do tonight," she said with a slight edge of her own.
"Don't take that tone with me," he growled. "I told you to be here on time."
Dropping her purse onto the table. She stared at him. He had his ways, but so didn't she, "I can not control the world. I am here now." Her tone softened, but still holding an edge of defiance.
"That's better, but I should whip the insolence from you. But I think you'd enjoy that too much," said Brutus as he leaned back against the chair. Her lip curled into a smirk. Taking a few step to close the distance between them. "Why was tonight so special? Did you expect to miss me that much?" She said in a mockingly coy voice.
"Don't test me woman," he growled. "It was supposed to be a special dinner but I don't know if it can still be salvaged, "Her head tilted to one side. She replied with her voice to its normal silken tone. " I am only a little late. You made dinner?"
"Yes I did," he huffed. "Was it too much for you to call me if you were going to be late?" Her hand moving to his shoulder, "I'm sorry. I couldn't call." She said. Brutus glared at her and said "And why not?"
Her eye focused on him, unsure how he would take what she had been doing. "Lets not worry about that. How about we just go eat," Cassandra answered.
He glared at her again then huffed "Alright whatever, its still in the oven," he said She pulled her hand from his shoulder. Her voice holding a bite of a bite to it. "If this is how it is going to be then lets forget it. I said I was sorry Brutus." She turned away from him. Her long dark hair flowing behind her as she walked into the kitchen.
He growled and walked over his chair at the table and sat down she all but ignored his growl. Moving to the oven, then smell of Sirloin wafted to her nose. She turned and smiled at him. "You made my favourite meal?" She asked impressed.
"Yes I did and it was hard," he grumbled. Pulling out the still warm meat. She moved to the table, stopping at Brutus first. Giving him a gentle kiss on his lips before setting the pan down.
Brutus smiled and then started eating she moved to sit in her chair. Pleased that her kiss did what she had wanted it to, she took a bite of the tender meat. Every motion as she bit into it, seemed more sensual then normal. Each curve seemed to stand out just a little more. The way her lips move around the fork, the line of her neck as she swallowed her food.
Brutus looked up from the meat and was captivated by Cassandra at that moment he had to blink and look down at his plate to clear the fogginess away from his sight. He swore she had looked like some forest being at that moment
She look up from her food. Her brow quirked slightly. "What's wrong?" She asked, a little upset that the kiss didn't work as long as she had hoped.
"Nothing, why would there be?" he asked chewing more of the tender meat
She smiled at him and said. "It just looked like you didn't like the meal for a moment. It came out wonderful," She leaned over the table to kiss him once more.
He grinned as he finished eating, "Glad you liked it Cassandra."
She sat back down and finished eating. Wanting him to let her have control for once. She stood. Moving to his side. "Dance with me my love."
"Of course," he said as he grasped her waist.
She placed her hand on his cheek as her moved her about the room. Her hand gently guiding his lips to hers. He kissed her softly as they swayed to the imaginary music, "I love you," he whispered to her.
The feel of his arms and his soft words reminded her of how much she adored the man. She pulled from their kiss. A feeling of guilt washing over her. "I love you too." She whispered back to him, her voice cracking slightly.
He smiled as he gazed in her eyes, sometimes he felt like he was trapped under something heavy when he was with her, it was a disconcerting feeling. But he was sure it was his own insecurity that he preferred to push away.
She stopped their dance. Taking a moment to gaze in his eyes. She knew once she told him what she was up to he would be angry, and most likely she would feel the sting. "My love, I have to confess something to you."
"What is it?" he said cautiously.
She let a soft sigh. Leaning in to kiss his neck once more. She quietly confessed, "I was late tonight because, I have been practicing Wicca. My kiss earlier was magically tainted. To calm you, give me the upper hand."
He growled and said "That's why I feel that weight sometimes is it? Because you've been trying to control me?" his eyes reflecting hurt.
Her hands moved to his. "No love this was the first time I swear it." She told him the desperation clear in her voice.
He began breathing faster "How can I trust you now?"
She pushed herself against him. "I swear it. If I had been doing this, why would I tell you now." Her heart began to beat faster scared he would leave her.
He looked at her and said "I believe, now what are you going to do?" he asked sliding of his jacket and pulling at his tie.
She looked up at him. The only thing she could think of was giving herself to him. Letting him win control. Her lips parted and she spoke very softly "What ever you want me to do."
