[Just imagine Claude with hearts in his eyes because that's about how he feels right now. Gods he loves Petra so much for this, indulging this fantasy that's been churning about in his brain since the first time she teased him with the idea.
His gaze darts to the side, looking for escape routes. What's the point of being captured if he just gives in right away, right? She drags him down to face her before any solid ideas can form, though, and he swallows roughly as he meets that intense gaze. He feels rather aptly like a deer caught in the sight of a hunter.]
I'll come quietly. [He lies with a sweet smile, hoping (knowing) she'll see right through it.]
[Like any good huntress, the environment is arranged to her advantage--a closed door, curtains drawn over the windows, a bed to one side of him and a wall behind him to box him in. And like any good predator, she may as well be capable of smelling fear. Claude visibly falters under her gaze, and she licks her lips, slow and deliberate, savoring the flutter of nerves.
In spite of that, though, she seems to relent in the face of Claude's cooperation. Petra's smile softens, fingers trailing over his jaw as she releases him and steps back.]
Good. I am not wanting to be hurting my future husband--
[The sudden flash of her eyes is the only warning Claude gets, before her foot snaps out to hook around an ankle and yank him off balance.]
[Close combat is definitely not his strong suit, but he hasn't lived through everything life's thrown at him by being completely helpless at it. He gives a kind of embarrassing yelp as she tries to knock him off balance, and he stumbles backwards but manages to avoid falling. He's still boxed in, his only route of escape being the bed-- he leaps towards it, trying to get over it before she can catch up, laughing breathlessly. They're both pretty damn fast, so it's really up to luck if he succeeds.]
[Never strike where your prey is. Strike where it will be. If you don't know where it will go, make it go where you need.
Who needs luck when you have skill? Petra is moving even as Claude stumbles, pouncing as he leaps to scramble over the bed. The timing couldn't be better; she lands on him hard right as he's stretching over the bed to pull himself across, knees planting into the mattress on either side of his waist, hands slamming down on his shoulders to force him down. She might not be laughing, but it's not hard to hear her grinning.]
If you are being too easy to catch, how could you be making a good husband for me? You must be worth keeping.
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i want this twunk obliterated.
His gaze darts to the side, looking for escape routes. What's the point of being captured if he just gives in right away, right? She drags him down to face her before any solid ideas can form, though, and he swallows roughly as he meets that intense gaze. He feels rather aptly like a deer caught in the sight of a hunter.]
I'll come quietly. [He lies with a sweet smile, hoping (knowing) she'll see right through it.]
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In spite of that, though, she seems to relent in the face of Claude's cooperation. Petra's smile softens, fingers trailing over his jaw as she releases him and steps back.]
Good. I am not wanting to be hurting my future husband--
[The sudden flash of her eyes is the only warning Claude gets, before her foot snaps out to hook around an ankle and yank him off balance.]
--more than I have to!
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I hope you didn't think I'd make this easy.
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Who needs luck when you have skill? Petra is moving even as Claude stumbles, pouncing as he leaps to scramble over the bed. The timing couldn't be better; she lands on him hard right as he's stretching over the bed to pull himself across, knees planting into the mattress on either side of his waist, hands slamming down on his shoulders to force him down. She might not be laughing, but it's not hard to hear her grinning.]
If you are being too easy to catch, how could you be making a good husband for me? You must be worth keeping.