"Nevermind," she whispered in time with him, and closed her eyes to the kiss he gave her. She smiled under the pressure and snagged her claws into the collar of his jacket, yanking him past the threshold. Nadine's boot heel kicked the door shut as she idly dropped her keys, her senses dimmed by the darkness of her apartment. The taste of his tongue created a sweet diversion from sensibility, eager to suck the tip of it before she playfully ended that act in a tart nibble. When she opened her eyes, they grew accustomed to the soft glow of distant street lights outside the the windows. His portrait seemed as insightful as hers to continue.

In the hallway was a waist high hallway table she pinned him up against with her hips, assertive despite her small size to thwart him under the command of her movements. When she wanted his jacket off, she stripped him of it as she kissed his neck. Toying with the idea of limits, she cupped his groin as an act of bestowing a gentle massage, while the second hand artistically released his waist from the confines of a black belt. Before he had a chance to really unravel her own clothing, she stepped back, the pendulum movement in her hips leading him into the small living room. In the glow of orange by the lamps outside, he could see her sit down on a large, plush ottoman by a couch, snapping the looped belt against the ottoman's burgundy side.

"I'm going to be honest," her fingers danced the length of the belt before snapping it again. "I need this to happen, Gabe. I need this, maybe more than you do. So things are going to get [b]rough[/b] before they taste any [i]sweeter[/i]." Nadine parted her legs, rubbing the inline of her jeans with the belt. She undid her boots briefly, kicking each one of to the side as Gabriel approached her.