Miles goes looking for Aria

He spends ten minutes looking for her.

She is nowhere. Not at the drinks table. Not on the dance floor. Not in any of the rooms he checks. He is about to give up and head upstairs when a hand grabs his arm from behind and pulls him sideways into the narrow space between the hallway and the wall.

He turns.

Aria.

She is looking up at him with those sharp dark eyes, her expression somewhere between amused and something considerably more dangerous. Before he can say anything her hand moves to the front of his trousers and wraps around him through the fabric.

He goes completely still.

Aria: there you are.

Miles: aria—

Aria: She tilts her head, her hand not moving. I know you had some sort of plan up in that clever little brain of yours tonight.

Her grip tightens slightly.

Aria: but I am sensing.

She looks down pointedly then back up at his face.

Aria: a little too much blood came down here instead.

She squeezes once, deliberately, her eyes staying fixed on his.

Miles: He exhales very quietly. you were supposed to be—

Aria: She squeezes again, harder this time, cutting him off completely. whatever your plan was.

She steps closer, her lips close to his jaw, her hand still working slowly over the fabric.

Aria: I think we both know where this is going.2 / 2