kirthurarkland:

Things went from a nice, lovely, kissing sensation to an unpleasant, wet, drink-dumped-on-his-head sensation far too quickly. He spluttered a little as he was pushed backwards and wiped the offending liquid from his eyes - it was already beginning to sting, and his lip curled in an angry snarl. “Augh—! Fucking—!” He swore to himself as the vodka dripped down his cheeks, and he rubbed his sleeve against his face in an attempt to dry it. When he spoke his tone was slightly clipped in his anger, though he kept his voice smooth and as seductive as he could pull off with his irritation, and shuffled towards her again.

“Ah, dearest, I am giving in to simple lust. You are a very beautiful woman, and your body intrigues me. As for your boyfriend, well…” He slid his arms around her waist and tugged her towards him when he was close enough, pulling her body close to and against his own so her rather ample bosom was pushed against his chest. “…he never has to know, does he?” He then kissed her again, more roughly than before, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

Anya had no regrets on that. Not in the least. Whether Arthur was in his right mind or not, this wasn’t going to happen. She inched away on the sofa, ignoring her damp clothing, and watched him clean up. Maybe, just maybe, if he got his act together, she’d stay for a while longer. She crossed her arms after putting the glass down in irritation.

Of course he didn’t stop. Dearest? Where did he get off, anyway? She shook her head and grumbled. “I appreciate your compliments but I will not do this. I am not some tramp, Arth— Mm!” The fact that he was trying anything with her was ridiculous, and now he was forcing his way. Well this certainly wasn’t going to fly. She shoved him away, and she shoved him hard. “Get the hell away from me! I do not care about your damned lust! I am loyal as hell and I would never do anything with anyone that was not Fedya!” She grabbed the bottle from the table as she got to her feet, clearly outraged, and smashed it. It was a near perfect smash. Clearly she’d done it before. “Whether he finds out or not, I love him to death. I have no desire for anyone else, let alone someone acting so much like filth. I am not some kind of sex toy, do you understand?”

And then she took a swing with the bottle.

(Source: russianwater)