Hundred and Twelve

ZORA'S POV

"What do you think? That I'm serious about this, or joking?" I asked Elliot with a grin.

Elliot traced patterns with his fingers all across my collarbone.

"You tell me, Zora," he murmured softly. "I can't seem to think straight right now. But I know something that will help improve my thinking faculties right now."

"Oh. And er- what could that be?"

"This." In one fluid movement, Elliot pulled himself up and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue moved across my lips several times, then withdrew. He continued kissing me a few moments longer before pulling away. I was breathless by then and could barely speak. He smirked at the effect he knew he had on me.

"Now I can think again," he said. "Now where were we? Let me see. Ah. I remember. We were talking about what you just told me-"

I pouted. "It's not fair at all. We were having a serious conversation, then you kissed me and sent my thoughts going here and there." I reached for him. "Come back here and finish what you started."