She hadn't much time to think or even dwell on these new developments before he had crossed the distance to her, his mouth capturing hers in that harsh but familiar way. Paris loved the way Justin kissed her, he had that cocky sort of confidence that left just enough room for him to be unsure of what he was doing with her. Paris knew it was an inner turmoil for him the moment he touched her, and not because of her enhanced senses...but because she knew Justin. That was the thing, she knew him, knew what a snake he was and yet...could not find it within herself to ever care.

She didn't have much to think on either as she was being pressed against the wall, his rushed movements to grip at her clothing nothing she wasn't use to when it came to him. Of course, as he pulled away she knew in an instant something was wrong. His eyes glazed over as though he thought he'd been touching someone different, just as they had when she'd pretended to Anjali in the closet, only with less intense shock. His behavior, while it caught her off guard in the moment, was not altogether surprising. Justin had a way with being hot one minute, cold the next.

"Weak promises," he declared. "It's all you ever can give to anyone. Weak promises."

Paris glared, she always felt helpess in his presence but the knowledge that she was not helpless in this situation was all too apparent. She could feel the need for bloodshed in the back of her mind, pictured the screaming faces and for some reason her bitterness for Justin incited sick pleasure at the thought of other people's torture, if for even that one moment. "If anything is weak Justin, it's you." Paris said, amusement swirling in with her anger and surprise. "You kiss me, give into me...your body hums, waiting for me, ready for me," Paris whispered, "And then you realize, a moment too late, what you've done. Don't you ever wonder for yourself Justin?" Paris nearly hissed she was speaking so quietly.

"Don't you ever wonder why...as much as I come back to you, you always give into me? Because you're weak Justin. A slave to your physical needs." It was as close to the truth as Paris had ever gotten, really. In the past she'd spouted ideas about how he loved her and how he would one day want her and need her, but she could feel it sure as anything and for once was either courageous or stupid enough to say it.

She made an 'oomph' noise as she hit the bed.

"I could kill you this time. I could, Deveruex. Who'd miss you? Who'd care to even hunt for you?"

Paris tried very hard not to laugh. It was everything she could do not show him her mark, or cast some spell to show him who was really boss in these situations these days. However, she could not keep a nearly insane, cheshire cat grin from spreading across her face. "Why don't you guess?" she said in a low snake-like voice, "Why don't you guess who would care?"

It was as close as she could get to telling him she was a Death Eater, and though the message was ambiguous if Justin had half a brain the possibility would at least cross his mind. Her blue eyes shone greatly in the dim room, "I'm really just not a helpless little girl anymore Justin," she said rising from the bed, meeting him stare for stare before she dared to do something she'd never done before: touch him without permission. She reached up, kissing him hard, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly, the thrill of the chase boiling her blood more than it ever had before.


i'll be sure to stay wary of you
love to save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn