Vanity got the better of her. The way her lower teeth slotted in behind her front, creating this unp

Vanity got the better of her. The way her lower teeth slotted in behind her front, creating this unpleasant overhang of lip and frown annoyed her, and she’d endeavoured to make it right, take her body and train it, habitually, to act in a way that she liked most.  She stuck out her jaw. She hung her lower jaw loose, letting gravity do half her work. Her tongue slipped between her teeth, a natural buffer that forced the bottom out in line with the top, and suddenly, hey presto, she had the jawline she wanted. She could look in the mirror and see strength, rather than deferred weakness. He’d tilted that chin upwards, the first time they’d met. She’d thought that contact rude, presumptuous, arrogant, and far too confident, but the way it was done was enough to make her fight a smile. The roughness of his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her cheeks, and he’d just nodded. “Stop pretending.” An order, not a statement. A demand, not a request. Who was she to refuse him, this man that she had just met. Just a girl, just that girl. The girl she’d lived with her whole life, the girl that hated the natural line of her jaw. She stuck it out even further, defiance jutting out in front of him. His eyebrow had arched at that. “Stop.” The contraction sounded like a warning, like he’d just grunt next time, and that would be it. She refused. “You don’t pretend with me. You’re raw, and open, and vulnerable. I’m the one you can bare yourself to. I’m the one you surrender to.” Then she’d laughed. This man that she’d just met, presuming so much. “Maybe.” She’d paused. “Maybe not."  "But you presume, you assume, and you outright guess. You don’t know me, you haven’t had a chance to. This isn’t pretending, some show for you to clap your hands at and smile, nod politely. This is me, and me is who I want to be. Affectations are affected for a reason, and my desire trumps my genetics.” One set of teeth pressed against the other, the edges of her jaw bulging. For a moment he was quiet. For just a moment, he considered what she said. And in that moment she watched his mind change, turn from casual dominance into interested masculinity. Challenge was an aphrodisiac, and she could see it travelling through his veins from the look on his face. His smile grew. “Ok.” Just that. Just ok. She smirked. He tilted that chin up again, and he kissed her.  No. She kissed him. -- source link

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