Blaine laughs right back at her and wiggles his fingers. "You're only running things when I deign not to use my hands," he said. "And when my hips aren't moving."

Which is basically never, Apollo. If he let her trample over him, she wouldn't have nearly as much fun. The wrestling and angling for the upper hand was half the fun of sex between them. Well, maybe not half, but it was a decent portion. He tilted his head back to watch her settle on the table. He didn't know how she wasn't cold, but judging by her nipples perhaps she was. Her damn feet had been cold, anyway.

"Word choice is the only way I can possibly soften you," he answered with a grin. And suggestion was more like demanding, when it came to her. The red head rarely spoke in anything less than absolute terms, which made disregarding them or following said orders a fun gamble. She rarely complained when he decided to do something else because it was always better. Blaine always sought out how to do it better.