Fragile Heart

She broke the kiss for a split moment just to eye him sceptically.
"You may have been more fun when you hated me," she frowned at him. Of course, nothing stated that he did no longer hate her. In fact, she was sure in some ways he still loathed her as much as she loathed him, but he no longer acted the part. She couldn't tell if she was glad or disappointed at that.
She deepened the kiss and half way laid herself on top of him as if not make clear what she wanted from him. She was far too tired of talking.

He looked at her in annoyance, but it was best not to speak to her and he kissed her back more forceably now, letting himself lean back and wrap his arms around her to pull her down with him. They would never see eye to eye in a means beyond this, and if both were annoyed at one another this was probably the best way to express it.
He traced his hands up her back, not even attempting to turn her over. The demon blood already had shown its effects, and he was afraid that if he tried he would only end up proving her own arrogance. Still he pressed his fingers against her back in frustration, trying to taunt her.

"Better," she smiled teasingly and laid her whole body against his to give him what he seemed to long for so badly.
"That would work better without clothes though," she said, still smiling as she sat up, ontop of him and removed Proteus' jacket. It made her feel guilty of what they were about to do, but she shook the thought. He'd never have to know, and at this point, he probably didn't care either.

He kept kissing her, it was better when she did not have the chance to talk. However her words were true, and he leaned back, not going to do anything to get in her way besides watch her. From his own positioning it would be very difficult to do the same and remove his own clothes, but he decided to come to that when necessary.