He smirked defiantly. "I can be when I want to be," he replied, going up closer to her, just a bit.

As he took a step towards her, she took a step further. The smirk never left her face and she raised an eyebrow, keeping the towel close around her body.

He gave his head a slight shake, the grin not leaving his face. "Are you scared of me, Miss Smith?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ava laughed mockingly, passing a hand through her hair. "Should I be scared, Dr.Hunt?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Victor gave her a wicked grin. "Possibly," he replied. "Because really, being nice is boring and over-rated..."

She grinned, gently biting her lip. "Yeah..." she murmured, looking straight into his eyes. "It is."

A devious smirk played on Victor's lips. "Niceness never gets anyone anywhere... What you really want is for someone to pin you up against the wall, make you lose control. At least once."

Ava bit her lip harder, the smirk not leaving her lips. He so knew what she wanted and how she liked it. "You think so?" she asked quietly, her eyes stuck on his flawless body.

Victor nodded slowly. "I do. You always like being in control of the situation, but deep down you'd like to lose that control at least for a little while," he reasoned, coming closer to her slowly.

She looked up at him, a mischevious glint in her eyes. Yes, it was exactly what she wanted and yes, she wanted that right in that moment. But she was not going to say anything, she was just going to let her eyes speak for her.

Swiftly he closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against hers and kissing her, his kiss hungry. Not breaking the kiss he pushed her towards the wall, pinning her to it with his body.

She closed her eyes as she felt his hungry lips over hers. One hand went into his hair, while the other one wandered quickly on his bare back. She gasped slightly into the kiss as he pinned her against the wall, but didn.t break it.

He brought her hands above her head, then with one hand held her wrists to the wall. His other traced teasingly down her neck and bare shoulders. Breaking the kiss fore a moment, he looked into her eyes, a glint in his eyes, then once again pressed his lips against hers.

Ava bit her lip as he broke the kiss, just for a moment. Her wrists were above her head, kept in place by his strong arm. Her eyes were half-closed, full of passion and lust. As he pressed his lips against hers again, she kissed back, same hungrily as he.