It works; his first kiss is vague and distracted but the second is harsher, not unlike that night in the dressing room. His hands grip her, fingertips pressing into her the way she likes, the way that will leave tiny little bruises for her to wear. Part of him would wish for Sandor to see them and wonder and know that she isn't yours, if Mitchell were thinking more rationally.

And then there's pushing going on, directing her back towards the first hard surface he can find. He is not gentle.

"'Better." It breaks from the end of a kiss and sounds like something between appeasement and a threat. He's trying to temper himself (not quite winning, not quite losing) but looks at her as intensely as one could imagine with all that rage behind him.