[He has the shape of her, yes, but not the sight— which serves as leverage when she otherwise has none, has nothing canting up like this. Serves as something to cling to when he corners her in every sense, playfulness incapable of taming temptation or their own demanding fervor. Sensation left ragged and obeisant. Left riled. Competitive. Inflamed. There is nothing she can do to force him to his knees, even in foreplay; no chastisement she can lay down save for the snap of her teeth or the wetted squeeze of her legs around lithe contours. Distance shrinks whether she begs him close or scolds him, and with it, so atrophies what persists of her brittle-boned resolve.
Time slows.
Pretense ages.
If they stay here much longer, oh they won't be leaving this alleyway until she's laid him flat and rut him like a beast.]
And a grand total of many less precariously sharp socialites to charm in close quarters whi....
[Never mind the open shutters that drape their shade across hunched shoulders. Painted plaster. Strands of white fringe and downturned ears. She groans, the noise expanding in her throat, thinking of that blissful week when— ]
—fasta vass!
Fenris—
[Fuck. Fuck. One part pleasure two parts need. She squirms until her ankles and toes twist, her body wracked with urgency that's winning out. Crushing her. Smothering, and scented of the Weave and well-spiced brandy. Her mouth makes for his own, trying to reach him with that difference in height, and when she's close (close close close....)
Mist floods his throat. His nostrils. In the same second that she almost let him (and her) sink into streetbound subsumation, she's torn herself free of his grip as only a vampire can.
The sky's become a vivid violet streamed with darker grey, no more orange clinging to its belly where it meets the Sword Coast sea. And a few feet away, shaking her hind foot to stubbornly dislodge a clinging bit of clothing, a white wolf snorts with her nose proudly lifted and her ears pinned irritably back.
Bad boy, Leto.]
Control.
[Is a haughty snort. A flick of her tail. (And one more shake of her paw— get off, pants—)]
Unless you want your employer to circle back in the hopes of glimpsing you once more only to stumble upon us dry humping in an alleyway, you devourable menace of a beast— come. Return home with me first. We can finish drafting up your contractual demands there.
Preferably where I can bare much more for you than a fur coat.
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Time slows.
Pretense ages.
If they stay here much longer, oh they won't be leaving this alleyway until she's laid him flat and rut him like a beast.]
And a grand total of many less precariously sharp socialites to charm in close quarters whi....
[Never mind the open shutters that drape their shade across hunched shoulders. Painted plaster. Strands of white fringe and downturned ears. She groans, the noise expanding in her throat, thinking of that blissful week when— ]
—fasta vass!
Fenris—
[Fuck. Fuck. One part pleasure two parts need. She squirms until her ankles and toes twist, her body wracked with urgency that's winning out. Crushing her. Smothering, and scented of the Weave and well-spiced brandy. Her mouth makes for his own, trying to reach him with that difference in height, and when she's close (close close close....)
Mist floods his throat. His nostrils. In the same second that she almost let him (and her) sink into streetbound subsumation, she's torn herself free of his grip as only a vampire can.
The sky's become a vivid violet streamed with darker grey, no more orange clinging to its belly where it meets the Sword Coast sea. And a few feet away, shaking her hind foot to stubbornly dislodge a clinging bit of clothing, a white wolf snorts with her nose proudly lifted and her ears pinned irritably back.
Bad boy, Leto.]
Control.
[Is a haughty snort. A flick of her tail. (And one more shake of her paw— get off, pants—)]
Unless you want your employer to circle back in the hopes of glimpsing you once more only to stumble upon us dry humping in an alleyway, you devourable menace of a beast— come. Return home with me first. We can finish drafting up your contractual demands there.
Preferably where I can bare much more for you than a fur coat.