[ When he lifts her off her feet she makes a sound that manages to be both startled and entirely unsurprised. She nuzzles her nose against his neck and breathes deeply, getting the scent of his blood through his skin. ]
You like the silk? [ Her nightgown is shorter than is strictly "proper" nowadays but still past her knees, so no free show -- not that he'd want one he didn't earn -- but it should feel nice, at least. ]
[ Can and often does~. ] [ He shivers in response to that, reaching the bed and kissing her as he sets her gently down. ]
I like everything on you. [ It's true. And not only in the way he would usually mean it, where she's entirely too beautiful to look bad in anything, but: he likes her modeling things for him. Likes getting to take those things back off again~. ] Silly.
Do you? Hm. [ Once she's settled on the bed she reaches for him, aiming to drag him close -- ]
[ -- so she can give him a shove and flip him onto his back, taking full advantage of the fact that she's a bit stronger and faster, and he probably won't fight her on it. She swings a leg over him so she's astride his hips, or would be if her nightgown wasn't in the way. ]
I'm more curious how I look on you. [ Her irritation at her nightclothes gives way to amusement as she tugs up the hem nice and slow, clearly teasing him as she rucks it up around her thighs. ]
[ Boy will he ever not fight her on that. He only would if being fought made things more fun for her. Eyes bright and intent on her face even as his own breathing quickens responsively. ]
Well — you can definitely only improve the picture.
[ His gaze on the hem of her nightgown, he wets his lips. ]
[ Bright? She wants those eyes glowing. Anything less than his best simply will not do. ]
[ She swoops down, her back in an elegant arch, to lean far over him while her long hair falls over her shoulder. One hand starts to work his shirt open no pullovers in the 1800's while the other perches on the mattress above his shoulder, every appearance of pinning him down without actually doing so. ]
Tell me about that picture. [ If he says what he wants, she might just give it. Might not, but she's going to insist regardless, and he won't be denying her. ]
[ Oh, do they glow for reasons other than bloodlust, or is he just very much expected to be ~thirsty~ right now. ] [ The fact that buttons have to exist right now is absolutely a tragedy, Lupine will bite his bottom lip for a moment while he watches that — before barking out a husky laugh. ]
Sure, drain all the blood out of my brain, then ask for poetry.
[ Purr. ]
I was thinking — how much having nothing on except for you... would have to be a much better look than any actual clothes I could wear.
[ Anything that gets them piqued is fair game! Bloodlust, anger, regular lust if it's enough like hunting, all glowy eyes. ][ She gives him a look that stretches on for a moment, just watching him with the gears turning, and then with a swift movement she tears the rest of his shirt open, ripping the buttons from their stitches. Her nails scrape across his stomach, opening parallel gashes that should be healed over before the buttons skitter to the floor. ]
Is that so?
[ Straightening, she moves like she might have been going for his pants fastening, but instead she stretches upward, arms overhead, one hand reaching back to yank the ornate pin from her long hair, which she shakes out with a playful grin. The pin is tossed out of sight and she reaches down to gather the hem of her nightgown, and just before she tugs it up and off her eyes flare a brilliant, glowing red. ]
[ Then there's definitely glow happening. ] [ hnnnghfuck, that's so hot, he can't breathe for a few seconds. His hands find her naked hips, light because he can't really touch her any other way, but she'll still feel the way his fingers curl, tension knotting in his hands.
I always trust you. [ But the playful lilt in her voice implies that she's still going to make him show her, or tell her, or both, in excruciating detail. ]
[ She stoops down to nose at his chest, then bite down. She doesn't stay to drink, however, only licks up the remnants of blood as the wounds heal over, the most perfect give and take between a Queen and her Chevalier, only to move a few inches and do the same again in a slow, bloody path until her red-tinted lips whisper against his mouth. ]
That you treat me with care is nice, but I won't break. [ It's all right to take what he wants. She likes when they're on equal footing in these matters, and she knows he'll stop if she even thinks it loud enough (why she could ever want that is a mystery to her, but it's the plain truth). ]
[ Yeah, yes, that's so good, he arches up into her mouth, panting for a moment before he can even begin to reply. He's so hard, hnngh, wants her — needs her...
But the words settle on him, and then he's — laughing, low and thick. ]
Like you couldn't break me over your knee.
[ Like his eyes don't burn brighter thinking of it. ] [ Lupine sits up, meets her in a hungry kiss, and flips her over onto her back because she's all but ordering it, half shrugging out of his slightly worse-for-wear shirt as he does so. ]
[ Part of the reason she swipes and nibbles at him is because he likes it, and part to taste the distinct, very palatable changes in his blood, the swell of need when she teases him. It's -- well, delicious. She can tell he's about to be a good boy and follow directions, so she can't resist getting one more tease in beforehand: ]
Only if you ask nicely.
[ And then he's stretching up for her, kissing her, pinning her down, his eyes and body and blood craving her in that way she adores. Her fangs lance through his lip, and with his shirt out of her way she scratches deep welts up his shoulders, knowing that his blood will taste all the sweeter the more she makes him want her. ]
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Depends on how you define cold, I guess...
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I mean empty. Because you're off following rabbit tracks instead of with me.
[ Not that the protective thing isn't appreciated, but she has priorities. Also she can take care of herself. ]
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If I was looking for rabbits, you should definitely skin me alive.
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Nothing can get through the mountains this deep into winter. So stop fretting and take me to bed, before I decide to go have tea after all.
[ She's stubborn enough to do it, if he doesn't cooperate. ]
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Who's fretting?
[ On that cue, though, he's going to gather her up into his arms and just carry her to the bed~. ]
Fine, fine. I'll shut up.
[ At least for now. ]
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[ When he lifts her off her feet she makes a sound that manages to be both startled and entirely unsurprised. She nuzzles her nose against his neck and breathes deeply, getting the scent of his blood through his skin. ]
You like the silk? [ Her nightgown is shorter than is strictly "proper" nowadays but still past her knees, so no free show -- not that he'd want one he didn't earn -- but it should feel nice, at least. ]
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I like everything on you. [ It's true. And not only in the way he would usually mean it, where she's entirely too beautiful to look bad in anything, but: he likes her modeling things for him. Likes getting to take those things back off again~. ] Silly.
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[ -- so she can give him a shove and flip him onto his back, taking full advantage of the fact that she's a bit stronger and faster, and he probably won't fight her on it. She swings a leg over him so she's astride his hips, or would be if her nightgown wasn't in the way. ]
I'm more curious how I look on you. [ Her irritation at her nightclothes gives way to amusement as she tugs up the hem nice and slow, clearly teasing him as she rucks it up around her thighs. ]
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Well — you can definitely only improve the picture.
[ His gaze on the hem of her nightgown, he wets his lips. ]
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[ She swoops down, her back in an elegant arch, to lean far over him while her long hair falls over her shoulder. One hand starts to work his shirt open
no pullovers in the 1800'swhile the other perches on the mattress above his shoulder, every appearance of pinning him down without actually doing so. ]Tell me about that picture. [ If he says what he wants, she might just give it. Might not, but she's going to insist regardless, and he won't be denying her. ]
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Oh, do they glow for reasons other than bloodlust, or is he just very much expected to be ~thirsty~ right now.] [ The fact that buttons have to exist right now is absolutely a tragedy, Lupine will bite his bottom lip for a moment while he watches that — before barking out a husky laugh. ]Sure, drain all the blood out of my brain, then ask for poetry.
[ Purr. ]
I was thinking — how much having nothing on except for you... would have to be a much better look than any actual clothes I could wear.
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Anything that gets them piqued is fair game! Bloodlust, anger, regular lust if it's enough like hunting, all glowy eyes.][ She gives him a look that stretches on for a moment, just watching him with the gears turning, and then with a swift movement she tears the rest of his shirt open, ripping the buttons from their stitches. Her nails scrape across his stomach, opening parallel gashes that should be healed over before the buttons skitter to the floor. ]Is that so?
[ Straightening, she moves like she might have been going for his pants fastening, but instead she stretches upward, arms overhead, one hand reaching back to yank the ornate pin from her long hair, which she shakes out with a playful grin. The pin is tossed out of sight and she reaches down to gather the hem of her nightgown, and just before she tugs it up and off her eyes flare a brilliant, glowing red. ]
We'll see how right you are.
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Then there's definitely glow happening.] [ hnnnghfuck, that's so hot, he can't breathe for a few seconds. His hands find her naked hips, light because he can't really touch her any other way, but she'll still feel the way his fingers curl, tension knotting in his hands.Wetting his lips, ]
Trust me on this one.
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[ She stoops down to nose at his chest, then bite down. She doesn't stay to drink, however, only licks up the remnants of blood as the wounds heal over, the most perfect give and take between a Queen and her Chevalier, only to move a few inches and do the same again in a slow, bloody path until her red-tinted lips whisper against his mouth. ]
That you treat me with care is nice, but I won't break. [ It's all right to take what he wants. She likes when they're on equal footing in these matters, and she knows he'll stop if she even thinks it loud enough (why she could ever want that is a mystery to her, but it's the plain truth). ]
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But the words settle on him, and then he's — laughing, low and thick. ]
Like you couldn't break me over your knee.
[ Like his eyes don't burn brighter thinking of it. ] [ Lupine sits up, meets her in a hungry kiss, and flips her over onto her back because she's all but ordering it, half shrugging out of his slightly worse-for-wear shirt as he does so. ]
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Only if you ask nicely.
[ And then he's stretching up for her, kissing her, pinning her down, his eyes and body and blood craving her in that way she adores. Her fangs lance through his lip, and with his shirt out of her way she scratches deep welts up his shoulders, knowing that his blood will taste all the sweeter the more she makes him want her. ]