[Izzy Montoya] 123 not me!
[Edwin Morr] The night was cool and crisp, with wide, fluffy clouds skating across an icy sky where a cat’s eye Moon died silently overhead. Inside a small, forgettable diner in Lakeview, a hole in the wall by comparison to the ritzy hotels that set like paragons of wealth to either side, a man with sharp but forgettable features hovers over a meal of steak and potatoes. There were green beans to one side, untouched green beans…
And a bubbling glass of icy cold soda sets beside the plate, the figure’s elbows on the table as though he had little care for propriety or even table manners in lieu of company. The way he rests over his food, greedily… He almost seemed a wolf looming over a kill. Protecting it from other would be opportunists.
Teeth slightly too sharp to be human masticate the meat eagerly… Making swift work of it.
[Izzy Montoya] Her days between work and midnight are her own once again, and she has taken every advantage of it. In fact she only was at the station for 30 minutes this morning, checking in, making the “When you leave for work” part of her punishment a literal clause, though she went straight from there home, and straight to bed. As a result, she’s rested, she’s looking better than she has in a week, despite the mass of bruises that mottle her facial features into a stunning array of colors. Her eyes are sharper, her step lighter, her senses keener for the first time since she snapped at Daniel 10 days ago.
That doesn’t mean she’s any less furious with him or the situation of course. She’s simply in better control.
The bell of the old hole in the wall diner’s door rings out, and she steps inside. Everything about her screams cop, though her badge is currently in the pocket of her long leather coat. She wears it unbuttoned, so that she can reach her weapon with ease, and the flow of the coat about her hides the bulge of the gun at the small of her back. Dark slacks, lighter tailored blouse, and sensible shoes complete the outfit. Her hair is down, as usual, flowing past her shoulders in an unruly wave. Her head is down – as much to hide her bruises as to check the messages on her phone as she waits to be seated.
[Edwin Morr] Edwin’s eyes cast a sidelong, shaded gaze at Izzy as she enters, and he pauses in wolfing down the meal before him momentarily. After he finishes chewing and swallows, a lopsided liar’s grin breaks out upon his lips…
At some point, Izzy would look in his direction. When she did, she would find a fork waving at her from the darkened little corner; the lopsided grinning No Moon nodding for her to join him at his table.
[Izzy Montoya] At some point she does, indeed look up, and when she sees that motion with the fork, a little smirk falls into place across her lips. She looks at the hostess, forgoes a menu and just tells the woman her order and gestures to Edwin’s table, and makes her way in that direction. Moments later, she’s sliding free from her coat, and tossing it into an empty seat, and then slides into her own.
“Fancy meeting you here… I saw you’ve been keeping my Xbox warm for me…”
[Edwin Morr] Edwin’s grin widens, ever so slightly, as he takes another bite of the steak… Running it through the mashed potatoes and gravy on the other side of the plate. Chewing, he nods and winks, and remains silent with his mouth closed until he swallows. Then his mid range drawl floats out, just loud enough for her to hear.
“So I have… Reckon ya’ve been upholdin’ yer end uh th’bargain fer me…
In spite uh whutever fella’s been playin’ kickball wit’cher face?”
[Izzy Montoya] That makes her chuckle. “I reckon that since the Xbox was still warm when I woke up yesterday, that you were there long enough to hear the answer to that question on your own…”
The waitress arrives with her coffee, and she nods her thanks, and then when the poor dear stairs. “Bar brawl. You should see the other guy.” Apparently she’s been asked enough the answer is automatic.
And, as Edwin knows, a total lie.
She waits until the waitress moves away again, and then runs her fingers back through her hair, before letting it fall again. “Yeah. Part of my punishment is abstinence. You can well imagine how much I like THAT… and the fucker has a nose that…” obviously, she’d broken that rule once to know that she’d be caught no matter what…
[Edwin Morr] Edwin nods, still grinning that sly troubling grin.
“Oh, I reckon I heard uh li’l sum’in’ whut put uh smile on m’face. Though I gotta tell ya… Ain’t half th’smile I wore walkin’ outa yer place last time.
Hearin’s only half so good’s doin’.”
He takes a swig of the brown soda in the glass, and sets it back on the table quietly. A few moments pass, as Edwin watches her…
“An’ I gits dis feelin’ I’ve an idea’r two how much fun yer havin’ dese days…
So, all dat said… Whut’s dis feller’s name whut ya met’n dat bar, e’sactly?”
[Izzy Montoya] That makes her laugh, softly. “Amen, Edwin. Amen. But next time, you sneak on back and have a peek to – the door was open, and given the circumstances, I don’t mind me an audience.”
She takes a breath, and then sighs, lifting her cup and taking a long drink of the hot coffee inside. She sets it back down on the saucer, and nods, pitching her voice to reach only him. “Daniel. And wasn’t so much a bar as a brick wall that he introduced me too – intimately – multiple times. He has a problem using my name. I’ve asked repeatedly that he use it rather than call me ‘kinswoman’ – I snapped, and he near killed me. Kemp, the current Jarl, decided that our punishment is that he’s my sole warder. Something about my learning respect or some shit, and his learning control. Until yesterday I wasn’t even allowed to return home. Now, i’m on lockdown at the broho from midnight till 6 – reward for good behavior.”
And that smirk right there tells just how frustrated and bitter and furious she really is.
[Edwin Morr] Edwin whistles in a low tone, and shakes his head, his grin turning almost a touch dark. It wasn’t so much that the grin was in any way diminished; quite the contrary, it almost seemed enhanced… Cruelty tilting the edge of the lip upward, giving the expression a near hint of a sneer. The merest suggestion of something dark and terrible, something that Edwin was all too content to do and without reservation.
The merest whisper that nothing was beyond him; that no deed would cause him a moment’s pause, had he but reason for doing it.
“Oh, well… Ain’t dat uh peach. Don’t rightly sound as though ‘e’s got much incentive ta learn control. Don’t rightly sound like he’s gittin’ th’gist uh thangs.”
Another swig of soda pop…
“Why, oh why, cain’t nob’dy seem ta keep from flyin’ off th’handle dese days? Like folk’ve jes’ gone plumb nuts’r some such.”
[Izzy Montoya] She nods slightly, a hand lifting to brush across her face – not near the scrub she wants t do, not yet. She knows all to well the blinding agony that results in, still. She’s getting better, but she still has a long way to go.
“It’s not like I don’t know what I am? But for crissakes, those fuckers are walking in on crime scenes, and wondering why I snap at them for it. They refuse to acknowledge I’ve got a fuckin name – try explaining to the cops why strangers are calling me ‘kinswoman’! – and then they do this? HOTWIRE MY CAR and drive it off from yet another crime scene, and send me to work looking like this – so that the cruelest irony of all is that I have to still protect the motherfuckers. Now tell me – how is ALL of that MY fault, and how does it do anything but INCREASE the workload of what I already do to cover the motherfuckin Nation’s ass from the mundane?”
….she’s been holding THAT in for a while.
[Edwin Morr] “Easy doll…”
Edwin’s shaded gaze flits to where the waitress hovers from one table to the next, her eyes glancing at their table as Izzy’s volume increases. He shoots her an apologetic look and a grin, as if to say women, and shrugs ever so slightly.
Then, his attention returns to Izzy, before he speaks.
“Well, iss dis simple, doll. Whuther ’tis yer fault’r no, some folk’r right quick ta blame ever’body else fer pro’lems dey made. An’ th’more dey think dey ain’t gotta answer fer whut dey’s been doin’, th’worse dat gits.
Seems ta me I’s heard shit rolls downhill… Seein’s dey’s in charge, dat puts you downhill. ‘Tain’t right… Tain’t fair…
But den… Life ain’t fair. Ain’t never been fair, ain’t never gonna be fair. All’s any uh us c’n do’s th’best we can, an’ hope th’breaks works out ‘nour favor ever’ now’n’gain.
Mebbe’s disheart’nin’… but I always heard tell dat ‘Fairs’s places hogs go ta win ribbons.’ Dat ain’t got uh blessed thang ta do wit’ life in gen’ral.”
[Izzy Montoya] She sets her elbows on the table, and rubs her temples lightly, sighing. “I know. I just miss the old days… back before the latest crop of assholes came in.”
She closes her eyes, and shakes her head, slightly. “I don’t know what they expect him to learn from me – he won’t bend on anything. I know what they want me to learn, but my opinions have not changed, nor are they likely too. When one of them takes the time to say hey, Izzy, why do you feel that way? then… maybe then I’ll let them in.”
Then she just arches a brow at him, and chuckles, teasing. “Though maybe not quite how I let you in…”
[Edwin Morr] ((Paused here for now.))
[Edwin Morr] Edwin chuckles and grins wider, giving Izzy a knowing wink.
“Well, seems ta me I don’t rightly mind ya bein’ uh mite e’sclusive in dat r’gard… More fer me…”
Then he sighs deeply…
“‘Fraid ya gotcherself one uh dem dere imposs’ble tasks. He’s ta learn from ya, but’e’s too muleheaded ta do dat. Reckon my advice is ta give ‘im all th’rope he wants ta hang ‘isself wit’. If’n he’s ta be learnin… An’ don’t… He’ll pay in spades, if’n dat bunch uh brainless monsters’s anythin’ like me’n mine.”
[Izzy Montoya] She chuckles softly, and sits up, wrapping her fingers around her coffee cup and taking a slow sip, enjoying the freedom to sit here, almost as much as she enjoys the company. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll always have a place for you – unless lightening strikes and somehow I’m suddenly changed into someone looking for a long term mate. The odds on that are pretty much in your favor.” She winks, and stretches out her legs under the able, crossing her ankles, and nudging her foot against his calf playfully.
She nods, agreeing that Daniel is a hard headed mule. “I promised John I’d do whatever Daniel asked, at least until I regain my freedom, as long as it doesn’t cross a certain line. But you know me – it ain’t easy to bite my damn tongue all the time.”
[Edwin Morr] “Yeah… Gits ol’ mighty quick. Some fellers jes’ ain’t got th’sense ta let thangs lie. ‘Course, ain’t jes’ fellers dese days.
Had uh gal try ta take m’face off uh short while ago.”
Edwin takes another bite of steak and potatoes, chewing the bite completely with his mouth closed, taking a swig of the soda at hand before continuing.
“As fer matin’… I somehow git dis a’here feelin’ I’d end up shot.
Den ‘gain… M’luck ain’t goin’ so hot lately anywho; might be uh nice change…”
He bumps her foot with his calf, the sly grin widening ever so slightly and turning a touch more… sinful.
[Izzy Montoya] She leans back as her soup and sandwich is delivered, and ignores the blatant stare at her face as she unfolds her napkin and lays it in her lap. Only when she’s gone does she grin across the table at Edwin, her foot sliding against his leg gently, as she takes the first bite of her soup. “Do tell – who would dare attack the Bogeyman…”
And then she chuckles, that sinful grin of his mirrored in dark eyes. “Oh really – now… you’d get shot if you mated… or if I did…” because such distinctions were important, of course.
[Edwin Morr] Edwin grins and shrugs.
“We gots’r en’mies, same’s ever’one else. But I’s callin’ on uh house whut I’d been invited to, an’ one’uh my kind tried ta eat m’face off for’t. Don’t worry, though…
She’s gonna git’er come-uppance in spades right quick.”
He whispers more quietly…
“Y’know… I done missed dese here chats whut we has, you’n’ me. Downright relaxin’.” Though whether he meant the chat or what she was doing to his leg was left pointedly vague.
“Naw, I meant you’d likely shoot me sooner’r later. I kinda got dis way ’bout me… Whut not ever’body appreciates, e’sactly.”
[Izzy Montoya] “Good. Lemme know if you need a steady gunhand. Can’t have no one messing with my favorite Bogeyman…” She winks at him, and then leans forward. “Me too. So relaxing, I’m damn tempted to drag you into the bathroom back there and… talk, some more”
She doesn’t stop with that foot either, keeping a slow caress and nudge thing going, enjoying the clandestine connection under the darkness of the booth. Sometimes the subtle moments are even more arousing than the outright, open flirtations.
“Now why would I shoot you… You’re too much fun to keep around. Granted – if I mated, it’d likely have to be Fenrir and HE might shoot you… but fortunately for us both, the whole claiming thing goes against the rules.”
[Edwin Morr] “Lucky day…”
Edwin grins widely again as he finishes off the steak and potatoes. After a couple moments spent chewing and swallowing the food, and a final swig of the soda pop, he answers… His gaze more distant.
“Nah, won’t be necess’ry. Though I may hafta do some thangs ta settle it. Thangs some folk won’t like. Dey’ll say I’m evil. Dey’ll say I’m immoral. Dey’ll say I ain’t right in th’head.
I ain’t gonna argue wit’ ’em. Reckon’s more important fer me ta tell ya dat I does whut I does fer good reasons… An’ while dem folk may not un’erstand, dat don’t mean th’reasons’s whut dey say they are. I guess I’m jes’ askin’ fer ya not ta believe whutcha hear… Not ‘thout talkin’ wit’ me ’bout it, anywho.”
Edwin then turns his shaded gaze to Izzy, that sly, liar’s grin upon his lips as he speaks. “Though y’know… Dat bathroom does seem mighty cozy. An’ ‘twould give us some priv’cy ta go discussin’ thangs.”
[Izzy Montoya] She listens to him, and more importantly, watches as he speaks. Izzy is a perceptive one, and she often sees much more than most folks expect. She also keeps a lot more to herself than folks expect too. She reaches across the table and touches his hand briefly, just a slide of her fingers across his knuckles with a nod. “Seems to me that folks say an awful lot of things about all of us, usually without even bothering to get to know us first and see if that’s how things really are. I won’t believe a word I hear until it comes from you.”
Promise made, and then he grins at her again, and she laughs. “Well, he said I couldn’t have sex… but he didn’t say anything about petting. Heavy, heavy petting…” a beat “I mean deep, deep discussions…”
[Edwin Morr] “Look’t how ol’ Clinton skirted dat line… Sex means some thangs ta some folk, udder thangs ta others. Yer guard’yan oughta be uh might more careful ’bout leavin’ loopholes uh dat sort lyin’ ‘roun’…”
Edwin winks, and taps his nose, before standing and stretching.
“Well… Reckon I’m uh head on back…”
Then, in a much lower whisper that just carries to her.
“See ya dere, doll.”
And with that, Edwin starts toward the bathroom at the back of the restaurant.
[Izzy Montoya] And that smirk of hers slides wicked, oh so wicked as he stands and stretches and talks about loopholes. She watches as he stands, as he touches his nose and whispers, and then slips toward the back of the restaurant and the bathrooms there.
She waits a few moments, and take a few bites of her soup, and then stands, and makes her way back to the bathroom as well, soon rapping her knuckles along the door before slipping inside.
[Edwin Morr] She slips inside… A hand reaches over her shoulder to lock the dead bolt on the door. A grinning, sly bogeyman stands just behind her, his hips pressing against her backside suggestively as he whispers in her ear.
“Whut kept ya?”
His arm slips around her waist, holding her close to him as he breaths warm, intimate breaths against the back of her neck, and trails tender biting kisses against her ear.
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[Izzy Montoya] She closes her eyes and leans back into him, her arm sliding over his before up to let her fingers slide around the back of his neck, teasing along the sensitive skin.
“It would never do to be obvious..”
She tips her head, baring his neck for his nips and kisses, her sigh at once content and thrilled as her other hand slides along his hip and ass as she presses back against him in a slow grind.
“Ooooooh I have missed this….”
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[Edwin Morr] “Good… Uh feller hates ta think he’s lost ‘is touch.”
Edwin grins and continues to nibble and nip along the side of her neck… His hands exploring naughty places as he feels his anatomy respond to the slow grind. His skin was warm to the touch, hot almost…
“So… Whudda you call sex, e’sactly? Where’s yer line?”
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[Izzy Montoya] His hands slide over her and she moans softly at the back of her throat, melting back against him, putty in his very capable hands… she slides a hand between them, teasing along the front of his jeans in time with that slow grind… before she pulls her holster out of the way (…is that a gun or are ya just happy to see him…) and sets it on the edge of thesink and lets her hand find it’s way between them again.
He’s hot to the touch, and her fingers curl against the back of his neck, nails dragging along skin lightly… “Intercourse is sex… I figure all else is fair game”
Oh naughty, naughty loopholes…
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[Edwin Morr] “Hard t’argue dat…”
And with that, Edwin’s grin turns lecherous and excited, as she slides her hand between them. Edwin’s hands move to her shirt… Untucking it… his hands moving to her breasts.
Then, one hand departs Izzy’s breast, to drift between her thighs… Teasing her over the pants.
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[Izzy Montoya] “That’s what I figured…”
She chuckles softly, her eyes opening slightly so she can watch him in the mirror, watch what he does to her as his hands slide under her shirt. She arches into his touch, while her hands sip behind her to work in tandem to get at the fastening of his jeans, working them free so that she can sip a hand inside, sliding along his length in eager caress. His fingers find her thighs eagerly parting for him – as always, in this she is wonton, a sensation slut, someone who lives for the thrill of the touch of skin against skin…
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[Edwin Morr] ((Paused here for now))
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[Edwin Morr] His hand pets eagerly over her breast, pinching the nipple through the fabric of her bra as he sighs deeply… Her continued sliding causes the already firm member to harden, to strain still more against the denim/cotton prison in which it resides with Izzy’s hand.
“Yer awful good’t dat…”
Then, the sly grinning No Moon’s hand begins fevered petting over the warmth it finds between her thighs, as teeth a little too sharp nibble gently at Izzy’s neck… Just enough to be felt without leaving a mark.
[Izzy] Her breath catches with that pinch, back arching to press closer to his hand, her gaze still watching them in the mirror across the small bathroom. “Mmmmmm… you’re not so bad at… oh yeah, that…” His petting, his touch along the heat between her thighs coupled with the sharp bite brings a soft moan, the sound free and unrestrained even here, even now. She runs her tongue along her lower lip, before she sucks it between her teeth, biting gently as her hands continue the warm, eager caress along his length.
“I’m good at an awful lot of things…”
Her free hand slides up around his neck as she twists slightly, guiding his mouth away from her neck, claiming it for her own in a feverish, lip-bruising kiss…
[Edwin]Their lips meet feverishly, Edwin’s tasting as always of sharply sweet corn whiskey and now steak and potatoes. It isn’t an instant before his lips part, his tongue seeking hers as he moves closer still, pushing her oh so gently up against the wall of the bathroom… Keeping her from escaping his lecherous predation.
His hand leaves her thighs to unbutton her shirt… A hand slipping to her back to perform the single handed bra unclasp trick. Then both his hands slide under her bra to begin toying and teasing her nipples with a touch at times tender, at others more rough.
His fingers traced gentle circles around the tender flesh, before grasping them and twisting them slowly but firmly… Trouble and lightning dance in the blue eyed nightmare’s gaze, as all the while her hand’s insistence causes a storm to brew within him, causes the monster within him to rouse from its slumber.
[Izzy] He tastes as she remembers, of whiskey over meat and potatoes and he feels as good as she remembers as well. Her shirt falls unbuttoned, her bra soon easily pushed out of the way as nipples harden under his play, and soft moans beg for still more. She has no plans for escape – she can think of no other place she’d rather be then here, right now.
A soft cry as he twists tender flesh, her fingers pausing but half a moment along his length as the sensation rockets through her slender frame, only allow fingertips to slide across sensitive head, gather the moisture there, only to slide back down his shaft once more. The monster rouses, and she encourages it to waken completely, to devour her, right here and now…
She presses against the wall, but only for leverage to remain so close to him as she slides his pants and boxers down over his hip, ridding herself of clothing’s restrictive catch on her hand, freeing slender fingers to explore further, more insistently along heated flesh..
[Edwin] Edwin’s skin was hot to the touch, and Rage dances across it like lightning through storm clouds. His tongue dances against hers, writhing like a snake, as she explores more heatedly along his erection. A low growl escapes his lips at the same time as she begins the exploration…
Meanwhile, his fingers again begin brushing her nipples… A hand moving down again to her thighs, pressing and rubbing against her most sensitive areas deliberately. Then, a button on her pants seems to pop open by itself, the zipper likewise mysteriously opening…
[Izzy] The touch of rage warmed skin is addicting. It melts away any reservation, it tugs at her senses and reminds her that though she dreams of control – the only control she truly has was in the decision to walk through the bathroom door and surrender to his touch… her tongue tangles with his, exploring his mouth with breathless abandon, his low growl – born from her touch – setting off a moan deep in the back of her throat, a subtle submission to him voiced with each soft sound.
Fingers brush across nipples that are hard, aching, until thighs part for his deliberate touch again. Slacks mysteriously open, and all she knows, all she cares is that it allows him unrestricted access to the moist heat between her thighs, and while she is tempted to fall to her knees and take him between her lips – the desire to feel his touch first overwhelms everything, one hand sliding over his, guiding him under the lace edge of her panties with a soft moan… the other never pausing in the exploration of his shaft, gliding through the moisture over sensitive tip to slide down around him again.
[Edwin] He breaks from the kiss to lean his head back and take a deep drink of air, her touch causing his eyes to roll back in his head even as that sly grin begins to veritably drip with sin. Another growl escapes his throat as she continues to stroke him.
The hand that glides under the lace panties crooks its middle finger as it finds the source of the heat, sliding between the sensitive folds to brush her clitoris. Then, it begins to run the length of the sensitive folds of Izzy’s pussy, before dipping inside yet again.
[Izzy] “ohgoooooooood” the words fall in the form of another soft cry, as she slides her hand from his, letting him play at will, exploring soft sensitive skin, teasing against her clit as her hand grasps his arm instead, holding herself steady under the wash of sensations that rocket through her with so simple a touch.
He breaks the kiss, his head falling back so that he can breathe, as she lets her head fall to his shoulder, her eyes closed, her entire being focused solely on him, and what he’s doing to her – as well as the encouragement of that growl… a growl that urge her to continue, to cause that sinfully sly grin to grow still more… she aims to have that grin permanently etched across his lips for hours to come, truth be told…
[Edwin] His fingers trace in and out of her, steadily brushing back and forth as his finger slips between the sensitive folds. Then, it slides up to brush past her clitoris, before again trailing down… Soon, a second finger joins the first, his pace increasing… Until with a sinful grin, his hands find the lace of her panties and push them down her thighs.
His fingers then resume their exploration of her, dancing the sensitive folds and clitoris… Before moving for a very specific spot that he just happened to have some idea existed.
Izzy’s head finds his shoulders, and Edwin’s lips again find her neck, nibbling upon it… Gently nipping her earlobe, and then trailing his nose down the sensitive flesh on the side of her neck. Meanwhile, within him, the monster rouses still more… The wolf wakened by the new sensations and pleasure dancing the Bogeyman’s synapses.
[Izzy] Her breath falls in soft amused pant as her panties are shoved past her hips, freeing his fingers to explore at will as she rocks into his touch, her grip along his bicep tightening as she cries out softly. She bares her neck for him, surrendered completely to his whim, as her hand slides along his length, teasing across the shaft and sensitive tip, wrapping into a stroke that matches what he does to her. Restricted as they are from one small thing, it makes this sneaky, sly,stolen moments all that more intensely felt…
Her hand doesn’t stop, falling into a rhythm with a tease of light nails along the underneath of his cock, sliding along into a grip that encourages him to let himself swim in the wake of her expert touch…
[Edwin] Edwin’s sinful grin never leaves his lips, as between trailing kisses to her shoulder, he speaks in a low, gruff whisper.
“Whutcha laughin’ at, doll?”
The nibbling moves along her shoulder, the spot where the neck meets the shoulder… Before it begins drifting further down her chest. Eventually, teeth too sharp for human begin to nibble about her collarbone.
The motions of his hand never seem to stop; they speed up, they slow down… Brushing her clitoris, dancing amidst the sensitive folds, plunging deep inside her… A thin sheen of sweat begins on his exposed skin, as the building heat and excitement and the growing fight with the Wolf within start to evidence themselves upon the deceptive creature’s form.
[Izzy] What’s she laughing at… it brings the smile back, though she is breathless, and cannot find voice for words, mere moans and soft cries as he drives her ever higher, ever closer to that edge.. heat building under her skin shown in a flush that warms through her…
Finally, laced with a moan “Nothing…fuckinchrist you feel good…”
Teeth that are too sharp to be human prick at her skin, about her collarbone, and she simply lets her head fall back, allowing him unrestricted access to her skin, to mark as he pleases – so long as it is under her clothing. Rules, rules… always the..
He plunges fingers deep inside her, and she rocks with the motion, her own fingers drawing him down the same path, with eager strokes that fall into a rhythm that matches that within her, sliding along heated skin eagerly, her free hand sliding along his hip, nails dragging teasingly, occasionally digging in lightly, holding herself steady as knees weaken, her senses lost entirely to the way he so easily plays her…
[Edwin] “So d’you, doll…”
His statement is nothing so much as a low, gruff whisper, almost again that growl that he’d made mere moments before. In and out, time and again, his hand works against her… Until yet another finger joins the first two. The clit gets brushed about every third or fourth motion, until its being hit with the thumb instead… Leaving the fingers to continue steadily about their work within her.
He grins, his teeth gritted behind that sinful upturn of the lips, as the urge to make good on what they were playing at crosses his mind for not the first time. His lips continue to dance along the collarbone, sliding along it like a harmonica almost… Each time they stop leaving gentle, nibbling kisses.
He felt his senses dance like a live wire dangling from a phone poll, every so often striking ground and causing current to race along his skin. And in one of those moments, eyes of stormy blue flash a golden yellow… Then back to blue as he blinks. Grinning and chuckling darkly as they continue to move.
[Izzy] There is no more thought, no more coherent words – she’s lost the ability to form them with the way his hand work against her, -in- her… so much so that if he were to make good on what they play at, if he were to bend her over that sink – she would not stop him. Some punishments are worth it… some are willingly taken for the moments of pure sensation, the ability to let go of all restrictions and simply… feel. And feel everything…
sensation races along under her skin, building a fire that can’t be eased, that she doesn’t -want- eased, her soft sounds and breathless cries urging him on, begging for more, still more, always more… His eyes change colors, the monster wars under his skin, and she encourages him to let go with every slide of fingers against skin, the curve of her palm along the sensitive glans, to slide down again in eager caress… clinging to his hip with her other hand as he works her ever closer to that edge, as she strives for nothing more than to let go… to freefall into orgasms mindless wave…
[Edwin] And like that, it seems that willpower gives way to passionate desire. He continues to work against her, his hand moving inside her… As his other hand moves to her shoulder. It turns her slowly, pushing her forward and into the sink, as his hand slides around behind her, resuming its teasing and tempting of her sensitive folds. Then, he guides himself to her…. and after a brief moment, pushes his cock inside.
“Sorry doll… some teases’s jes’ too much ta take.”
His forgettable features are covered with that self-same wide grin, dripping sin, as the No Moon’s hips begin to move against her, pumping fast, then slow, then faster still, the tempo changing every couple thrusts. Eyes of blue drift golden again, before retaking their blue cast… Lightning dancing under his skin as the Wolf began to hammer at its restraints more wholly now.
Somehow… Perhaps it had been a forgone conclusion. The one called Edwin Morr, unable to help himself from doing what he’d had in mind the whole while. Whatever his good intentions upon first hearing of the woman’s restrictions.
[Izzy] “Oh thank god…” Is her reply as he turns her, and bends her over the sink. Her hands fold around the sinks edge, as she pushes back against him, the moan low in her throat admitting this was likely a foregone conclusion, that no matter their best intentions that give way to the reality of pleasure shared.
She meets his gaze in the mirror, her smile not near the same dripping with sin as his is, but filled with delighted, rebellions mischief just the same as she presses back to meet each thrust that pushes so deep within her. A hand slides from the chill of the sink to side along her side, over her breast, teasing briefly before dipping between her thighs, teasing herself with a slide of fingertips along her clit further back to drag along his length as he pushes into her, back to tease across her clit again…
She makes no apologies for enjoying sex, for loving sensation, for thrilling in the press of rage against her back as the wolf fights to be free… she simply freefalls into the tripping synapses and wildfire electric dance of heat under her skin with abandon…
[Edwin] Edwin can’t help but let another growl escape as she teases them both, one hand moving to her shoulder as his hips pump hard against hers. Then, his free hand lightly traces the curves of her back with his index finger, the merest of touches…
Sweat shimmers upon his skin, and the gaze that meets hers is blue or golden by turn, his expression could easily pass for exuberant smile or an outright snarl depending upon the circumstance. Rage, it suffused everything the garou did… And this was no different.
His free hand drifts down, to smack her ass cheek playfully… As though he’d decided such moments were to be owned or not had at all. Then, the hand drifts around her hip, giving it a tight squeeze… Before it moves to tease her clit and her nipples in turn.
The storm raging within him becomes a thunderhead, lightning sears the heavens… Anew the Romulus that was Edwin Morr and the Remus that was Leaves-No-Trace struggle against each other, locked forever in combat both against each other, and as allies against the world.
[Izzy] Her back curls into that touch, and a startled breath, a laughed cry as he slaps her ass follows… and the smirk that dances in her gaze as she meets his mirrored eyes shows just how much he thrills her right here, right now… and then he’s teasing her everywhere at once, each thrust pushing her farther, each tease of hardened nipple and throbbing clit sending shockwaves through her until she can’t do anything but cling to the edge of the sink, holding herself upright, encouraging him with hips and soft rising cries…
Until she can hold back no longer, and she succumbs completely to his control, to the havoc he wrecks on her slender form, sensation twisting through her until she tightens around him, the inner muscles clenching and rippling as release slams through her…
teeth sink into her lower lip, trying to hold back her cry, but not entirely succeeding as she freefall into overwhelming sensation, synapses firing and misfiring again under her skin as she quakes against him, tightens around him, orgasm ripping through her, threatening to tear her to shreds… leaving her breathless, and begging for more…
[Edwin] She orgasms first, causing him to wink at her in the mirror, his hips still pounding against hers. Faster and faster still, as her cries, while barely muffled, serve to spur on his efforts. Now there wasn’t nearly so much change in tempo, not nearly the subtlety she’d seen him exhibit before. His hips just pushed harder, faster, more and more, never stopping…
Blue, gold, blue, gold, blue… Back and forth his eyes did flash, almost as though it were giving her visual clues as to which of the Gemini souls within the this creature had the advantage on its brother. His teeth were clamped tight, as his hands find her hips, pulling her tightly into him again… and again… and again…
Until it seems he too can no longer hold off the sensations dancing along his skin, every hair follicle seemed alive of its own volition, gooseflesh prickling on his chest as the already warm skin seems to grow almost too hot to touch. His hips ram into hers, pushing himself tightly inside her…
And then the orgasm sweeps him away as well. He holds her hips fast to him, gripping them roughly as though unwilling to let them have free reign to escape. His breath is held without conscious effort, and his chin drops as golden eyes close… His every muscle clenched tightly.
[Izzy] He rides her through her orgasm, and with every pound leaves her breathlessly crying out for more as – before sensation for the first can do more than simply slow, he is pushing her higher still, his fingers digging into her hips and holding hr tight enough to leave marks she’ll not notice till later on, and he pulls her tight again and again, pressing deep, deep, deeper still…
And when he succumbs at last, he drags her with him, her body tightening around him in a rippling welcome as sensation tears through her body once again in time with the pushing pulse of his cock so deep inside her. Her fingers hold the edge of the sink tightly, one hand reaching back, sliding over his hip, holding him against her as she fights to remember how to breathe again….
“Ohfuuuuuuck.” Breathless, it is, as she lets her head fall forward, resting against her hand, and simply trembles against him… Only when he begins to breath again does she lift her her head, her shoulders, her back arching easily to keep him so deeply within her, even as she reaches back to wrap her fingers around his neck, holding on to him – one bit of sanity in her currently insane situation…
[Edwin] His breath comes in ragged gulps of air, that sly grin still playing about his lips, though muted now with the sheen of fatigue and the general pleasantness and afterglow of such passionate endeavors. She reaches back to grab Edwin’s neck, his arms reach around her to hold her pleasantly close… His chest heaving with the draw of breath in his lungs.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, a steady pounding has been coming from the door outside. A woman yells at them to knock it off and leave, and Edwin can’t help but laugh at her impotent fury.
Then, leaning forward slightly, he whispers to Izzy.
“I don’ rightly care how mad she is… Dat’ne was worth ever’ second, doll…”
With each ragged breath, control returns, the bonds of the beast holding it fast anew as the passion was sated, thirst slaked…
[Izzy] The sound of pounding makes her laugh, as she’s not heard anything but their own breath and soft cries since they locked that door. He folds her into his arms, and she smiles contentedly at him, meeting his gaze in the mirror as he whispers…
“Every fuckin’ second… If I get caught, I’ll willingly take whatever punishment they deem fit… -that- was fuckin’ worth it.” Her breath returns to normal slowly, and she just relaxes against him, sighing contentedly as she teases. “I trust you found I was indeed keeping my part of the bargain..”
[Edwin] “Y’know th’best way ta han’le punishments? Don’ git caught. An’ yes… I gotta admit, both th’xbox’n’ yer box was warmed up jes’ fine… Fair’s fair.”
He grins that sly liar’s grin at her, and winks…
“Either way, reckon I’ll do m’best ta see’t yer xbox stays dat way, ‘tleast.”
(and fade)