loccent | run with wolves

[This at least is familiar territory. She's been at odds with herself for days now, running in circles in her head trying to figure out how she feels and what she thinks. But in this space there is just her and him and she understands this and the way he groans for her. She feels triumphant, and all the more to hear him speak again.

He's not even trying, but the rough tones of his voice between breaths pleases her so sharply that he'll surely notice. She decides she loves the way he looks at her when it's like this, and her hand skims up his arm, higher until it curls over the slope of his shoulder.]

And if I do want you to, promise you will?

[Reckless, reckless, reckless. Can he tell that she's given her answer with that question?]

[ His answer is a nip at her mouth - painful enough to cause pleasure but gentle enough to spur her on. Picking her up from her seat is effortless, and there's a possessive quality to the way one hand guides her leg up and around his waist, while the other wraps around her body to keep her close.

His lips find her throat then; the sweet and tender flesh where he can feel the quickening of her pulse.

It's been a long, long time since he's wanted anyone. While it will occur to him only much later, in this moment, there is no struggle with his wolf. There is only Eun and the heat between them; the give of the couch as he falls back with a pleased sound.

They fit so very well.

He is well-versed in the dance of seduction; to coax her to come alive under his callused fingers with the slightest shift in pressure and brush of skin. For all that they remain fully clothed - because they had agreed to take things slow - he will make sure that she knows pleasure at his touch. ]

Porque eres muy hermosa.

Edited 2020-04-15 09:55 (UTC)

[It's only been days, not even two full weeks, and Eun feels like she has been trying very hard to let pieces of herself out into the open only in slips and slides. Not just with Asil, but with everyone. With him, she'd also held back a bit more, not out of fear of being herself but because they were trying to pace themselves. The responsibility was on both of them to not ramp things up too quickly.

Kissing him now feels like exhaling a breath she's been holding in all this time, and when she feels him nip at her mouth it's like he's released that last pin that was keeping everything tamped down. She groans in response, savoring the sharpness, and as he picks her up with an ease she hadn't yet experienced before, her arms and legs wind around him eagerly. Her legs untangle only as he sits, but Eun's body presses against his as if she was always meant to be there.

Her hand slides up his neck to the back of his head, fingertips running over his hair, and she groans his name while he's still tucked into the crook of her neck. It's been so, so long since she's had someone beneath her to enjoy, and the feeling is all the more intoxicating because of how much more he makes her feel than anyone has before. Because of how much she wants him. It's instinct that drives her hips into that first rolling motion against his as she moves to find his mouth again. She kisses him with lips and teeth before letting the tip of her tongue brush against his once more.]

How far... [Eun interrupts her own words to kiss him again, rising up over him with a low groan of pleasure.] How far are we taking this?

[ His head is spinning in all the right ways - full of the scent and taste of her. Letting his hands smooth over the fabric of her leggings, he fills his hands with her, urging her closer even as his own hips rise to bring their bodies flush against each other.

His body is incapable of lying - he wants her, and would like nothing more than to have her here--

--but he knows that Eun must mean how far today with her question.

There's a low, if helpless, laugh rumbling in his chest as he catches her lower lip between his teeth. ]

Far enough, [ he murmurs as he gently traces circles on her bare skin ] to give us both something to dream about. Unless you object.

[ Having her this close, he is almost sure that it has been a while since she gave herself for someone to touch. ]

Edited 2020-04-16 00:34 (UTC)

[Following on what seems to be the theme of her interactions with Asil, she finds herself conflicted by what is happening here.

With their bodies flush against each other, she's never been more grateful to be wearing leggings that let her feel him as well as she does now, and at the same time she knows it will make it that much harder for her to resist taking things further. She's grateful for how much better she can feel his hands grasping her thighs, and the way her shirt opens enough to let him stroke her bare skin, but it just makes her want to take it all off for him. It reminds her that there is so much of his own skin she wants access to...

And when he tells her he wants to go far enough to leave them sometime to dream about, Eun knows that he's asking if she objects to going that far, but what lingers more in her mind is how much she objects to not going further. It has been a very long time and there are a hundred things she'd like to do with Asil. Eun leans forward, cheek brushing his as she makes her way not to his ear, but to his neck. Her lips part over his skin as she kisses him there, sucks slowly and gently there even as she rides against his hips.]

Right now, the only objection I could have is you stopping, Asil.

[She may not know just when he intends to draw the line but she doesn't want to miss out on everything that will come before it.]

[ He inhales sharply, arching up towards her mouth, her hips, her... everything. He snakes his hands beneath her blouse, lingering at her waist before traveling upwards to gently knead at her shoulderblades. He can picture them like this, skin to skin. But he scents her need mingling with his own and reins in the urge to throw caution to the wind. ]

Take this off. [ His voice is rough, the words briefly sticking in his throat as he skims his palms along her ribcage to fill them with her breasts. ] I want to see you.

[ The wolf is watchful behind his eyes - hungry, for once, for something other than violence.

And because, it seems only fair: ] I will not object to having your hands on me.

[She could write poetry just about the way his voice sounds when he talks to her now. The way his voice slides low and rough gives her just as much pleasure as his hands on her body. Arching under his touch, she groans his name quietly as they move from her shoulders to her ribs, her breasts...

Eun pulls back, eyes dark with her pleasure, and reaches for the buttons of her over-shirt. It parts from the top down, and she shrugs it off to the floor before letting her hands move to his sides. Slender fingers dip beneath the hem of his shirt, and she shudders to feel his skin warm beneath her. Her palms skim over his abdomen toward his chest, lifting his shirt as they rise. Eun's thighs squeeze his hips between them as she rocks against him slowly once more, gaze somewhat distant and breath growing shallow with her enjoyment.]

You can see me, but if you want more than that shirt off, Asil, I want you to remove it yourself, do you understand?

[She'd be happy to strip for him, but with more than one layer she can indulge her desire to do that and also have a lover help undress her. And if her tank top comes off, he can be certain his own shirt won't be staying on long after that.]

Edited 2020-04-16 01:57 (UTC)

[ Be it far from him to deprive her of what she wants. He's not shy about his body. After a thousand years and then some, he finds modesty overrated, if at times, necessary.

He catches her wrists, gaze intent on her face, and draws her hands to his lips so he can nip at her thumb. ]

Mi amor, I would never dream of denying you.

[ It's the truth - at least for the here and now. Her arousal is intoxicating; the weight of her a heady promise of something more. But today, they will play. And he will indulge her in everything she wants while keeping his wits about them so that they do not ruin their fun.

He has been told (often enough) that he is beautiful to behold. It is a source of pride that he does not shy from. When he sheds his shirt, he does so by reaching back to grasp the fabric settled on his neck. It is not only men who enjoy a little show.

Werewolves are gifted with young and powerful bodies. Age does not touch them, disease does not ravage them - except in the most vulnerable of places, the mind. Still, he has scars and he bears them with the grace of a warrior. Claw marks mar the teak of his skin, silver against the dark. Eun will see the hint of it along his ribs. ]

[There's a brief spike of irritation that runs through her as he catches her wrists. He'd given her permission to touch him, then stopped her when she had been enjoying doing that. The look she gives him back is heated, wanting, for Eun's never shied away from sharper emotions or her reactions during times like these. But she is not entirely without patience, and soon distracted by his teeth at the pad of her thumb, making her wonder how it would feel to have him biting her elsewhere.

Biting elsewhere and calling her mi amor. Even if she didn't know a passable amount of Spanish, there are few people in the world who don't know what that translates to. She doesn't take it literally, not in the moment like this, but that he utters it at all makes her want to press her lips to his again with renewed urgency.]

You might someday, if it is part of a game. I might as well, for fun... [She trails off as he moves, and she finds herself treated to an unexpected sight. She'd asked him to undress her, but instead his arms rise above his head and bend, drawing her attention to the muscled lines of his triceps--and then so much more. Eun croons to him unconsciously, taking in the sight of his upper body with obvious and unstinting pleasure. He bears scars of his past, and somehow it only serves to make him more appealing.

Eun reaches out, tracing her fingertips over the claw marks first, lips parted softly as her eyes grow hazy. Her touch is almost greedy as her fingertips draw over his skin, even over the broad curve of his shoulders and down his upper arms.]

God, you're magnificent.

Edited 2020-04-16 02:40 (UTC)

[ It should embarrass him, even a little, to take so much pleasure in the way she looks at him now. But he finds that his stomach is taut with need as he finds himself fixated on the path her fingers draw over his skin.

His free hand is idly caressing the side of her arm, mirroring her own movements. ] Thank you.

[ There's a pleased and almost preening quality to the smile on his lips, and his wolf agrees without a lick of self-consciousness. The gifts bestowed to him by la luna give him youth and strength, but all werewolves have those. His scars tell a story of experience and survival. ]

It is an old wound. [ He remarks, leaning in to press his nose to her shoulder and breathe her in. And the wolf who dared cross us is dead, his wolf intones - but he does not speak of it. Not yet.

He tracks kisses up the curve of her throat, nips the tender spot of her pulse. ] Let me see your skin, Eun.

[ It's both an invitation and a request. ]

[It's easy to forget that at some point they will stop. Somehow, one of them will voice the question, or the request that they take things no further. In there here and now, Eun is happily letting herself get swept up in the sensations of his hands and mouth on her skin. Eyes gaze pinning her in place as surely as she pins him to the couch with the weight of her body.

Her hands flatting to his stomach as he leans in, fingers splaying over warm muscle as he finds his way to her shoulder once more. Arching into him, urging him without words for more, Eun lets her cheek touch his temple, breathing him in as surely as he does the same. His lips slide up her throat, and Eun's hands rise up to his chest as a low moan slips between her lips.]

Next time, I want you to do this for me. [Because yes, there will be a next time. She's certain of it. Her hand slips up and over his shoulder, and down his back to hold him against her. It's there only a moment before drawing up his spine and his neck, and gently holding him into the crook of her neck, urging him to stay there a moment. To continue as she answers his request. Her hands leave his body reluctantly and shift behind her back, beneath her own shirt to unhook the fastenings of her bra. With it loose, she leans back then, away from him so he can watch her curl her fingers under the hem of her tank top. She draws it up, baring smooth, unblemished skin, and catches the underside of her bra to remove that at the same time. Eun has no body shame, no false modesty. She moves with confidence and intent, slowly revealing herself to him. Her clothes fall to the floor behind her, just like the other shirt, and Eun's hands draw over to his shoulders once more.

She watches his face as she rests them there, lips curling at the corners with enjoyment.] Does this please you better?

[ His breath had grown short with anticipation. His gaze hungry as she stripped for his enjoyment. Here is softness and tender flesh, and it takes all of his control to keep himself from ravishing her then and there.

Play, he reminds himself, and discovery. This is the purpose of here and now. Seduction is not something he likes to rush. Where others might enjoy cutting to the chase, he prefers to tease and invite - so that his lover is just as complicit to the act as he.

He lets his hands follow the shape of her waist, finger skimming over the hollow of her shoulders so he can cup her along the neck and under the jaw. Though his gaze remains full of want, his expression is serene, appreciative with just a hint of distance - the complete opposite of how he brings their mouths together: hot, wanton, and carnal. ]

Next time, [ he promises, his voice a soft murmur against her lips ] I will undress you in a way that will satisfy my need to hear you begging around the syllables of my name.

[ His hands move then, skimming and kneading with an expert's familiarity to lovemaking. He will have you gasping and writhing in his arms, beautiful Eun. It may mean that he looses sleep with so much want for a week - but if it means you think of him and what he could do to make your body sing, a little suffering on his part will be worth it. ]

[In many ways, Eun is his opposite. In the past, she's most often teased only when her lover is bound to her bed. With both parties unfettered she would more often indulge in an urgent rush for pleasure and climax. It's with Asil she wishes to take her time, to let them both ease into this. She's not without impatience, but it's easier to do things differently when he so easily shows her the benefits of savoring each step of the way.

She hadn't been exaggerating earlier. He is magnificent, enough so that she wants to take her time with him, at least the first time, to fully explore his body and maybe, eventually, learn the ways to make him gasp and groan for her the way she has for him. Her mouth opens against his as he claims, and this time Eun feels the bare skin of her body brush against his as she rocks in his lap. Last week she would have said that almost no one was capable of making her beg, but he plays over her body like it was made to respond to him and no one else.

Her arousal spikes hard at his words, at the way he touches her, making her clutch at him with needy sounds, and she half considers begging him to take his hands lower--

--when the cheery sound of an oven timer goes off. Eun slows to stillness, shuddering in his lap with pleasures of only a moment ago. Eyes closed, she leans against him, still wanting him as close to her as possible Would that stopping time were a secondary power of werewolves.]

The scones...

[She needs to get up to check on them. To take them out of the oven if they're done so they can cool and be eaten. There's still a whole morning and a day beyond for them to enjoy each other, but he's awakened hungers in her that are not easily quieted.]

Tell me we can resume this later...?

[ She'll feel a sigh (of relief? perhaps, just a little) go through his body, but he holds her close, allowing her to hear the results of her effect on him. When he laughs, it's a soundless tremor, and then he's capturing her lips with his in an offer of reassurance.

(It brings him so much pleasure to brush aside her hair and cup her cheek in the process.) ]

Who said that we were done?

[ Interruptions do not bother him. If anything, they were saved by the bell - literally. The way she rocked against him has left him questioning the wisdom of teasing her and drawing this out. But he will not die from want - though he may need to take a very, very long shower later.

He drops a kiss to her forehead. ] Go, conquer your scones. I would be a poor host if I didn't let you eat.

[Eun supposes that this is as slow as they can manage, and truthfully it pleases her, a mix of the familiar and unfamiliar. It's been too long since she was held and kissed, since she felt the desire of a man beneath her, but she can't deny she's enjoying his focused attention on her also. She hasn't forgotten the way he's held her hand, or brought his to the small of her back. That gorgeous red rose he gifted her earlier...

There's something verging into fondness in her own gaze as he touches her cheek and tells her exactly what she wants to hear. Eun pushes herself upright, but not away before giving him one last heated kiss. She leaves him with a nip to his lip before reluctantly rising to her feet. With a quick dip, she retrieves the button down shirt she was wearing earlier and slips it over her shoulders as she heads back to the kitchen.]

I think I wouldn't mind with your style of hosting me. [The comment is called back to him with a hint of laughter in her voice, and Eun easily turns the timer of the oven off and retrieves her scones from the oven. They're perfect, they're done, and she leaves them on the counter to cool. It takes just a few tries to find a cabinet with a plate large enough to hold them all, and Eun sneaks a sip of her earlier abandoned tea in the meantime. She's full of restless heat and energy, and while she knows if she waits five minutes she'll be hungry, for the moment all she wants is to return to that couch and pick things up right where they'd left off.

It seems that it doesn't matter whether he is in the room with her or not. He occupies her thoughts a great deal. Eun grabs the ends of her shirt and ties them in a knot beneath her chest for the moment.] But also, I will admit I would probably be a terrible guest to bring you freshly-baked scones and then keep you from them with my demands.

I don't think it is fair to have you take all the credit.

[ He comes up behind her quietly and gently, letting her wolf scent his approach so he does not startle her. It didn't take more than five seconds for him to decide that he wasn't interested in waiting on the couch, not when he could join her, let her feed him and make sure that she also fed herself.

He wraps his arms around her, burying his face in her neck and savoring the way she feels and smells. ]

You're more conscientious than I, [ sending a pointed look at the tea he distracted them from now. ]

[Truthfully, she hadn't imagined that Asil would be able to stay away long in light of their activities just moments ago. She doesn't hear him, but the wolf catches his scent and she leaves her back to him, just to see what he'll do.

As his arms wrap around her waist, she leans back against him, welcoming him against her neck. She lifts a hand to cup his cheek as the other rests on his crossed arms, eyes closing to savor this. It's rather new for her, something she might admit to if asked, but it's strange how so many new things in this situation are things she can take in stride so easily with him. Chuckling low in her throat, she strokes her thumb along his jawline and slides her fingers into his hair with a hum.]

That's true, you started this. I was behaving myself. [Yes, she sounds like she has so many regrets about this.] What do you have to say for yourself?

[ It comes so easy - holding her like this, enjoying the feel of her skin against his, even with her shirt in the way. ]

I did warn you that my control was very bad. [ He murmurs that against her cheek before he spins her around so he can taste the lingering flavor of tea mingled with her mouth. ] We could eat first, if you like.

[ It's a suggestion. Even if there's a note in his voice that implies that he doesn't mind waiting; that he'd like to pick up where they left off while the scones cool. ]

[Maybe it would have been different in California if any of the wolves who had sought her favor had treated her like this. She might have actually considered getting to know them. Then again, she can't imagine any of them affecting her the way he does. Already, this morning is somehow softer and more intimate than any she's spent with a man, or werewolf, before. She lets him taste the tea on her lips, and nuzzles briefly against him as he speaks.]

As much as I'm coming to like your poor control very much...one scone. I want you to have one scone while it's still warm and at its best, and I'm going to eat one too while you do. After that you can decide if you can wait for a second helping or if you want to eat your fill first.

[Her hands rest at his sides, thumbs stroking lazy circles as she backs them up toward the table where they lay. She lets go then, only to hop up to perch on the edge of the table, near the warm scones and their cooling tea. With a look that might seem innocent if it wasn't playfully challenging, she lifts her glass of tea once more and takes a lengthy sip.

She seems to ask without asking if he'll do as she suggests, or instead show her that she may very well be irresistible to him.]

[ He doesn't think he'll ever get bored with the idea of her so comfortable in his domain. ]

Very well then, one scone. [ He settles in beside her, one arm draped on her thigh as he chooses one from the plate. He's at ease beneath her gaze, well aware that she'll be watching him.

It's been a while since anyone besides himself played around in his kitchen. While there is a standing invite for the few he counts as friends, between the renovations and the other events that have cropped up in Aspen Creek this year, there was just never the time.

He enjoys the taste of her work - nearly as much as he already enjoys the taste of her. Shutting his eyes briefly, he lets himself bask in the flavors before he looks back to her and tugs her close for a chaste, but grateful kiss to the cheek. ]

These are lovely. Remind me to return the favor sometime.

[Eun makes no effort to hide her preening, from his attention or his clear enjoyment of her scones. She plucks one from the group herself and takes a bite. Her eyes close with enjoyment, opening just in time to be tugged in for another kiss. With a wide smile, she lifts her chin, looking quite proud indeed.]

I definitely will, but for now I'm quite happy with my rose.

[It will replace the bouquet on her nightstand, and when it begins to die she'll hang it upside-down to dry and save. All in all, she's quite pleased with how their morning has gone, and they haven't even settled into the greenhouse to relax as originally planned. With a hand at his side, Eun indulges herself in looking over his upper body from this new angle. She sips at her tea, happy only this once for the slight distance that allows her to see him and admire him better.]

You're the first man to give me flowers, you know.

[It is something she thinks is noteworthy, and from her tone it's clear that the lack of gifted flowers in her past does not upset her.]

[ He can sense her contentment and it settles him. It's surprising but also not... unwelcome. The restlessness that dogs his steps some days is muted in a way that normally only his flowers are able to do.

He leans in and nuzzles her arm through the shirt and then straightens to reach for his own cup of tea. It's not so very hot anymore, but that is fine. A small price to pay for everything else. ]

From what I have gathered and observed, it appears to have fallen out of fashion.

[ He takes a sip and peers up at her. ] But as someone who understands how much care and effort it takes to grow plants. Perhaps if the gesture of giving is token and empty, it is all the better that people left flowers alone.

[She wonders if she should make a point of telling him how new so much of this is to her. That he holds her like this so casually. That he wants to hold her close like this. That anyone who ever showed interest in her for dating first was never allowed close enough to get to this point. Then again, what would it accomplish, but to tell him that she's used to being distant. He may take it as a compliment or give him reasons to be wary of her if at some point she needs a breather. Her inexperience is not a point in her favor, she decides.]

When you put it like that, I agree. But then I don't think must of empty gestures to begin with. [Which is perhaps part of why she had pushed away all of those wolves before. She'd known they hadn't meant what they were offering, that they were just...tactics.] It does seem like it would be worse with flowers. I know blooms don't last forever but they definitely don't last after they've been cut. After all the work you put into growing your own...

[She trails off, looking over at him with some consideration. The wheels in her head are clearly turning.]

I'd thought your rose this morning was significant in light of the fact that it was a creation of yours, and shipped from home. Precious for that reason. But the other flowers, the two bouquets...you don't cut your own flowers lightly do you?

[ He's picked up another scone to savor. But he pauses when she brings up his roses and the bouquets he'd left at her door.

Asil goes still, as if she'd caught him doing something unusual.

There are excuses he could say, but what would that accomplish? He wanted her to have the flowers - first as a welcome to Aspen Creek and a thank you for an enjoyable first exchange, and then later, as an apology for making himself scarce.

So he takes another bite from his scone instead. ] No. No, I don't. But when I know they might be appreciated, parting when them is not so hard.

They are, very much so.

[There are times when she wonders if this is all in her head. This connection they feel. This is only the third time they've met, and perhaps only the second conversation of any length. It should feel fast, and too much. It's the sort of thing that would have had her reeling back when she was human, and certainly with the werewolves of her last pack. When he'd been avoiding her and she'd gotten mad, she'd realized after calming down and gaining perspective that she hadn't had the right. That he didn't owe her anything. But she had felt a connection then, and in their subsequent meetings it seems impossible to doubt that he feels it too.

They are taking it slow, for both of them, and both having trouble adhering to that agreement because of each other. The first bouquet had been a housewarming present. The other, an apology. So many blooms in each. And today, the cutting from his estates, more precious than those bouquets by far. There are words she wants to say, things she wants to ask him, but she worries about the consequences for voicing it aloud too soon. Her silence goes on too long, and Eun decides she cannot hold it all in. She rephrases, putting it in a way that doesn't have such weight to it. There is enough weight between them in their looks and thoughts.]

I can't remember the last time I met someone and found it so easy to be around them at once. Like it is to spend time with you.

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