loccent | run with wolves

[ 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.

[ The air feels heavy with unspoken words between them, but he does not press, because it's been an interesting if pleasantly unnerving dance between them. He has not leaned on his wolf in a long time out of fear of the carnage he might deal to those around him. But it is a practical creature, concerned only with the moment here and now. It is enough. For today, it is enough.

He finishes the scone and turns towards her, hands settling gently on her knees. Carefully - and as casually as he can manage - he settles between her legs, his face tipped up in an invitation for a kiss, if she likes. ]

I cannot remember the last time I sought out anyone's company either.

[ He doesn't want to scare her off or come on too strong. Eun made it clear that she was not a conquest, that she has her own mind and is capable of making her own decisions. It is, utterly, what makes her so intriguing. What makes him want to get to know her more. ]

We can enjoy each other without complicating things too much, Eun. If that is what you want.

[She should eat more, she should have scarfed down another scone and had more tea rather than talk so much and get lost in her head. Asil comes around, and her skin tingles beneath her leggings where his hands settle. She allows him to press between her legs, to close that distance. Eun lets her heels hook gently behind his legs as her hand rises to cup his jawline. Eun's thumb strokes over his cheek as her other hand rises to settle lightly at his waist, looking quite relaxed and content.]

I think that what I want is to continue to get to know you. To touch you and kiss you like we were before. And just see what happens without complicating it by fearing complications and difficulties that haven't even happened. Ones that for all we we know may never happen at all. [Leaning in, she presses a slow, but chaste kiss to his lips, and tastes tea and scones on them.] Besides, I think I'm learning that maybe what would have been unwanted complications with others may instead turn out to be developments I appreciate with you. So I'm just going to be here, keeping an open mind to trying something different for once.

[Her hand leaves his side as she reaches for a scone, taking another bite with obvious pleasure. She chews, smiling a little wider as some humor rises in her expression.]

It seems to be working out well for me so far. My cabin smells like roses, and I am sitting in the kitchen with fresh scones and delicious tea. Better yet, an absurdly attractive, intelligent, bare-chested werewolf is giving me his undivided attention.

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[ He listens to her speak, content to let the rise and fall of her voice wash over him. When she presses her lips to his, he accepts the gift that it is and relaxes against her.

Wooing another is not new to him. But everything about their interactions so far feels new. Too often, exchanges with their kind drives him to keep himself apart, with only a handful few privileged to peek beneath the surface to where he speaks plainly about vulnerabilities.

Asil readily admits that he wonders if it just because the wolves she had known are young enough not to know the stories attached to his name, ans therefore she is spared the tales of blood and violence that litter his past. Eun is not frightened of him. She does not judge him by deeds from abother time. It is... refreshing, even liberating, because fear is like a drug to his wolf.

But Eun takes it all in stride. And his transparency has not prompted her to turn from him yet.

While his gaze remains fixed on her face (her mouth), he's aware of her movements. So when she picks up another scone and takes a bite, he lifts a hand to caress her forearm. Before his fingers gently catch her wrist so he can eat out of her hand.

That he lets his tongue brush her fingers is deliberate. He meant it when he said that they were not finished with play. ]

And will you object if this handsome werewolf continues to indulge in your lovely company?

[ The words are a purr on his lips as he leans close to breathe in her bare skin. ]

[As his hand catches her forearm, Eun wonders if he'll pull it aside to kiss her in return. That he instead takes a bite of her scone makes her grin, and it doesn't falter as he takes a bite himself. No, not even when his mouth and tongue brush her fingertips. If anything, it pleases her more. Her smile deepens as she leans toward him.]

I am pretty sure I just said that objecting is the exact opposite of what I'm going to do. [Her voice lowers at the end, sultry tones carrying her words to his ears. She lets her fingers slide further up his jawline, brushing over his neck in a caress.] You can indulge all you like, however you like, as long as it doesn't interfere with me finishing my breakfast. And once I've had the last bite of my scone, we can continue with our morning.

[It is an invitation to play, if he wants to take it up. There's as much fun in letting pressure build as she finishes her food as there would be in him trying to distract her while she eats. Eun likes giving him choices, if only to see what he decides to do.]

Just making sure. You make this dance worthwhile.

[ It's easy enough to bask in the feel of her touch. He feels warm and it has nothing to do with the room and everything to do with how good she feels this close.

He'll steal a kiss - lingering and sweet - and then reach for a scone so that he can feed her himself. ]

[Eun lets him steal the kiss because she cannot imagine herself denying him one. It delays her next bite of scone, but as he lifts one to give her a bite, to feed her by hand, she leans in to do just that. Her eyes close as she takes off a corner, and lifts a hand to wipe the crumbs from her mouth.]

And do you dance? After so many years I'm assuming you know at least one of the ballroom styles. [She turns her head to the side to take another bite, one of her legs rising up the back of his and down again. When she's swallowed, she offers him a smile.] The only dancing I know how to do is better suited for clubs, for the record.

[ He breathes, all too aware of the effect of the motion of her leg against his. Pressing close, he brings their bodies together, if only to indulge in the way the skin bare by her top comes in contact with his. ]

I have not had reason to dance in recent years, but I am... knowledgeable.

[ He's read a little about modern day clubs. While he doubts it is a space suited for him, he can picture her there and take pleasure in the image.

He lifts his hand between them at that, letting his fingertips track a path between the valley of her breasts. ] If you like, I could teach you what I know.

[The skin to skin contact is especially a pleasure for Eun, who has not only gone without a great deal of touch from others in the last several months, but has done so as a werewolf who craves it more. The wolf in her seems all too pleased to be given proper attention, the same way Eun enjoys the little things like this.

Humming her approval, she takes another bite. Her hand draws down his neck, not about to neglect him because she's busy eating. Her gaze skims over his collarbones, the lines of his body, and laments her lack of drawing and painting skills. Eun half contemplates asking to take pictures of him as his fingers slip down the center line of her chest. The skin there is very soft and sensitive, and she arches into the touch with a louder sound of approval.]

I have a feeling you could teach me a lot of things, Asil. I might enjoy having dancing be one of them.

I shall look forward to it.

[ That she responds to his touch pleases him to no end. He leans in, only half-meaning to distract her from breakfast and to indulge himself in nuzzling her throat. ]

I think [ he nips at her ear ] I would enjoy having you as a student.

[Despite having only having partial intentions, he manages to fully distract her from her food as he nuzzles against her throat. Breath catching, she closes her eyes once more, leaning in further to encourage him fully.

And when he nips at her ear once more, she jolts, legs tightening around him and fingertips pressing into his skin.]

I'd be happy to return the gesture as well.

[He's intoxicating to her, and with seemingly little effort at all he manages to inspire heat and need in her again.]

Are you finished? [ He asks the question with the barest of pleading and he quietly hopes that she answers yes. His hands are hungry for her skin and his wolf thinks that working up an appetite doing other things will ensure that Eun's scones don't go to waste.

The fingers he'd used to skim over her flesh is now occupied with drawing idle circles along the rise of her breast. He could very well fill his palms again, but he'd like her permission first. ]

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