loccent | run with wolves

[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. ]

[That pleading, however slight, delights her so much that she delays answering. Her fingers slide up into his hair, and she draws her legs up on either side of his body, teasing him as she squeezes him tight to her body.

She doesn't seek out his mouth, not yet, but she does slip her other hand over his chest, down to the taut muscles of his stomach. For a long moment she delays still, enjoying the feeling of him, the scent of him as she breathes in deeply. At length, she finally replies.]

For now, yes.

Good. [ She'll be treated to the way his gaze grows dark and languid, even as he's smoothing a hand along her thigh in response. He presses near, hips lining up with her body as he dips his head to replace his fingers on her breast with his mouth.

A little play. Just a little bit of play for them both, all exploration and tempered desire. ]

When-- [ there's a rough edge to his voice again ] --how long has it been for you?

[ It's a question borne from curiosity. She's been a wolf for a year, she'd been uninterested in the pups in California. But she's clearly not shy about her body and her needs. ]

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[Eun had half wondered if he would carry her back to the couch once she'd given her answer, but instead he settles between her legs, against her body as he had before. She shifts on her seat, adjusting until she can press back against him with eagerness--and sucks in a breath as his head dips low to press lips to skin. She looks at him bent at the swell of her breast, and shivers. Her fingertips dig into his skin, just edging toward the bite of her nails as she wets her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Her breath feels shallow already in anticipation, and Eun slips her hand out from between them to splay across his back instead, stroking him encouragingly. His question is a surprise only because it makes her wonder if he's changed his mind. When someone wants to know when the last time was you've been kissed, or made out in a kitchen, or anything else like that, they ask. "How long has it been for you?" means one thing, in her experience. Her teeth find the edge of her lip a brief moment before she answers.]

A little under a year. Not since the--my Change. [Eun barely avoids calling it an attack again. But she manages, and follows it with the slow drag of her fingertips up his back. She's touch-starved, honestly, more than she's ever been. It's a miracle that the need and her wolf's instincts haven't pushed her into acting more impetuously in California.] Too long.

[ He hums against her skin, his hands supporting her body as much as they draw her closer. When his tongue flicks out, it's to circle her bare nipple before he fastens his mouth over her flesh.

He gives a fair amount of attention to her, clearly enjoying himself, but not concerned only with his pleasure. His ears are attentive to whatever sounds she makes, his nose to the shift of her emotions. He'll suckle and then release, breathing gently over her skin before he briefly indulges in kissing her throat, her shoulder, her ear, before moving back again.

Come alive for him, Eun. He wants to know what it is you crave and desire so that he may give it. ]

[Shuddering on his kitchen table, Eun groans his name past his ear as she feels the tip of his tongue on her skin. Her body tenses, and arches as he draws her nipple into his mouth and suckles at it. The sensation is enough to have her breathing shallowly in the quiet of the room, but it's his pleasure in the act that keeps her rising toward the edge.

Body throbbing with the warmth of arousal, she clings, encouraging with little sounds at the back of her throat as he works over her breast, and while she does not quiet when he gets to her ear, it's when he's tucked into the crook of her neck that has her writhing against him a little bit more. She's responsive to him, welcomes him to enjoy any part of her that he likes...

But as things continue, it's clear that Eun grows more restless, movements restrained by worry of the table she sits upon. She wants to act, and when she can contain herself no longer she pushes back, slipping off the edge of the table and pushing him back against the fridge to capture his mouth with her own. Groaning, she presses hot kisses to his jaw, and against his neck, nipping and sucking there with rough, pleased sounds from the back of her throat.]

[ He bites back a breathless laugh, one arm wrapping about her waist while the other cradles the nape of her neck. He tilts his head to one side, inviting her to take her fill as he lets him palms follow the shape of her body.

it has been too long. Too bloody long since he's allowed himself this kind of pleasure. He buries his nose on her shoulder, hands coming around to the damn knot that's trying their patience. He'll free her of the blouse and discard it to the floor; low, pleased sounds leaving him as he draws her lips back to his.

He's going to have to draw them back to the couch. He'd like her comfortable and reclined against the cushions so he can have his fill of whatever she's willing to give. ]

Tell me, [ he mmurmurs ] tell me what you'd like, Eun.

[Eun does not let his hands distract her, not as they run over her body and certainly not when he moves to the tie of her shirt, but she notices when he does tug at her clothes, unfastening them and removing them from her body like she'd asked him to do earlier. Pleased he'd either remembered, or just that he'd wanted her skin bare for him again, she allows him to draw them away from the kitchen back to the couch.

She settles easily on the couch, legs parting at once to allow him to settle between them once more. Her hands pull and tug at him, wanting him close to her, wanting savor the feel and taste of his mouth. When at some point she is alone again, she wants to have the perfect memory of how he had touched her and kissed her. How he'd shown her beyond the shadow of a doubt that he wants her.]

I could write you a very long list sometime if you'd like. [Her lips quirk up with amusement as she kisses just beside his chin, letting her teeth scrape over the edge playfully.] But I'm going to have to keep at least eighty-percent of it to myself if we're still going to pace ourselves.

[She wants him, that much is certain. Last night she'd said she may very well throw caution to the wind because of his kisses, and here she is, so close to doing exactly that.]

Are we still pacing ourselves, cariño?

[ She makes him laugh. He likes that. She teases and gives as good as she gets - he likes that more. This play of theirs has engaged him in ways he had not thought possible, enough that his wolf does not seek bloodshed, satisfied with the hunt for scent and skin.

When he fits himself against her body, he braces his weight on his hands, forearms snug against her sides.

Eun is warm and sweet - sweeter than the scones she'd made for him (them, he corrects himself, them) - and he lowers his head, tracing a tongue over another nipple until it hardens beneath hia ministrations. ]

We are, [ he finally answers, having moved to nuzzling the vulverable spot of her belly. He lifts his gaze up to her even as he smoothes his hands up and over her thighs, fingers settling behind her knees. ]

I did promise to give you something to dream about - and I am loath to hurry and spoil our fun.

[ The body has spots that come close to the real thing, where nerves send messages of what ifs to the mind.

He takes her hand again, pressing his lips to her wrist, to the bottom mound of her palm before he blows gently on the sensitive area in the middle. This, he hopes to say, this is how I would make love to you in my bed - when we are both ready.

There is a reason the composers of old waxed poetic about a woman's hands. ]

[There is nothing about what they're doing that resembles Eun's usual activities with lovers. She usually likes things harder, faster, a frenzied coupling that often involves her dominating her lovers or letting them play at trying to give as good. Oftentimes, the only time she would linger would be to make someone beg for more, to make them writhe and squirm for her...

Much in the way that Asil manages now, with far different methods. She understands exactly what he's doing every step of the way, and while her body appreciates his attentions immensely, as she arches under him when his tongue finds her nipple once more, and the muscles of her stomach quiver as he moves lower, in the back of her mind she can't help but appreciate that he's brought his hundreds of years of experience to bear down on her.

He knows the little things her body craves, the things that so many men have overlooked in the past, before she can even think to ask him for them. With his fingers tucked beneath her knees, she spreads her legs a little wider in invitation, never mind that they are still pacing themselves. Cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling with her shortened breaths, Eun reaches forward to run her fingers through his hair, tongue slipping out to wet her lips.

She does not expect him to take her hand, and show not just how sensitive the nerves there can be, but give her a show of things to come in their future. Her eyes drift almost closed as she watches him, lips parted on the beginnings of soft sounds.]

You're--you're assuming I'm going to be able to sleep at night after this, Asil.

[And if this is how their morning is, Eun's not certain just how the rest of their day will go. Her free hand slips down his neck to his chest, stroking him as far as she can reach with growing urgency.]

[ The rumble of pleasure in his chest and throat comes out in a low and amused laugh. It's the small things that clue him into the thought that it is not that Eun was wholly uninterested in play - but that none of the wolves who claimed to want her actually put her pleasure first. It baffles him, really, but perhaps it is because he had his own fair number of conquests both before and after the change, and he is the kind of man who finds it boring if it is all tale and not enough give.

He wants to kiss her again, so he does. So he crawls up over her body so that he fingers have the option not just to touch his chest if she wishes it. And he hovers his mouth over hers, their breaths mingling in time to the warmth of their bodies. ]

Is that an admission that you will think of me tonight and tomorrow?

[ He's not shy about asking for a trade in pleasure. And if anything, when he rocks his hips against her open hand, she will know that while he wants her, he will honor their agreement. ]

[It is possible that Eun would clarify that it isn't that her previous conquest have not put her pleasure first, but that she rarely gave them a chance to offer it. All too often she took her pleasure from them, giving at the same time, but ensuring for herself that she did not leave the bed unsatisfied.

Asil brings out a side of her she did not know existed, and she welcomes him eagerly above her once more, face tilting toward his as her eyes close, as she breathes in his scent once more and radiates in the heat of his body. She opens her mouth to answer his question, to admit that yes, he'll be in her thoughts when she is alone in bed that night, and again throughout the next day.

But his hips have pressed against her hand, and she finds herself cupping him through his pants. There is no shock on Eun's face at the sudden intimacy, but relief. She groans and responds at once, hand stroking over him through the denim, finding obvious pleasure in being allowed to do this. If she is mistaken in what he meant for her to do, she may apologize for the misunderstanding, but in the moment she simply steals his mouth for a searing kiss, holding him tightly with her free hand as the other shows a hint of what skills she would bring to his bed.

When she breaks the kiss, her movements only slow, and she draws her teeth over his lower lip with a groan.]

Tonight I will think about you, when I've slid into my bed at the end of the evening. I will think about you, and this morning, and take pleasure in the fact that even while you are here, you will know it, and be thinking about me tonight as well.

[Two can play the game. She can flatter him with the truth, and turn it back on him. It will not just be thoughts of him that occupies her.]

[ He shudders at her touch, the moan leaving him pressing against her lips. ] A little suffering is most definitely worth it.

[ He covers her body with his own, one arm folding agaonst the couch while the other moves up and down the side of her leg in a needyl caress. When he breaks off the kiss to occupy himself with her neck, he whispers lovely promises half-murmured in a mix of his native tongue.

Perhaps, if she will not provide him a list, he may offer suggestions of what he would like to do. ]

I liked it, when you pinned me to the fridge. I hope you do not mind me confessing that I like when we skirt the terms of our agreement.

[ Purring against her cheek now. ] Because I enjoy it very much when your breath goes shallow, just like this.

[ She smells of flowers and desire, of honey and the sweet lure of arousal. He can picture himself losing himself in the warmth of her skin, and touching her to distraction. ]

[It feels like a victory to have him shuddering, moaning because of her. She's made him do that, and Eun smiles against his mouth as she rocks against him, even with her hand tucked between their bodies. Together, their movements are heated and needy, slowly working up toward a fevered stage she knows would be hard to come down from. Even knowing that at some point they'll have to stop, she can't help herself. The way he makes her feel, the way he speaks to her and treats her, all of it tempts her beyond her discipline. It's been such a long time, and no one has made her feel this way.

And Asil...despite being a dominant werewolf, he seems to appreciate the parts of her that are dominant as well. She twists beneath him, finding his shoulder to flick her tongue against him, to suck at his skin as if werewolves could be marked that way.]

I liked pinning you to the fridge. If we were not taking it slower I'd pin you naked beneath me on this couch and make you moan for me the way you did a moment ago. [She kisses his shoulder again, confessing more easily when she is not looking at him.] I want...

[She wants him. She knows that she wants him and she does not want to take it slow, when she could have her pleasure and still take her time getting to know him. But he enjoys teasing her, and Eun would not deny him even if she is often too impatient to suffer from wanting.]

I like the way you get into my personal space. How you touch me even when you're not trying to drive me crazy. And I think I may have to make you cookies just for the things your tongue and your mouth do to my nipples. I often like it rougher, harder too, but it's already hard to hold myself back with just this. [She opens her eyes then, nuzzling against his cheek with a shuddered breath.] And my wolf likes you almost as much as I do.

[ He expects the admission to tear at his control, but he can hear and taste the sincerity in her words and her tone. It prompts a warmth to bloom in both his chest and his belly, and reminds him of yet another one of the reasons he hasn't been able to get her out of his mind.

When he mouths at her neck next, the roll of his hip is deliberately slower - enough to stoke the fires of their mutual desire without altogether escalating things further.

She has gone without touch for so long, as has he. And he does not want their dance to be over before it's even begun.

Asil sets a knee on the couch, covering her body with his even as he climbs in. His hands continue to caress her, as if memorizing the lines and curves of her form. He wants her, but he does not want to rush past the terms of their agreement, but neither does he want to drop the precious thing that is growing between them.

Roses, by his experience, are fragile, not in appearance, but because they require care and patience. She has become precious to him and his wolf, their young and passionate Eun. ]

It is reassuring to hear that you and your wolf approve of us, mi amor. [ He nips gently at her mouth, the gesture accompanying way he traces a hand down the line of her stomach before it comes back up again to stroke her chin with his fingertips. ] Because it is the same for us.

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[Eun's hands try to move with his body, but as he rises onto the couch, climbing onto it with her, she finds the angle just doesn't quite work. She moves them to his hips, holding him above her, running her thumbs in circles over his skin as his hands travel over her body once more.

She shivers at the nip of his teeth, and with a smile she wraps her arms around him.]

Is that all you have to say to all of that?

[Eun's hands urge him closer, but it feels like the way they're positioned doesn't really lend itself toward long-term comfort. Sensing perhaps that they may yet begin to slow down once more, as they might have earlier if the oven hadn't interrupted them, Eun urges him to follow her down to the couch proper. She stretches out against the back, trying to draw him near with arms, expression clearly inviting but also without intent for more than they've done.]

Just wait until I don't have to hold back as much.

[ He stretches out beside her, one arm propped so that he's still looming down at her face, but he does so by accepting the invitation of snuggling close. While yes, they should slow down again, he finds that he needs her closeness. ]

No, that is not all I have to say. [ He's kissing her again, his free hand skimming over her hip and her thigh, an invitation to drape her leg over his own. ] But I think, if I'm to resist the urge to make love to you, I will have to keep my thoughts to myself.

[ He only half means it. Pillow talk is an equally acceptable pasttime.

The wolf is peering lazily from behind his eyes, lightening the deep brown of his gaze to a rough amber. ]

When the time comes, Eun, I will most definitely welcome you not holding back.

[As he accepts her invitation, she does the same for his. Her leg slides up and hooks over his body, pulling him closer to her as he continues to speak.

Her eyes flick toward his as she sees the rise of his wolf, but for once instinct has her skipping past them rather than lingering. She looks over his face, his neck, the way his body rests against hers. Eun draws her hand over his arm, palm moving first and fingers trailing after as it slides up and down over bare skin.]

I wonder if you'll enjoy all I have to say, if I'm being honest. You're talking to a girl who has never once uttered the words "make love" together in her entire life. The things I might say to you may seem crude by comparison.

[He's a beautiful, elegant man of obvious taste, from a time when manners were far more widespread. The differences in their ages seems of little consequence when they are both werewolves who will be long lived and seem about the same age. But would he still enjoy the sides of her that are rougher and unpolished? He treats her better than any man she's ever met; it's obvious he respects her and has no interest in changing who she is. But she hasn't shown him all of her sides yet.]

[ It's funny that as she's worrying about seeming rougher and unpolished, he's trying not to worry of his overtures coming off overly romantic.

He's lived throughout periods where courtship swung from simple to inordinately complex. But for the most part, he's never had to concern himself with learning what is acceptable and what isn't beyond the universally known if not universally practiced concept of mutual consent.

His mating with Sarai had been a partnership, unencumbered by the power struggle that other wolves know. What is growing (he hopes) not so slowly between him and Eun is close to that but also different.

For his part, he wonders if he does not seem antiquated to her.

But her shift in tone is not lost to him, so he leans in and nuzzles her brow, shoulders curling inward as if to shelter her from unhappy thoughts. ]

Crude has a unique place between the sheets, querida. I am not so old to turn my nose up at words less inclined to poetry and more towards honesty.

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[She might not have worried about her occasional crudity if it wasn't for the fact that his mentions of wooing, and mi amor, and making love are starting to add up. She is not scared away, not skittish because of those things in and of themselves. She appreciates that his style of wooing is not empty romantic gestures, and she does not need to ask him to clarify that when he calls her his love, he uses an endearment. But it adds up, and she does not feel silly for worrying that he will be put off the moment she says fuck. Or any number of other things in the bedroom.

Or out of it, as the case would likely be with them.

Eun accepts the way he leans in toward her, face lifting toward his to receive the nuzzling he offers.]

That is one way to put it, but I'm glad to hear it. Because one day I am going to say some scathingly unladylike things to you, and I would rather they excite you than repulse you.

[Sighing, she closes her eyes, shifting her leg down his body somewhat to get more comfortable.]

[ He chuckles, free and relieved, and noses her ear before kissing her cheek. ]

Perhaps I will enjoy watching you do so. Or sit back and enjoy just how the other residents of Aspen Creek will take to it.

[ They are all old and some of the wolves would likely wince to hear crude language from young girls. But Eun is not so young, and he thinks that he would enjoy it. ]

But if you must eventually use such language with me, Eun, I suppose I will have done something to deserve it.

[It takes her a moment to understand what he means, and a wide grin splits her face once she does. Idly, she slides her hand down his chest, tracing the line down the center and up again.]

Depending on the circumstances I would say it would be almost certain that if I do, you will have.

[She has no issues speaking her mind when pissed, and similarly will be glad to divulge a number of the dirty things she has in mind when they are done taking things slow.]

And if not you, then it might have been someone else who's earned it.

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