loccent | run with wolves

[It's a strange thing for her to have any concerns regarding sex at all. She doesn't lack confidence in her skills, she knows exactly what spots to touch and kiss, where she can bite or squeeze to make him groan for her. That it's been a year may mean that she's rusty but she's certain she'll get into the swing of things again. And, if being a werewolf means only having to be careful of her strength, then he is not breakable. As durable as she is now.

There is a flush of self-consciousness that he's stopped the car for this conversation. She hadn't meant to make them linger, but Eun has always known that she wanted a partner who would respect her. What is it but him showing respect for what she says, that he gives it, and her, his full attention? Her wolf responds to the kiss to her palm, eyes lighting faintly in the dark of his car.

And when he responds, she realizes that she has not thought about this from his perspective. It has been a long time for him as well. She thinks he could mean it's been a while since he's had someone in his bed, but it seems more reasonable to assume he's talking about being with someone he cares about.

Turning into the touch of her cheek, she kisses his fingertips, offering a wry smile in the darkness. On a whim, she nips at the tip of one finger lightly.] I will trust that you're right. But on the off chance that there is a stumble, I just wanted to make that clear from the outset. Just in case.

[She does not radiate her worry, it does not consume her, but it is there in the back of her mind that for once she cares about not just someone's pleasure but their enjoyment. Eun wants him badly, and not just because it's been a while and not just because her sex-drive is higher as a werewolf. But for once she finds herself wondering if he will enjoy not just her body but the way that she is once they hold nothing back.]

The only stumbling that will be happening [ he purrs gently and encouragingly ] will be as I figure out how to undress you slowly enough without ruining the fun for us.

[ And with that, he's turning back to the wheel and guiding the SUV towards the parking space close to his greenhouse. ]

[Oh.

That's certainly one way to get her mind off of the what-ifs and into the present. In an odd way, it helps her to know that he plans to go slowly at parts. They will not be mauling each other as they get in the door, and Eun can adjust her expectations accordingly.

Even if she thinks it may very well be torture if he plans to take his time that way. Eyes closing slowly with anticipation, she murmurs briefly:] I think it's impossible to ruin our fun if you're undressing me at all.

[Upon arrival, Eun lets herself out of the car, closing the door gently, and slips to the backseat to grab her bag. She settles it over her shoulder before walking forward, intending to rejoin Asil beside the car.]

After you.

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[ He will gently take that bag from you, if you please. You are a guest, and now that you are both steps from his home he will take all the little responsibilities as his privilege. ]

Oh, by all means, after you.

[ He'll slip his keys into her palm, though she may not have noticed when exactly he'd fished it out from his pockets. It's a bit of showing off, he is vain after all, and after tonight's run, he is feeling protective enough to ensure that even in the safety of Aspen Creek, he puts her safety first. ]

[She'd hang onto her bag since she needs to unload the foodstuffs from it, but she can't see any reason why she ought to insist on keeping it if he's inclined to carry it for her. Even without asking she knows he means it as a polite gesture, as showing care for her, rather than implying she cannot handle her own things.

The offer of keys does take her by surprise, however, and she lifts them up to look at them curiously, before glancing back at Asil. It's unexpected, and perhaps she has not been a wolf long enough to realize the implications.]

If you insist...

[With only a faint lift of her eyebrow, she turns to unlock his cabin (on the second try, when the first key doesn't work) and lets them into his home. Once inside, she moves to close the door behind him, and begins leaning down to remove her boots.]

[ He sets the bag down briefly on the entryway bench and then follows suit by unzipping his boots so he can toe them off. He chooses clothes that allow him to shed them quickly and so he takes advantage of that to move the bag to the kitchen island.

He won't presume to unpack for her. First, because he does not yet have that privilege. And second, even if he did, they have already established that he loves the sight of her in his kitchen. ]

[Eun follows behind him only moments later, leaving her boots neatly next to his. She wanders into the kitchen with body language that once more implies both familiarity and a certain sense of at-home-ness. As she passes by Asil, she bumps him briefly with her hip before heading to her bag. The dry ingredients get set out on the counter in a neat cluster, with anything that didn't require refrigeration next to it.

She opens his fridge for the first time, and is startled to find just how organized it is.]

I don't know if I'm impressed by your organization, or now under the impression that you have too far too much time to yourself.

[There will never be a day in which she does not tease him somehow. Eun begins moving her ingredients into the fridge one by one, doing her best to spot where similar items are and placing them in the same spaces. There are, her parents taught her, ways to load a fridge. Like always putting meat on the bottom shelf, in case it drips. Raw meat juice on vegetables and dairy is the last thing someone would want.

Once she closes the fridge doors, Eun glances over to her bag, lighter and now only full of her personal items, and then to Asil. The smile she gives him is soft, and only slightly tentative. The Eun of a year ago would have found it rather uncharacteristic, but many things have changed in the last year. Even more in the last month. In that moment, she cannot help but be struck by it all over again, as she stands in the kitchen of a man in Montana who against all odds makes her heart beat faster simply by looking at her. Watching her.] If I can drag myself out of bed tomorrow morning, I'll make us some breakfast biscuits.

[ He keeps his hands off her only because there is pleasure in watching her and letting his gaze take in her movements. He chuckles when she remarks on his fridge and for a moment he wonders if it might impress her that there was a time that he'd used his hunting and curing skills to keep his old pack fed. Prices of meat during wartime always went up.

But then she is turning to him and what else can he do but go to her. ]

If you can get out of bed early enough to make us breakfast, then I must not have made love to you properly.

[ He'd wanted to cage her against the fridge but there was no opportunity before this. There is no shyness now, no hesitation as he presses up against her, one hand to her cheek as he captures her mouth. ]

Tell me you have been thinking of me.

[ Because he has had her on his mind plenty these last few weeks. ]

[While Eun is not ready to admit to her discomfort with her ignorance about how things will go tonight (aside from there absolutely being mutual pleasure for them both) it is there at the back of her mind, wondering what he has in mind for this first time. It would be easier for Eun if she had a preference, but between missing sex when it hard and fast and mindless, and this growing yearning for a physical, mental, and emotional connection she's never had in the bedroom, she would be hard pressed to choose.

She has, as a result, tried to take note of what he says to her tonight. That he wants to undress her slowly enough that it does not spoil things too quickly. And now, that tonight tonight he will be making love to her. It is enough, she understands what is to come first and perhaps for that reason she can try to be patient when urgency nips at her heels. It is the first time that someone has said they would make love to her, and rather than inspiring her to cringe, Eun feels her body flushed in reaction. There's a quivery feeling that slips into her stomach alongside the desire he always inspires in her.

Her back hits the fridge and she groans quietly at the contact and pressure. Her hands move to rest at the bend of his arms, lips already parting in anticipation of that first kiss. She leans forward as he draws away to speak, stealing another kiss with with a soft, pleased sound.

These sounds too, were something she had held back, back when they were taking things slower.]

Every day. Every night. [The evenings especially, when everyone else was tucked away in their homes and Eun found herself in the quiet and privacy of her cabin. It had been hard not to think of him, wondering what he was doing. It had been impossible most nights, when she slipped into bed for the evening.] Tell me, too.

Do you know what it is like to dream of you knowing that I had sampled just the barest of tastes at your table? [ His free hand has settled on her hip, but where the rest of him is deliberately still, his hips roll against hers in time to the kisses he steals from her mouth; the way his tongue teases her lips to part.

When he noses at her throat, the beat of her heart is like a drum in his ears, and he lets the hand that had fallen from her cheek to her shoulder palm the curves of her waist. ]

I have not had a woman in my life for a long time, Eun. But it has been both a gift and a curse to keep my hands off of you.

[She's not used to this. She's not used to being the one who is seduced, rather than the one doing the seducing, and even then half of the time her methods can be too strong and blunt. His words make her inhale, hold her breath as that flush rises from her neck to her cheeks. He presses against her in a rolling motion, and Eun cannot stop herself from countering with the same, eyes closed. She murmurs his name into his mouth, tongue pressing forward to stroke his in return.

Her hands move to his waist, clutching the fabric of his shirt into fists as he makes his way to her throat. She leans into it even as her hands tug him tighter against her, encouraging him to pin her to that flat surface. To increase the pressure against her body and just how well she can feel him moving, hips to hips.]

I've never wanted anyone as badly as I want you, and I've never felt so...so...[Need temporarily robs her of her words, and she opens her eyes as if it would somehow help.] So susceptible to another person. You don't know how many times I had to tell myself not to take the rest of my clothes off that morning, or to not come here and knock on your door in the middle of the night.

[ There is a soft, pleased sound at her confession, which seems utterly at odds with the way he uses his hips and his upper body to pin her tight against the fridge, since his hands have moved to cup her buttocks possessively.

The image of her knocking at his door in the dead of the night is doing wonders for unravelling his patience and control. ]

It is good-- [ he has gone back to nipping at her mouth his gaze hooded with the wolf lightening the brown to gold ] --that you elected not to, mi amor.

[ He allows himself the opportunity to tease her, fingers tracing the valley between her butt cheeks with the promise of what exactly he'd like to do.

He's not going to be able to keep from ruining their fun after all. ]

Eun [ he breathes ] I need you.

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[He gives her exactly what she wants, and Eun moans at once, to hear his sounds in her ears, to feel him tight against her and, god, his hands on her backside. Any attempts to remain patient, to pace herself, are quickly flying out the window. There is no part of her that holds any lingering shame, not even for the desperation she feels as his teeth nip into the soft flesh of her lip. She grinds against him wantonly, craving the friction and motion of an act she's been without for several months.

As his fingertips slip over a sensitive area, Eun trembles against him, eyes already half-dazed with need. Her hands paw at his body, slipping under his shirt even as they brush below the band of his pants. They have only just begun and yet she cannot think of a single reason to hold back in the face of his confession.

She kisses him, hungry and desperate, hands grasping at his sides, hes chest, as if it could somehow alleviate the pressure of desire she feels.]

Asil...[His name comes out as a groan, her leg slipping between his so that she comes to ride against his thigh.] Why aren't you naked and inside me right now?

[Love making will have to wait, she thinks.]

[ He is - to put it mildly - shit at making promises to keep things slow. ]

How much do you love this shirt?

[ His voice is strained as he's picking her up and swiftly moving her to the countertop. ]

[Just like that, Eun's excitement spikes, and while Asil is questioning her love of her shirt, she's already pulling at the back of his to yank it over his head.]

I don't. Just the jeans.

[And even knowing they have to come off, Eun is already wrapping her legs around him as she had days earlier, trapping him against her body for the moment with a huff of breath.]

[ He lets her take his shirt, moving to help hurry the removal of the fabric off his torso. He needs her skin on his. Roughly, he manages: ]

I will replace this.

[ It's a promise. Even as the fabric rips from behind, his mouth finding the patch of skin revealed by her shirt's vee before he discards the shirt to the floor.

He wants her naked so he can kiss her in the places he's tortured himself with dreams of. But he satisfies the need of the beast by pressing his mouth to the vulnerable flesh between her ribs.

She's as sweet as he remembers her being that morning when she'd first come to visit his home. His fingers make quick work of her belt, the buckle ringing lightly against the terracota tile as he begins to focus on easing her jeans down her hips. ]

[There's naked greed in her eyes as his shirt comes off. Eun would never be the one to say he is too beautiful because she wants every inch of him just as he is. Her hands grasp at his waist, nails dragging over bared skin as he in turn grasps the fabric of her shirt. One hand rises up to cup the back of his head as his mouth find s her skin, and she learns in an instant the first benefit of his many years.

He rips her shirt down the back and Eun gasps at how quickly it comes off her body. She arches toward him, urging him on, hips half lifting into his hands as his mouth makes it way to soft, sensitive skin beneath her breast.]

Need, you, Asil.

[She wriggles on the table, trying to help, trying to lift away from the surface as he pulls her jeans down. The moment she's free of them and can settle down once more, her hand darts forward for the buckle of his belt, intending to return the favor from her perch on his countertop. Her legs wrap around him, craving the feel of him against her once more with urgent, needy sounds.]

[ As much as he wants his mouth on her right now, countertop is too high for either of them to be completely comfortable if she stays seated on it. So, before he brings them somewhere else, he lifts his lips to her again, one hand possessive on the back of her head as he helps her down so her feet touch the floor. ]

Turn around. [ It surprises him that the words come out silky, a purr against her cheek as he guides her hips.

Her underwear is simple black cotton - and his wolf idly muses on what she might look in lace or leather - but cotton is convenient as he tugs it down before he kneels as his fingers find her already moist.

Her legs are lovely. He knew this before. But the way he touches her is closer to worship.

He's unable to resist a little love nip on her behind. ]

[He interrupts her efforts with a kiss, and she eagerly responds with urgent noises at the back of her throat, moving as he guides her so long as he doesn't stop kissing her.

She finds herself on her feet, down to her bra and panties, wondering if they're headed to the bedroom or the kitchen table--but instead he turns her, and Eun shifts until she is braced against the counter, shuddering at the sound of his voice. It makes her wonder how much more it would affect her, were she to hear him talking to her in that tone from between her thighs.

It's only when he kneels behind her that she begins to realize that perhaps they were thinking the same thing. His hands draw her underwear down, and at the first brush of his fingers between her legs she moans his name, pleading through tone. She can't see him, cannot watch him or anticipate. Her senses are alive but far more sensitive to his touches than any movement she might perceive.

And when she feels the nip of his teeth on one cheek she jolts, finger pressing tight to the surface of the counter. Rocking against the edge of the counter, she shivers. Everything she feels is compounded by anticipation.]

Mi amor...

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[ He sighs against her skin, pleased at the sound of the way she moans his name. When he spreads her legs, he lets his palms skim down the strength of them, lifting his face so he can taste her.

He is a patient hunter, and has, on occasion been accused of his penchant to play with his food. He turns all that instinct towards pleasuring her now, one hand lifting so he can toy with her clit even as he laps his tongue against her heat.

There is nothing more rewarding for him than to make her knees weak. To have her quivering over him as he loves her with his mouth. ]

[She knows that she wants it, she wants it so desperately she's all but trembling above him. He gently spreads her legs and she can't, strokes his hands over all that bare skin, and Eun curls her toes against the tile floor.

The first touch of his lips has her freezing in place, muscles in her legs tensing tightly. His mouth is wet and hot against her and she is struck by how incredible it feels after all this time. Eun tries hard to stay still, even as his hand rises to stroke over her clit, but it's so, so difficult.

If they were on a bed, perhaps she could have stroked his shoulders or pressed her feet against the mattress. She might have been able to rise up against his mouth, but she is stuck in this position, standing as he pleasures her the way she's been thinking of for weeks. She can't imagine being able to stay there long enough to come, and yet the visual of him bringing her just as they they are not drives her excitement higher.]

Oh god, oh my god...please...

[ He smiles against her skin before returning to his task of making her quiver. When he pulls back, he replaces his tongue with his fingers to show her a preview of what he plans to do later on.

They won't be spending the entire time here. Her comfort and the promise of more than simple foreplay has him coming up behind her. Tracking a path up her spine with his mouth now, even as he strokes her with varying degrees of urgency. ]

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[Grateful as she is for the press of his mouth against her, tongue making her shudder above him as it is, Eun cannot help but realize that all of this pleasure just makes her want more. She opens her mouth to say something, to ask at last, when he pulls back and presses inside her with his fingers.

She groans his name at once, one elbow slowly buckling so that she braces against the counter with a forearm. Her body slowly rocks against the press of his fingers as he rises, as he draws his mouth up her spine and drives her wilder. Keeping quiet is an impossibility now, and she squeezes tightly around his fingers with each plaintive sound for more.]

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[ He feels her buckle and he is unable to resist nipping her shoulder in a bid of possessiveness. Asil snakes an arm around her waist, drawing her back against him while offering support, even as he strokes her with even more urgency.

He scents her desire, her arousal. And the plea she wraps around the syllables of his name is music to his ears. ]

Tell me what you want, Eun.

[Eun lets out a purr at the nip to her shoulder, body shivering in response. She trusts his strength as she would have no others as he pulls her back against him, savoring the contact even as he drives her crazy in his arms.

She wants more, she wants to face him, she wants a hundred things all fueled by her impatience and need. Eun covers his arms with her own, trying to let him bring her what she's been craving...and when he asks her what she wants she lets out a low, brief laugh. It only briefly interrupts the other sounds she gives him, hips still rolling against his touch in a bid for satisfaction.]

Five-million dollars in unmarked bills, darling, what do you think I want?

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