She’ll never know what made her go out that night, only that she did. It started out as a gentle stroll in the woods behind the house she was staying in, and then it morphed into a run, and suddenly, she was leaping around, trying to expel the pent up frustrations in her small frame. Years of ballet came rushing back, and she was twisting, spinning, dancing under the stars, without a care in the world. For once.
The music was in the wind as it flowed through the mass of trees. It played every night, but occasionally, it was harder to make out or hear at all with all the other noises of the world crushing him into the paradise that masqueraded as his cage when he was forced back into the seclusion of the forests to avoid capture. On this night, its melody rose up into a majestic symphony. On this night, he happened to stumble upon another admirer of its beauty which rivaled the magic with beauty all her own. Fenrir watched from the shadows enraptured by the sight of the girl dancing under the pale rays of the shining moon and wondered…
Should he? Could he?
Would such a lovely flower ever grow to look upon a beast like him in the same or faintly like-mannered way as he was so spellbound by her?
I’ll be moving back to school tomorrow, so activity has been weak due to preparations for that. I probably won’t be able to get on and play until tomorrow night. That most likely means lurking today. If I don’t come on tomorrow night, I couldn’t get the wifi connection. But I’ll be back on as soon as I can.
Classes don’t start until Wednesday. Hopefully I can make it back online soon after settling in to be able to get in some replies and such before having to worry about working around a new schedule.
Askbox is always open for whatever you need. I have a few drafts to keep me busy. I probably won’t take many more lengthy threads until I can get into the groove of my new schedule. Let me know if you want to plot or anything.
"Well, you have my permission," her voice was a hot whisper as darkened eyes fell to his lips, dainty fingers wrapping around the length pressed to her stomach. Her pride, great as it was, prevented her from continuing her words, her train of thought. You have my permission to do whatever you want to me. That, in her mind, was better left unsaid. Besides, given the circumstances, she felt it was a bit obvious, desire practically boiling the water between them until she felt too hot to think properly. Not that she minded, really, free hand running over his shoulders and chest, desperate for the contact, desperate for any contact.
His breath escaped him in prolonged, almost silent gasps. He looked at her hard with his blood pumping even harder within his tightly constricted veins which tensed with the rising lust erupting around them. His mouth fell with great abandon onto her willing lips and wasted no time in devouring her words, inhaling her breath, and claiming all he there was to be possessed in the rapture of a kiss. At first, his tongue had nothing to do with the initial contact. He spread himself over her with the minimal but bold venture of his strong lips along the seam of her mouth. When he did grant the moist, firm muscle to take control and direct the movements of his conquest, it was with a practiced patience that would challenge a saint while his lips hastened the passion of his desire for her.
As always, a thought that she should resist temptation crept into her mind, trying to latch onto heated thoughts as he shifted her. She responded to him, and to the thought by rocking her hips gently against his thigh, wiggling closer to him as her arms wound around his shoulders, fingers leaving damp tracks as they threaded through his hair.
"Forward, aren’t we?" she half teased as she felt him pressed to her skin in more ways than one, a smirk playing across pink lips one hand dipping between them, resting at the base of his shaft for a long moment, before stroking upwards gently. Truly, he was the temptation she felt it difficult to ignore, and she’d gone on ignoring this long enough.
It was true. His preamble had suddenly fizzled—or rather went up in a raging flame of baser instincts. All humor had fallen from his features when this need lit through him like wildfire. No, it was she. She was the fire that consumed his better senses. Too long had he played her game, skirting around her sense of propriety and teasing until he was sure his head would explode. Either of them.
Still, he couldn’t help for a smirk to return nearly full force when she spoke again. “Forward would be my kissing you without your permission, verbal or otherwise,” he shot back, tilting his chin down to hover just so over her mouth without touching. Wolves were accustomed to closeness without the ties of emotional attachments to go along with it. Whether it was for worth or general acknowledgement, they nuzzled or touched without deeper meanings being involved. Fenrir’s meaning was clear enough in this situation as she touched him and he her, in return. A groan followed his remark, eyes falling half-mast in pleasure and torment.
It was as if his growl reverberated in her body leaving a tingling sensation across pale flesh, emerald hues darkening as her lips parted softly.
"No," she managed, voice slightly husky as he stood before her. A part of her reveled in the way he always managed to get a reaction from her, how it was so easy for him to make her thoughts stray to the inappropriate.
It would have been logical to allow that the chill of the water was the cause of her breathlessness, but they had spent too much of the day panting against the heat of the unforgiving sun for him to believe it for a second. Closing the space between them, Fenrir wedged his knee through her legs and supported her weight in the water as his arms came around her sides to pull her forward sharply, disturbing the water in a rush of waves as he did so. Her perk nipples jabbed into the hard flesh of his torso, and he sight in relief while he molded his hands along her soft, wet skin.
One hand traveled down beneath the water to cup her backside and manipulate her position so that she rocked over the seat of his muscled thigh. His own sex had stiffened into a hot and weighty tower that was now pressed against the front of her belly and the middle of his abs. He shifted with her to create a friction of his own. The material of her flimsy knickers bunched within his grasp until he slipped his large hand under to clasp a palm full of her bare skin. He massaged the mound, flexing his fingers with a greedy stretch, moving all over her bottom to touch each swelled inch.
She ignored his gaze, or tried to. Rather, she decided to ignore the way that, despite freezing water, she felt suddenly hot, mouth going dry for a moment as she watched his fluid movements. He moved like sin, like a true animal, deadly and yet, slowly in some ways. He was a predator all right.
“‘M not shy,” Her voice was casual as she dipped her head back, wetting her hair.
"Just not in the mood for skinny dipping."
A growl came easily, rumbling up from the pit of his loins and up to his chest to reverberate in the depths of his throat as her sensuous neck arched back to reveal each vulnerable quality to the slender length. His eyes blackened and narrowed when he caught the soft pumping of her pulse at the side of her neck.
Rising up again, she looked like a water nymph with droplets of water running down her face. He licked his lips as he imagined running the flat and tip of his tongue down their generous trails. “No?” he grunted.
Things in the pack were a lot more free than they’d been at home. At one point, everyone saw each other naked; it was more like a tribe than anything else, she mused, pulling off her camisole and jeans, hesitating at her knickers. She could always dry them, after all.
"No, I’m not,” she snapped at his challenge, and that was her answer. Quickly, she shed the remaining fabric blushing for a split second before she rushed into the stream, cold hitting her instantly. After a moment, it felt nice, nice enough to sink down into slightly, to hide her torso.
His eyes ate her up. Falling along the curves and slopes of her impressive, if not a little slight, frame, Greyback allowed his smile to grow visibly to expression his most vulgar thoughts uninhibited. However, he wasn’t a young lad without any patience or sense of anticipation. Stretching out his arms, he swam to the center where he managed to sink down enough that the water licked around his shoulders.
Blue gaze glittering in the low light of the early night, the predator moved about the water as if it was his true domain, smoothly cutting through its surface like a knife through warm butter. Finally, he swam closer to her, eyes still pinned to her loyally. She hid herself well, though he didn’t try too hard to seek out a peak of her submerged chest. He smirked anew when he remembered she’d entered the water still clad in her panties. “Still shy, are we, love?”
The first few months had been hard for the young wolf, torn between wanting to be there and wanting to go home. But, this was what she had to do now, and besides, it was like intense camping.
Wiping her brow from where she sat on the cave floor she watched him for a moment before nodding, pushing herself up, dusting off her denims.
"Lead the way," she followed, squinting into the last rays of sunlight.
He lead them down through the cluster of trees to where the brook flowed lively along the rich forest floor. It was deeper than it looked toward the middle and rocks scattered about the path, rising up from the cool depths like lazy gnomes in their beds.
Only wearing some breeches himself, Fenrir slid out of them one leg at a time, carelessly tossing the weathered fabric to a nearby rock before he stepped into the gentle current. The first breech of contact was like a lightning rod through his system as the cold rushed over him and seeped into his bones. After a moment, it felt heavenly. Sighing, he waded in deeper, turning to face his companion. “Chicken?” he taunted with a challenging lift of his brow along with an answering grin forming on his lips.
"Good to know. Do me a favor and don’t get up to any trouble while you’re on my turf, yeah?” It’s a casual request - he just doesn’t feel like cleaning up anyone’s messes, not when he’s got an important race soon.
"Why?" he raised a brow in simple curiosity. "Would you like an invitation to join in on the fun?"
It days had grown long and hot during the dusk of summertime. After settling camp in a secure area, Greyback could finally relax and not worry about any trespassers stumbling upon them. His body shone with the days grime and sweat. Glancing at the flame-headed girl, he reckoned she could do with a nice dip in the stream, too.
"I’m heading out," he stated, strolling toward the mouth of the cave. His silhouette filled the soft gleaming light of its entrance with the falling night approaching closely outside. "Care to join?"