Faloren only looks surprised, almost shocked at Marg's reaction and follows her almost timidly from the dance floor to take his place at the table. He helps her get seated of course and then goes back to sitting at the table and watching the other couples dance with a slight smile.
Alec meanwhile is bumped onto the floor by a somewhat persistent, giggling fairy and his partner looks at him expectantly, hands as they should be for dancing.
She held her head, leaning on the table a little, trying to get her head straight. Finally she shakes her head and feels like she can control herself. She looked to Faloren in an almost accusing, but honest way.
What...was that? That couldn't have just been what I drank. Do...you know what I'm talking about?
Faloren studied her face for a moment but seemed quite unphazed by her question. His answer was entirely matter of fact actually.
"It is known that mortals cannot hope to feel the true love of a fairy. It makes them... heady I suppose. Your kind are prone to feeling amorous with many of the wee folk.
But Margrett... if that is how you feel with me then... I will say I am flattered."
He said that as if making up his mind how he felt about it, and was entirely pleasant. It seemed strange though, it was apparent that Faloren was not aspiring to have Margrett like him and rather, was just being himself.... though she found him entirely attractive.
She looked back to the floor, blinking. She hadn't thought of it that way. Maybe she didn't need to have control all the time. It wasn't her fault...was it? If she consented to not having control, wouldn't that, in itself, be control? It made her head hurt. She took off her hat and put it on the table, rubbing her eyes a moment. Maybe she could let go for once. She looked back to Faloren, and then leaned over, putting her head on his shoulder.
Good. You're too pretty to pass up, hun. She smirked, despite herself. She did have a little more control than she thought.
Hopefully I'm not too forward, Faloren. Dancing isn't my thing, I don't think.
Faloren.... actually blushed a little then. He seemed rather at odds with what to do with himself, but his hand found hers and held it between them. He smiled, worked out his nervousness... and continued to watch the dancing without saying a word.
Kiko wasn’t thinking anymore. Whatever suspicions she had dissipated the longer the dance continued. She let the stories, Margrett, and... wait there was another person she recognized. What was his name? …Alec, right? Alec was here as well?
Kiko blinked several times to focus. It did not help. Being this close to Grayell was creating other issues, too. Whenever their bodies came together during the dance she wanted to hold him closer. Closer? Come on Kiko you know better than that. You don’t what to hold him at all. You want out of this room. You want an escape from these faery people. You want the Wolf out of those clothes.
Kiko blinked owlishly. There was a humming beneath the music, or was that just her imagination? Was she humming? Her breath came a little faster. The dance steps had gotten easier, or maybe she just had stopped worrying about it. When the next turn came her hips swung in just enough to make her regret she was wearing clothes, too.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell's smile gave way to a flash of teeth with her contact, his tongue now barely visible as he drew a rather sudden breath. His hands held hers a little more tightly and his eyes changed from a smile of happiness to a smile rather of a mutual interest.
He continued dancing as the music played on though, but his hand at her back pulled her to him, then slid lower. He groaned ever so gently, barely audibly as fingers cupped her rear... him then leaning into neck. He hissed subtly, his mouth just passed her ear. He held his breath a moment before growling in a low, suggestive manner.
He was now far less interested in this dance as well, she could feel that beneath the finery he was restraining himself. The discomfort she felt in him in these clothes now had nothing to do with awkwardness and everything to do with him being provoked.
They spun again, his arms tight about her waist as he leaned forward, dropping her away from him. His eyes flared as her heaving chest lifted, offered to him and his hunger....
They came about and he pulled her upright again, his mouth hungrily locking with hers. He was breathing almost frantically, she could feel the rush within him, the desperation to be with her, their skin contacting. His feet stopped, his eyes closed and he needed that kiss from her, as evident from it's hungry searching for her tongue.
Kiko sucked in a breath. She didn’t miss the flash of teeth, either. It only gave her more incentive to taunt him with fleeting contact. When Grayell’s hand slipped to her back she arched her spine, bringing her shoulders backward and pale skin of her chest that much more visible. His breath was on her neck, and the tingling snap of skin went off at her ear.
And the growl. Kaminari the growl. She heard it in her head a thousand times and wanted to hear it a thousand more in the exact same timbre. She wanted to hear it beside her ear in place way more intimate than this dancing hall. Her nails went over his shoulder, raking over the silken cloth before she was spun out and dropped low.
She reacted to it with the same need to tempt that had caused her to tuck her hips in earlier. Her body was jerked forward with a sharp smack into him, hands digging for purchase on either side of his neck. If there was any restraint it wasn’t on her part. Kiko fed him her tongue, lips and mouth and demanded more.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell pulled her lip between his teeth and tugged on it, perhaps a little roughly. He growled much louder now, nostrils flaring as he breathed, his chest swelling with air and body bristling with energy. She was tempting the wolf, she was fuelling a flame that burned hot regardless.
His brow furrowed, eyes on hers in an intensely predatory manner... but he lifted a hand to her cheek. He opened his mouth, grinning for but a flash of a moment but it faded, his tongue was sliding over his canine. The growl rolled into his voice, the tone also betraying his need.
Gods I crave you woman. I want to taste you.... so very badly.
He looked up then, looked at the other couples and the very fact they'd come to a halt. He smiled then, almost a vicious sneer that disregarded everyone but her. He turned, his hand slid to hers and he left the dance floor. He was somewhere between agitated and insatiable, she knew this too easily... and she knew that him having to restrain himself meant he was stewing. He'd get irritable before long and she had no doubt, if pressed; he'd snatch her up and have his way. He knew to balance himself, to enjoy this game; but she'd learned how to press every button and spark any reaction she desired by now. He'd taken no issue with this, he'd given himself to her every whim and it made for an unbridled passion, a give and take that fed both their hungers.
He pulled her seat out for her with narrow eyes, him forcing his breath to slow, his body to cool. He moistened his lips and waited for her to be seated.
She gave tiny sounds while her lip was tugged on, or maybe she just couldn’t hear them beneath the aggressive growls. It hardly mattered. What did was the fact that his eyes were demanding other things. Things she would be happy to give him.
Kiko’s eyes flashed with fiery amber colors while listening to the sound. Fierce and tender, rough or gentle she couldn’t deny his touch and she rested her cheek in his hand.
The Wolf spoke and Kiko wanted to taste him, too. Nevertheless, she didn’t say a word in response. No, the part of her that was female and wolf needed to know that she could push him past the point of no return. That he would come after her with his teeth, claws, and body. It did not matter that he had before, for the wolf there was only now.
But, they left the dance floor calmly enough. They went back to the table. He offered her a chair. Kiko's insides clenched she had managed to frustrate herself, too.
Thank you.
Just two words, but they said so much more than that. He’d somehow managed to pull her away from the fascinated faeries without incident. Kiko’s cheeks reddened. She wasn’t quite sure what she would have attempted had they continued dancing.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell finished seeing to her seating and then slipped into his chair on her right side. He pulled his chair in and looked about smiling politely, nodding to the other guests that returned the smile.
His right hand found his cheek and it rested there, him relaxing somewhat. He took another sip of his drink and cleared his throat, then looked to Kiko with an ever so slightly amused expression, as if simply discussing the weather.
So my dear, I trust you're having a good time?
His left hand revealed itself beneath the table... it pressed hard inside her lower thigh. Her dress was loose enough, he had quite the grip against her flesh, soft silk between their skin. He had mischief in his eyes but spoke plainly, he was hiding nothing other than his hand; removed from view.
Perhaps I can purchase this dress for you, your look simply ravishing I must say.
His hand ran lower, lifted her leg a little, nails raking over the silk and teasing her skin. He leaned a little closer then, still smiling... but his eyes settled on hers and were devilishly predatory, intense. His voice was lower now, not for anyone's ears but hers.... and the growl had not left.
It will be worth every coin when I tear it off of you.
His hand squeezed her thigh then, dragged nails dangerously upward, slowly and almost cruelly. It stopped all too soon though and it reappeared to take up his goblet, lifting another mouthful to his lips.
Kiko took the time to recover her wits. Something she wasn't altogether sure she could keep hold of in this place. But, maybe if she faked it long enough no one would know. She gave a soft sigh that no one would hear and leaned briefly on the chairback.
I am having a wonderful time, Wolf.
If her words were a little stiff, well, she could fix that the next time she spoke. Then his hand fell to her thigh and she wanted to bolt from the room. Her nose flared wide, the breath she had just managed to control sharper. Her eyes glittered at him.
She wanted to get him off balance. The look in his eyes was starting to make her uneasy, but not near as uneasy as his hand. Liar. Her expression stayed serene at least, even if she dug her toes into the floor to keep her knees steady.
But, now his voice was holding her attention and her eyes got even darker. Beneath the table she could no longer keep her legs from twisting, or her knees from sliding apart. The nails were driving her mad with want.
When he leaned close she didn't reply so much as make a statement in response to his words.
I hope you tear things other than the cloth.
Her voice was just as intent, lips parted with huffing breath when she reached out for the glass of honeysuckle wine.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
He swallowed the wine, the sweet tang on his lips. He licked it, savoured the taste but looked at her... studied her with dangerous eyes. He then looked about the table and the other guests, again exchanging nods and smiling.
He leaned back in his chair then, coming along side her. His eyes didn't leave the crowd as he leaned to his side, hands on the edge of the table. He was smiling as he spoke, his tone was almost jovial. He was discrete though, none other was privy to his words.
Oh dearest... you are going to ache for days. You may well be stuck in bed you poor thing.
Kiko's voice was just as intimate; meant for his ears alone.
I already ache, Chosen. I ache to feel more than just your hands. I ache for the shriek of pleasure I want to give when we are alone.
Her eyes were so dark now that the amber color was obscured and almost black. She was forcing breath through her lips slowly, as well. She wanted to be pinned to the ground with him over top of her. She brushed her tongue across her lips to wet them. Her throat was entirely too dry now.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell's teeth clamped on his lip and his hands now drummed on the edge of the table. She could feel it in him, he wanted to break and run, tear off into the wilds and be done with this party, tear his freedom, her freedom from their clothes and be lost in the wilds with her and he alone.
And he could not. He was patient... so frustratingly patient.. The clothes were strangling him now... he was on edge.
I know this much. Should the Queen ask for another performance... well she's going to be very, very shocked.