Kiko tips her head to one side. She has lost the grasp of his hair, using that hand to pull the dark strands of hers off her neck and across a shoulder. She's stayed still so far, but the little patter of her pulse has picked up. She taps the line of her neck revealed by the missing hair.
Kiss here.
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 winces in sheer delight, his tongue swiping over his lips and leaving them moist. He grins as he lowers once more, hesitates but only to draw her scent here. His lips then press to her neck, damp flesh leaving the pale skin oft hidden by her hair glowing in the fire light.
He sits up once more, his expression further from playful and closer to lust.
Kiko gives in to the sound riding up her throat. A little whimper comes free of her lips before she can think of where to send him next. Still, she manages to stay in place, head still bent over to one side. She's tapping a spot higher up in her neck, and somewhat farther back closer to her ear.
Kiss here.
Her voice is not near as smooth, either.
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.”
This kiss is punctuated by a tiny, whining growl at her ear. He loved to tug at her ears, tease them with his tongue, see her melt in his arms when his breath brushed over them. But, he could not and so he kissed as was commanded.
His breath was a necessity though, a coincidence that it did dance across her ear before once more he sat up.
Kiko's breath stuttered out. She can't remember when this started. Not with the breath being played over her ear. Additionally, the growl was more than enough to make her throw out the rules of this game.
She gathers up the hair on her back, pulling it over her head and pilling it on top with one hand.
Bite.
She's not given him a place to do so, she doesn't care where he bites her.
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.”
... and neither should you, reader. Oh he bit, sure as the sun rose the next morning, it's warmth setting on reddened skin and tangled limbs. They slumbered soundly, the two of them worn out after countless hours spent at their new game. A game with few rules and most certainly no losers.
And that my Chosen is that. I call this little adventure finished. As I started it; I suppose I should award acclaim? 10 points each? I'm not really sure on that, honestly. I will defer to you. This was a quiet thread, nevertheless, on my part I enjoyed it immensely. It gave them a little respite from the other craziness. You always inspire, and downtime away from battle always adds more dimensions. Which is good for them both.
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.”