Whispers in the Dark

The smiled faintly, more then simple amusement coursing through her. A flush was starting to turn her cheeks a lovely shade of rose. The change having nothing to do with embarrassment. The ever light touch on his side slid around his waist, and she allowed him to tug her closer. The fabric he sought oh so cleverly was a thin band of silken lace that jealously hugged the curve of her hips.

Her head tilted forward, falling to rest on his shoulder turning just to the side as if to better bare the pulsing line of her throat. Her other hand slipped below his jacket to meet the first behind his back. "I may be a little curious." She gave the small admission ever so quietly, the corner of her lips curving into a smirk at the understatement. "I keep expecting you to call because you need my help getting out of something, or to simply never hear from you again as I previously mentioned. So perhaps it's a relief to once again lay my eyes upon you wanderer."

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"I think if I had to I could make for one hell of a distraction." She murmured under the gentle press of his lips against soft skin. She hadn't forgotten where she was, nor the danger he represented, especially when she offered temptation on a silver platter. Her flesh was warm to the touch, almost hot, shifters always ran warmer then your average human. She was no exception, the natural heat was almost enough to explain away the color of her eyes. The molten gold rolling with ribbons of caramel, and dancing aurous flecks. Over his shoulder they flared in the passing of headlights from the train station parking lot, at a distance most would have called the eye shine from the shadows, a sign of something feral.

Long fingers good for piano, or picking pockets, slid boldly beneath his shirt. Twin lines of fire caressing their way up along his lower back. It was nice that he wasn't cold, it gave her something to judge the distance between them by. Long dark tresses were like silk where they stroked along his skin, ruffled in the constant wind that swept the train yard. "I will hold you to that..." Came the purred response, her voice growing husky under his continued attention.

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"Your control is admirable..." She leaned back just a little to study the line of his jaw, following it along the curve of his cheek. She didn't speak his native language, she could have with the use of a gift but it was unnecessary. The inflection was clear in any language. Leaning in, feeling feisty, and a little dissatisfied with the sudden shift of mood. First her tongue, then her teeth found purchase on the side of his unguarded throat. Not nearly hard enough to break skin, leaving behind the lightest impression of her teeth. "But what if I told you your impressive self restraint was unnecessary... It's wolf blood that causes frenzy, not the blood of the fera."

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Reflexively she tensed beneath that momentarily sharp pain, hands sliding around so that they could press flat against his chest. She didn't push away from him, but it did seem to help to steady her stance just a little. Relatively useless however, since the strength would fade from her knees a few seconds later. Not that she was any effort whatsoever to hold in place. A mortal man could have carried her with ease. Even with her equipment she couldn't have weighted more then a hundred and twenty pounds. Admittedly she was also the living definition of wiry.

Golden eyes drifted closed as the first wave of pleasure washed over her, the intimacy of the Kiss went beyond sex, there was no awkwardness, not self consciousness, nothing but the shared joy of the moment. Her perception faded, and in what was probably a foolish display of trust, she gave herself over to it.

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On occasion foolish displays of trust were rewarded, in more then one way. Tonight was a night for risks it seemed, first her sneaking up on him, and then allowing his to slide his fangs into her throat on... On what? She hadn't made him promise not to harm her. So she would chalk it up to blind faith, and she would have liked to claim surprised when he pulled away without taking too much, but she wasn't. Admittedly she didn't exactly know why. Having risked more for less in the past, she took it at face value and flashed him a grin that was only slightly dazed. Losing blood left even the most skilled a little light headed.

"I'm great." She whispered as an answer to his question. Her arms slipped around him, and she allowed her forehead to fall to rest on his shoulder. "Make sure you heal that damage wanderer, cant have you falling away to ashes."

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She leaned against him, turning her head into the crook of his shoulder. In that spot that all men that seemed to have that was meant for a woman's head to rest. Her hair and skin were soft where his fingers brushed over them, and she seemed to relax into him under the quiet attention.

His words pulled a soft chuckle from her. "I can't say I'm surprised, you don't strike me as someone that likes to leave behind memories of himself." Her arms tightened around him as she snuggled a little closer. "Oh? What do I taste like?" Her brow lofted, and she was intensely curious about the answer, but not so much that she was willing to lift her head.