not maybe, definitely

Everything was taking hold of her at the same time, the cannabis long had its hold on her, the alcohol warmed her belly and aided in the euphoric feeling, and Maverick’s arms were wrapped possessively around her. Venom was completely out of her element, intoxicated and submissive, the opposite of everything she had cultivated and promoted before. Had she any real sober thoughts left she would have chastised herself, but Mav’s voice was convincing, his touch was gentle, and there was a promise of her safety.

She didn’t want to fall again, she didn’t want the rug pulled out from under her, she didn’t want the crashing lows and life changing despair. She hid away most of it, forgot about some of it, but right now Maverick took away all of it. He grinned down at her warmly, his gaze sparkled with mirth and he blotted out the darkness beyond the den. He was a sudden lifehouse in the foggy night of her life. Or maybe he was just burying her in the mists and ignorance was bliss. He reassured her though, this wasn’t chasing a temporary high.

There was no verbal answer, Maverick silently promised to be whatever she wished of him. With great care, and the gentle touch she needed Maverick lowered his lips to hers. A soft purr of surprise and delight left her as sunset gaze closed and he made her forget everything. All she felt was the warmth of the alcohol, the euphoria of the herb, and the burning desire he filled her with. His paws never really stopped moving over her fur, learning every inch of her as he held her to him. She smiled into her kiss as he led her further, and Venom would not call a halt to his soft advances. Slowly he enveloped her, convincing her of the desire suppressed in her belly, and his own passions for her.

As much as a stranger could care for her Maverick would do just that. Their lips parted and they both gasped for breath. Venom’s chest heaved against his own as flickers of flame brushed up and down her skin where they touched. His turquoise gaze found her again, his eyes fiery as they reflected the smile on his features. Maverick told her not to fall. She wouldn’t fall from her high, from her pride, for him… As he kissed her again she couldn’t promise herself away from falling for him. Not when he was being given such a view into the window of her soul. She gave him this and it was giving him a part of herself, intentional or not.

He teased her for a moment, his lips brushing against her own as he gave her ample time to push him away, to make her decision. But Venom wasn’t going anywhere, she wanted his arms around her, his paws exploring her frame, his name on her lips. The Empress shed her propriety, her title, her worries, and her heartache as white gloved paws entwined around his neck. Maverick’s tongue slipped past her teeth and met with her forked tongue. His toes grabbed the flesh of her hip and pulled her tighter to his own. Venom let herself go, she let herself trust Maverick as she gave herself to him. Every soft movement, subtle sigh, and sharp gasp were all for him. She opened up mind, body, heart, and soul to him.

"Venom"