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For being such a ruffian Maverick did indeed clean up very well, his coat was smooth and shining, and he could hold his own against most of the important guests here. Despite his ways the man made himself at home, like he attended important alpha weddings all of the time. Having the wild brute at her side felt dangerous and exciting especially when compared to how Hattori would have made her feel here. His judgemental glare would have lingered on his features all night, and she wondered if he would accepted a dance with her. Not that the speculative thoughts meant anything now. Maverick hadn’t hesitated at all, well expect to finish his beverage, something else Hattori would have scorned. The man did enjoy his sake.

But Hattori wasn’t here and he would never be at her side again. Maverick was here with her, spontaneously arriving to accompany the lone monarch. She was wary, but Maverick was witty and intelligent at the very least, he knew an Empress had to keep up appearances. No matter how much he teased her he retained his respectable appearance. She knew who he was, but everyone else in attendance would see the picture perfect gentleman at her side.

Of course she couldn’t let him be the only one getting little surprises and spurns in, while he’d surprised her about being her date she would do the same to him when she suggested that he might have the pleasure of seeing her drunk once more. There was more to the statement than just getting drunk though, and the thought of being alone with him again caused a flutter in her belly. As she touched his pale fur tingles ran over her skin as he admitted the surprise she invoked within him.

Venom gave him a sly grin as he joined her without much convincing. They weren’t without music, and they weren’t the only wolves on the dancefloor. The pair of them both blended into the crowd and stood out. Venom had a natural grace about her that Maverick mirrored and enhanced as he led her through the motions. Even if they were in a crowded room it felt like they were alone as their bodies moved together in a different way. He lifted her paw to his lips, the picture perfect escort to Ashen’s Empress.

He pressed his chest against hers and their foreheads nearly touched as his cool gaze lingered on her warm eyes. He whispered to her after a while, offering another observation. This was the kind of place she was supposed to be, this was what Venom was made for. Maverick had a good idea of the different sides of her at this point. He’d seen her sadness, frustration, anger, pride… Most special of all he’d seen the vulnerable side of her and as his lips touched her ear and he confessed how much he enjoyed the alternate side of her.

"You are one of the few to have seen both.” She returned softly as they parted and came back together for the next step. "Keep playing your cards right, Vagabond, and you might get a repeat performance.”She chuckled amusedly after offering the man a subtle wink as her side brushed against him. Venom would have been lying to say she wasn’t craving the feeling of having him closer. They were on a date after all.

"Venom"