Round Two, Jerk!

The way Cináed was looking at her with that stupid arrogant grin on his face and not answering any of her questions was really starting to piss Satira off. What, first she couldn't get him to shut the hell up and now she couldn't get him to say anything? He really must have some sort of brain damage or personality disorder or some sort of mental malfunction. She especially didn't like when her little threat of violence went ignored, the stupid red asshole just taking another long swig of wine. It incensed her and made Tira want to smack that bottle right out of his paws to get him to stop ignoring her. Fortunately she wouldn't have to resort to breaking the law, as Ciná was dumb enough to put the bottle down and knock it over in the process himself, saving her the trouble. Victory!

That feeling of triumph was short-lived, however, as the next thing the tipsy little wolf-dog knew, Ciná had grasped her by the back of her head with his oversized paw and pulled her muzzle into his until their lips had locked in a firm and insistent kiss. Satira gave muffled sound of surprise and protest, both of her paws coming up to press to his chest out of reflex, pushing despite lacking the physical strength to move such a mountain of wolf off of her. Bright blue eyes widened in shock, blinking rapidly while she sorted through the flush of heat and flurry of flustered feelings to figure out what was going on. Cináed was kissing her, just like how Azzie had kissed her in the fjord. Along with the press of his lips came that familiar hot tightening building in her core, her body's natural response to the passionate advance. Her paws pushed on his chest to keep him back, but her tail was wagging like a feather duster across the terrace behind her, betraying her conflicted emotions.

Once Ciná had pulled his lips from hers, leaving Tira gasping softly for breath, the little hybrid fixed burning eyes on his smug face. With him being so close still, it was easy for her to swipe a paw out aiming to smack him across his cheek. She kept her claws retracted, not wanting to do too much damage to the one good asset he had in that obnoxiously handsome face, but definitely striking him hard enough to get her message across. Whether her blow landed or not, Tira would continue to hold Ciná's golden eyes for a moment longer, considering him in her drunken mind. Then she thrust both her tiny paws up to grasp around his neck while she pulled her body up to his, pressing all of herself to his form while crushing her mouth back to his in another heated kiss, whining softly beneath her breath at the rush of endorphins the attention and affection was doping her up with.

"Satira"