you fit into me like a hook into an eye

The girl was not above giving back every inch of flirt he gave forward, and the coy smile she threw his way would tie knots against his stomach. He was getting better at not letting it show, and his own flirtatious smile would slide into place as he relaxed into her company. He had missed her, when he saw red or raspberries her vision would wither before his eyes, taunting him even as she did not in reality.



She would not move from his touch and her words would touch the air even as he finished his first graceful flick of his tongue along her coat. He paused to clear his mouth of her red blood before he would speak. ?Not every touch scars? he murmured back, more softly but still teasing and with a good smile along his maw. Her theoretic would make it hard not to chuckle, and he didn?t bother holding it in but let it slide past his vocals in a heavy breath against her skin. ?Your lucky my dear, you found the right man for the job? he promised her, helping himself to another taste of her matted coat between his words.



Her next words would take some of the laugher from the scene and he would pull back for a moment, so when the growl slipped his vocals it wasn?t over her neck, and she would know it was no threat to her. ?My brother ? he spat the word; despite his ties to the brute it was hard to forgive him for this. ?Did not think it was my due. I?ll have to find another way to satisfy my blood-lust it seems. But if the brute I desire leaves Valhalla alive I will not let him remain as such. For as long as he is in the packs territory.. it seemed I would not be able to take him and live.. Far too many wolves live within that border? he held back another snarl, feeling the boiling in his blood and wishing there was some way he could sate the beast inside him. ?But enough of that. Are you going to tell me why you thought you looked good in blood?? he would ask her, taking the rhythmic task of cleaning her to calm his frustration.