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[The place is...Northwestern Washington. The year is irrelevant. and here, unrelated to a bunch of teenagers and their teenage wendigo problems, or a couple of overpowered jackasses, Elowen Bligh, professional werewolf and treasure-hunter is bored out of her mind.

Sure, running a curio shop was probably less dangerous and had distinctly less chances of her getting cursed by all manner of things (egyptian curses itch like the dickens), but it doesn't do a lot for a sense of adventure.

And sure, as a werewolf she can't so much as make a little glow, magically, but she's practically invincible, so she's not quite sure why she's been talked into this.

Either way, it's pouring rain and miserable, so the place is empty, and she's eyeing some priceless magical artifact like she's about to test it's aerodynamics. Now...might be a good time for anyone to visit.]

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[Well, he's getting....hugged? Really tightly, in point of fact. It's like someone's missed him or something?]

...Idiot. I've never understood why you had to go and do that.

The rest of you never would have lasted a week in there.

[He's not just hugging her, he's going to spin her around while he does so.]

Hey! I'd have been just fine. [She is incredibly okay with this, just this once, and maybe even licking across his cheek. You can practically see the tailwag.]

It was my fault, wasn't it? You picked a hell of a thing to be chivalrous about, Mal.

I had a lot less to lose from it than anyone, Elly, and we both know it.

[He'll smile wide and stroke a hand through her hair.]

I'm getting this feeling like you missed me.

Of course I did, moron.

[Yaaay wolf likes pets! She's not even gonna front.]

No one else around here can take a proper punch.

I missed you too, Elly. I had all this time to myself, no one coming to demand it from me. Didn't know what to do with myself.

[He'll continue petting her, then, just this once.]

Keep that up, you might actually start to sound like you liked it when I bothered you!

[Does he want kiss? Because he's getting kiss, and ellys do not do gentle kisses.]

[He's fine with kiss and she might find he was never one for gentle back in the day, either. Five years in prison didn't help that at all.]

[Yeah, she's getting that, and it turns out, either she's waited for him the whole five years or something because she's giving back as good as she got.]

...Y'know...I live above the shop.

[That does give him a moment of pause, and he stops to just stroke her hair a bit, seeming to consider.]

Not that doesn't sound great, but... you sure you want to get tangled up with me again?

Don't be stupid, Malik. [Biting on his ear. Gently, but still!]

I know what I want. And you're not gonna convince me it's a bad idea, either.

[He jumps, slightly. Gentle, sure, but she's still a werewolf and there's still some sharpness, there.]

Fine, Elly. How about you go lock the shop up, then?

[She does what she can, dude. Either way, she'll untangle herself from him, then, and start going through closing up.]

Let's face it though, Mal...you're lucky I want this, I'm pretty sure you'd break anyone else after five years in prison~

I'm not sure that you're that much better off, but I'm not turning you down, either...

[He's going to head for where he's pretty sure the back has to be, in a building like this, before he suddenly calls for her in a far more optimistic and excited tone than usual.]

Elly!

[Well, that is an immediate full-body perk and turn to almost bound over to him, but by the time she gets over there she's incredibly flushed and glowering.]

The hell are you doing?!

I always wondered if that would work, that's all.

[He'll just reach back and play with her hair right where he knows he always managed to get a reaction before, as a sort of apology while still being a tease.]

Mmrph...[Well, fine, she'll just lean on him for a moment or two instead of mauling him, if he's gonna do that.]

You don't get to call me like you're my owner or some shit unless you're planning on sticking around, Mal.

[But now she will stand up and lead him to the stairs up to where she actually lives.]

So if I do plan on sticking around, I get to treat you like that, then? Never took you for the type, Elly...

[But he'll follow her upstairs and the second he is up the stairs he is grabbing that ass none too gently.]

[Yelping a little, but she can snake a hand around for a retaliatory crotchgrab, yes.]

Well, I won't murder you for it, how about we leave it at that? I'm not exactly gonna call you 'master' and I sure as hell ain't wearing a collar for anybody.

[He inhales sharply, and, well, she's already got a bit of a reaction out of him.]

Good... I was starting to worry that you'd lost your edge. So, where to?

Well, if you'll look up from my ass, you will notice that this is a studio, and there is a bed not too far. Also a floor, a wall, a desk....any number of incredibly sturdy furniture. I'm not picky, it's been five goddamn years.

It's been five years, I'd forgotten how nice it was.

[But fine, he'll let go of her ass... to you know, lean up and grope her, but that lets him also whisper in her ear and return that earbite favor.]

How about the bed? It's been half a decade since I've seen a proper one..

[She's shuddering, because those are sensitive and also, you know, earbites, before she grabs him by the shirt and pulls him back towards the bed in question.]

When you put it that way...Well, I'm happy to oblige.

[He has no problem with being pulled in! Though now that she's facing him he's leaning down to kiss along her neck.]

I was hoping you would be so accommodating

[She's okay with that, she's just going to get his shirt off, possibly by ripping it if it doesn't come off as easily as she'd like.]

It's the least I could do, isn't it?

[He was still wearing a jacket, so it might take some time to get both it and the shirt off of him. Once she does -- well, if anything he's in better shape than he used to be. Not a lot to do in prison but work out.]

I'm starting to believe you want this more than I do...

[She wanted him to kiss into her neckline on whatever shirt or dress she was wearing, right? Because he's going to.]

[Well, if he's going to do that, she's going to pull him down onto the bed with her, because otherwise he's not getting any lower.]

What can I say? Going to prison for a girl does make a hell of an impression.

Edited (that was not the right icon) 2014-08-02 03:14 (UTC)

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