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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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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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