((Begun my Alia's player, and ended by mine!))
Alia waited for Jon to be engrossed in writing a report, or at least a book, before she slid her hands down his chest, tugging and pulling at his leather jacket. “It’s been too long since you last kissed me, Shadow...” She’d whisper into his ear softly, intimately, with an unspoken promise of more. More of her lips at his neck, more of her hands on his chest pulling him to her, more of her hips grinding on his as she spun him around in his chair and straddled him. She’d capture his lips with hers, gently at first, but growing in heat and passion; tenderness became ravishment, playful nips became enflaming bites, love became lust. She’d push him closer and closer to that edge of control, where she knew - or at least hoped she could accurately predict - his willpower would begin to fail... and got up and left him to his discarded tasks. A breathtaking, smoldering gaze over her shoulder, and the telltale ache of a mark forming on his neck the only reminder of her presence.
Unless of course, the wolf gave chase...
Jon raced after her, pacing himself - he knew his minx's pattern now, so he raced just fast enough for her to blink... and grinned, knowing how the pursuit would end. She could only blink so many times, and the exercise was good for him. She blinked once... twice.. thrice.. and Jon sprinted ahead, knowing that that was her limit. As he was about to place his hand on her shoulder, she gracefully spun and teleported an unprecedented fourth time, back the way they had come. Jon, taken completely unaware, stumbled and fell, twisting in the air to avoid a painful face-plant in their bed. before he could recover, Alia jumped upon his prone form, smothering him will passionate kisses. "Don't ever make the mistake you know all of my tricks, Shadow!" she gloated, and Jon surrendered to her, enjoying his defeat at the hands of his clever minx.
Alia waited for Jon to be engrossed in writing a report, or at least a book, before she slid her hands down his chest, tugging and pulling at his leather jacket. “It’s been too long since you last kissed me, Shadow...” She’d whisper into his ear softly, intimately, with an unspoken promise of more. More of her lips at his neck, more of her hands on his chest pulling him to her, more of her hips grinding on his as she spun him around in his chair and straddled him. She’d capture his lips with hers, gently at first, but growing in heat and passion; tenderness became ravishment, playful nips became enflaming bites, love became lust. She’d push him closer and closer to that edge of control, where she knew - or at least hoped she could accurately predict - his willpower would begin to fail... and got up and left him to his discarded tasks. A breathtaking, smoldering gaze over her shoulder, and the telltale ache of a mark forming on his neck the only reminder of her presence.
Unless of course, the wolf gave chase...
Jon raced after her, pacing himself - he knew his minx's pattern now, so he raced just fast enough for her to blink... and grinned, knowing how the pursuit would end. She could only blink so many times, and the exercise was good for him. She blinked once... twice.. thrice.. and Jon sprinted ahead, knowing that that was her limit. As he was about to place his hand on her shoulder, she gracefully spun and teleported an unprecedented fourth time, back the way they had come. Jon, taken completely unaware, stumbled and fell, twisting in the air to avoid a painful face-plant in their bed. before he could recover, Alia jumped upon his prone form, smothering him will passionate kisses. "Don't ever make the mistake you know all of my tricks, Shadow!" she gloated, and Jon surrendered to her, enjoying his defeat at the hands of his clever minx.
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