the wolves are watching

first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home

He does huff a breath of a laugh against her skin as she teases him, the nip at his lip drawing a fanged smirk of amusement. “Oh, don’t push it Maeve.” He warns, hands raking along her skin come to a sharp halt as he raises a brow toward her as if it were any form of a threat. (It isn’t). But he continues to run his hands along her skin after that minor hiccup, keeping her close to him as the true reason for her question is aired and it dawns on him.

Her hand rises to the ridge of the horn and his gaze shudders as she taunts him with it. “Ah, well, in that case.” He pauses, leaning his head down toward her, nipping at her bottom lip as well before he withdraws, hands dancing along her sides until they reach her hips, as he regards her. “I’m good for it.” He murmurs, flashing that same fanged smirk. Hands rise almost more tentatively slow, thumbs swiping beneath the curve of her breasts where she’s pressed against him, his head tilting a fraction into the pillow as he regards her, a low hum of a purr leaving his lips. "Are you?" It's said like a challenge, like playful banter.

up high, but i stay low

SuNJATA