He took his sweet time arriving, as he often did. The man seemed to take a sadistic glee in rubbing her nose in the unbalanced power dynamics of their "relationship", something that she didn't have much ability to subvert beyond the occasional bit of snark. He might have had her on a tight leash, but that didn't mean she was going to act the part.<br/><br/>When she finally heard the door swing open and clawed paws making their way across the floor, she didn't bother to look. It was only when a shadow fell over her and she felt his hands slipping down her sides that she'd glance up to him, her slightly-bored expression masking the way her skin crawled at his touch. His "kiss" was a slithery, teasing affair, much like the rest of him, forked tongue tracing across her cheek and sliding down her neck before flicking back up again, the second stroke brushing her lips. There was an avaricious gleam in those lupine eyes tonight, stirring a bit of deep, primal fear within her. She was well-practiced in hiding her thoughts, though, even as his touch became more daring, slipping his hands into her nightshirt to cup her breasts. She gave him a scathing glance.<i>Pet.</i><b>"You know I hate that word,"</b>she murmured, raising a brow. When he stood back and motioned for her stand, she rolled her eyes, but acquiesced.<br/><br/>The nightshirt was shed first, pulled up over her head and dropped on the floor. She let her sweatpants drop next, stepping out of them and kicking them away, leaving her in naught but her sleek lingerie as she stood before him.<b>"Of course, that's probably why you use it, isn't it?" </b>She asked, arms crossed, a hint of challenge in her voice. "<b>You being a sick fuck and all."<br/>
</b><br/>The loupe-garrou was not a gentle lover, something she might have been more appreciative of if she hadn't loathed him so much. Running her mouth, she knew, would only dig her in deeper, but she did it anyway. It was one of the only methods of defiance she had left. He could try to break her, but it wasn't going to happen any time soon. Humans had an annoying tendency to keep going no matter how hard the circumstances. Not even the destruction of their world had managed to break their spirit yet--even if such an outcome seemed inevitable.