<span style="color: #FF0000"> “I am free this afternoon,” Athan’s voice was a bit uncertain, as if he expected her to just shoot him down instantly. “We could grab some lunch and maybe see an early movie?” <br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Dressed now, Colt exited the dressing room and made his way over to Tempest who appeared to be on a call now. A slight change in her body language and the smile on her lips clued him in on <span style="font-style: italic">Who</span> that could be, but he pushed down the possessive wolf. Instead, he merely came up behind her his strong arms wrapped about her waist and pulled her close while his lips and teeth gave attention to the sensitive and receptive skin at the back of her neck. <br/><br/>“Ready?” he asked her in a low slightly husky voice.</span><br/><br/>She’d been ready to answer him, hearing the uncertainty in his voice and finding it sort of sweet. The usual confident Athan was uncertain and asking for lunch and a movie…a date. As she’d parted her lips to answer, Colt came up, wrapping his arms around her and started assaulting her neck, sending a shiver up her spine that she fought to keep out of her voice.<br/><br/>“Would you be willing to do something a little later? An early dinner followed by a movie?” she asked, allowing her head to lull to the side for a moment, her eyes drifting closed as her heart skipped a beat before shaking him off to try and keep a more level head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> The hesitation had him worried that perhaps this first attempt at trying to do the right thing he had somehow fucked it up as well. Then he heard another voice, a familiar voice, with her and it took all he had not to crush the phone in his hand right then and there. <br/><br/>Instead, a moment was taken to calm himself, “Sure. I can pick up at like…seven? We could grab dinner and then see a movie?” <br/><br/>--<br/><br/>With the extra access given he was quick to kiss and nibble along her neck. His fangs grown out a touch more so that he could drag them along the exposed flesh there with a slow almost lazy mindset. He could hear Athan on the other line and could practically feel his resentment, which only added to Colt’s own pleasure as he kissed lower along her shoulder. <br/><br/>“I have to model things for you at home and then strip them off slowly…” he whispered at her ear.</span><br/><br/>“Dinner and a movie sounds perfect, Athan,” she managed to get out with crystal clarity and not sounding the frustrated that she truly was just then. Colt was making her body respond while she was trying to hold a conversation and she<span style="font-style: italic">knew</span>Athan could hear him on the other end; to his credit, he didn’t feed into it vocally, but there was a standoff between the two that she just happened to be the earpiece of. “I’ll text you the address? Anywhere in particular you want to take me for dinner? I chose the food last time, so it’s only fair you get to choose this time,” Tempest reasoned as she struggled to keep the visions of Colt stripping out of her mind.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Another pause as he chewed on his lower lip for a moment before he pressed on with the conversation, “Um…if you are open to something new and fun, I would not mind surprising you?” A fang pierced his lip and blood dripped slowly unnoticed down the front of him. <br/><br/>--<br/><br/>“Then you can model for me, only I get to slowly strip you out of your clothes…” his breathed into her ear which he then promptly nibbled on. “There is more than enough time for us to have lots and lots of fun…before you have to go…,” more kisses and nibbles down along her neck. “I mean…you know how long I can go and how much I enjoy hearing you moan my name…” the hands at her waist moved inward, straight to her inner thighs where his nails dragged up along the fabric.</span><br/><br/>There was the briefest of moments where she muted her phone so she could shoot Colt a look, narrowed eyes as she promptly tried to avoid his hands and get her head clear. It was hard enough to talk to Athan without outside influence; add Colt’s kisses and hands going everywhere and she was about to melt in a puddle on the phone, which wasn’t fair to him. He was already being gracious enough in knowing that Colt was there, but Colt was trying to up the ante.<br/><br/>The moment was brief, unmuting her phone and picking up the conversation as though nothing had happened, a hand stilling one of Colt’s to make sure it didn’t continue to move. “I’d be up for something new and fun, so long as you tell me what I should be wearing so I don’t show up dressed completely wrong,” she offered, the smile in her voice genuine, even if her mind was torn between two different people just then.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Dress casual?” he offered with a slight and unseen shrug. “We aren’t going anywhere too fancy…” <br/><br/>The phone had muted for what he could assume was maybe so that she could moan or something like that. Absentmindedly, his tongue snaked out to lick at the blood that was still on his lips, though he managed to keep his calm. <br/><br/>--<br/><br/>There was a slight pout to his lips as Colt was reprimanded, but he controlled himself after that and only indulged himself in the kisses and nibbles on her neck that he had been doing before.</span><br/><br/>She knew the muting would be seen as something more, but she didn’t know what so she couldn’t refute it. Instead, she just carried on the conversation as if nothing had changed, actually looking forward to seeing him. Tempest was truly willing to give this a try and, with Colt being understanding about it, she didn’t feel guilty. She felt optimistic that, even if they couldn’t get back what they were, that they’d be friendship nonetheless and things would be good.<br/><br/>Or so she hoped.<br/><br/>“Then I won’t worry about it. My life will be in your hands; I trust you to pick something that I’m sure will be wonderful, Athan,” she replied with a smile, a growing excitement at the prospect of seeing him, along with undertones of what Colt was promising beforehand. “I’m looking forward to seeing you later.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “Sounds like a plan, I look forward to seeing you later, Tempest.” His tone sincere as ever and he waited until she responded before he hung up. The anger he felt for Colt there still, though now with the promise of his own chance to be with her tempering that rage just a bit. <br/><br/>At least for now.</span><br/><br/>“Then, adieu for now. And don’t be late,” she teased. “Try to get your teleporting skills up to par with mine or else I may have to show you up again…” And with that, she hung up the phone, the device tucked into her pocket once she texted over their address to him, turning her attention fully back to Colt.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> The call ended and Colt spun Tempest around to kiss her deeply, his tongue forced its way into her mouth, while his hands roamed over her form to tug at the offensive clothing. <br/><br/>“So…” he whispered once the kiss ended. “How long do I get you all to myself…” he growled against her ear, which he then promptly nibbled. <br/><br/>A part of Colt was bothered by Athan trying for what his wolf had already claimed as his own, but the two of them were not officially anything and he would not stifle her. She was to be as free as himself; until the time that she claimed him as her own. While neither was officially claimed by the other he saw no reason to become possessive and jealous. Tempest knew where she stood with him and knew he would be there waiting for her when she was done with Athan. Honesty and trust was what she could expect from him. <br/><br/>Though, right now, she could expect to be worn out before her next date. “I need at least an hour with you…”</span><br/><br/>The kiss he’d given her had her weak in the knees, had her offguard and nearly falling at the suddenty of how he spun her, lips on hers before a protest or further word could be said. His hands were all over her, burning into her skin even through the clothes she wore, her heart hammering a mile a minute as her hands clung to his shoulders to steady herself. Even as he gave her the briefest of reprieves from the kisses, his attentions shifted, the whispered growl against her ear sending shivers down her spin as she shifted her head away to give herself time to think coherently.<br/><br/>“…I’m seeing Athan at…seven…so if you need an hour, you’ll have it…but then I need time to regain my strength, so you’ll have to give me a break…” she whispered back, slipping free of his arms as the world filtered in, feet carrying her toward the register with their purchases in hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> He groaned when she pulled away, right on her steps he followed her to the register, his hand at the small of her back slipped under her shirt and undid her bra. <br/><br/>The other hand reached for his wallet to pay for their purchases, ignoring whatever look or glare that she might have thrown his way because he was intent on not caring at the moment. Not in a malicious way, no no, more of a playful and teasing manner just to get her a bit more flustered by him. Purchases in hand he slipped his arm about her waist and walked with her toward the exit of the mall. Once outside he hailed them a cab and being the gentlemen of course held the door open for her.<br/><br/>“After you.”</span><br/><br/>The groan was oddly satisfying, but she was intent on what they were doing: checking out. There was the promise of what was to come at the forefront of her mind, but they weren’t home. They were in open society, which meant she wasn’t about to drop trou right there. There was a protocol to follow, and getting arrested didn’t qualify.<br/><br/>But, as his hand guided her forward, she felt his hand slip beneath her shirt which, in and of itself, wasn’t bad. It didn’t stay just under, however, as it slid higher which had her trying to nonchalantly escape it, not moving fast enough to escape one of the clasps giving way. Her eyes widened, shooting him a dirty look as he ignored her, paying for their outfits and slipping an arm around her as he guided her out.<br/><br/>His gentleman act, however, wasn’t bought into as she shot him another glare and slid into the car in front of him, sliding to the furthest seat over behind the driver as she took the bags so he could get in unencumbered, placing them on the middle seat.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> Address given to their home, he slid into the seat beside her, the bags moved to his other side closest to the door so that he might slide closer to her. <br/><br/>“What’s with the glare?” he asked as if completely unaware.</span><br/><br/>“Don’t play coy,” she answered back, tone hushed and low as she pressed herself more into the car’s door as he shifted closer to her, moving the bags to the other side of him.<span style="font-style: italic">So much for the barrier.</span>“That was uncalled for and could have waited. We’re going home for a reason…that doesn’t mean you start in the store.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> "Are you really upset?" he asked as he leveled look at her. "I did not mean to upset you and you know that, I was merely looking for a bit of fun and excitement before we go home," he pouted slightly and tried to get closer to her again. "I'm really sorry..." voice sincere.</span><br/><br/>As he leveled a look at her, she found herself avoiding it by looking out the window, wanting to continue with her “angry” routine. But…the more he spoke, the more she felt inclined to look in his direction and the more she felt like she was being a fun-sucker of sorts. “…No, I’m not really upset…” she replied with a wrinkled nose, nudging him playfully in the ribs. “You know that I want this as much as you do…just…caught me offguard is all, attempting that in public.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> "If you want me to stop the PDAs I will, I'm just...a public and expressive guy," he shrugged and leaned over to give her a slow sweet kiss. "I want you to also know that it is very hard to keep my hands off of you, so you have to forgive me for not being able to control myself..."</span><br/><br/>As he spoke, she had to remind herself that he also had a far more…liberal mindset, one born of how he’d lived over the years. It made sense that he was more expressive, more okay with such displays whereas she was born of a “prude” people. Being so open was often scoffed at.<br/><br/>Thoughts pausing as he leaned closer, she returned the sweet kiss with a smile, her hand slipping up to his cheek with a thumb that slid across in a light caress. “I want you to know…that not all PDAs need to be stopped…just…I should be able to breathe in public…” Her tone was light, eyes glancing away though her hand remained against his skin. “You have a habit of stealing my breath without going so far as to…touch me all over while making out with me in the middle of an aisle…”<br/><br/>A soft laugh escaped as she glanced back at him. “The looks you get with your antics are bad enough…Think of how bad it’d be if you kissed me like you did when I got off the phone all of the time. The looks would triple.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> "I'm fine with that," he said with a grin, as he leaned down to kiss her once more this time with a bit more heat behind it, though he made the effort to keep his hands out of the encounter.</span><br/><br/>The next kiss had her going dizzy, her heart skipping beats in its erratic, unkempt rhythm. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think. Her hand slipped back into the hair at the nape of his neck and held him close. Only after she swore she’d pass out did she break the kiss pulling back and sitting properly back into her seat.<br/><br/>“How close are we to home?” she asked the cabbie, voice more breathless than she’d have wanted to admit.<br/><br/>“Another fifteen minutes.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> The fifteen minute ride would be torture, though he would respect the space that she needed. Even if he could not stop looking to her, drinking in the sight of her his eyes taking in every single inch of her form, he was mesmerized. It was not just the purely physical attraction either; no it went beyond what he wanted to do with her. A creature of body language and expression, it was the subconscious nuances that struck him the most. <br/><br/>Currently, the leather of the seat continued to creak under her perpetual fidgeting. First one way and then the other way she would cross her legs, no position lasted more than a heartbeat or two. In those brief moments of “comfort” she was still not stationary. No, instead her upper body moved and responded to some unspoken nerves and apprehension. <br/><br/>Or…was it more excitement that spurned her actions? <br/><br/>When the leather ceased in the creaking, he instead heard the rapid clicks of her nails against one another. This was followed by the ever so soft sound of the material from her sleeves as they were picked and bothered by the restless hands. The whole “show” lasted the whole ride home and he merely sat back to observe it all, as he found himself rather enthralled by the entire scene. Once at their home, he paid the cabbie, took possession of their bags and held the door open for her. The cab drove off and his arm found their way back around her shoulders as he walked with her to the door that would take them to their home. Security code entered with one hand, the other loath to leave her body even for the barest of moments. The door was finally opened and only now did he allow her to leave his side, just so that she could enter first. <br/><br/>The moment the door shut behind him, the bags were dropped on the floor, his hands instead replaced with holding her. At her back, he held her against him as he indulged in sharp nips and kisses along her neck and shoulder. <br/><br/>“That ride…nearly killed me…” he breathed hot and heavy into her ear, which he of course then nibbled as it was one of his favorite spots to do so.</span><br/><br/>It took forever to get home. Fifteen minutes. Fifteen long minutes in which she couldn’t sit still and didn’t even realize how badly it showed. She<span style="font-style: italic">thought</span>she looked calm, cool and collected (for the most part), rather than the fidgeting mess that she truly was. Even the sound of the leather moving beneath her didn’t register because her focus was on him, and on how attentive he was in watching her. The entire duration of that car ride, he watched her and she couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes on her; he may as well have been touching her with how she felt just then.<br/><br/>By the grace of whatever god there was, the car pulled over and she was free, falling into step beside him as his arm drenched across her shoulders. She subconsciously leaned a bit into it, her heart racing as she anticipated what was to come? Was he going to start in the moment they got inside? Would they even make it inside?<br/><br/>He unlocked the door and she walked in before him, as he was ever the gentleman and held it for her but, the moment it was closed, she barely had time to take in another breath before he was at her back, nibbling on her ear. Knees weak, she was sinking into him, goosebumps rising on her skin as her eyes drifted closed. “…Was it that bad?” she asked, trying to play coy while pulling away from him to give herself some space, only to immediately turn around and watch him, taking slow steps backward. “A piece of cake…”<br/><br/>There was a pause as she glanced about the flat. “Where…uh…what do you want to do first?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> When she pulled from him, he allowed it. Body affixed to the floor as if he were held there by some unknown force. His body never moved, but his head turned to follow her as she moved, his eyes locked on her every movement. As a predator would stalk his prey, he watched her. The hesitant way she spoke to him only further entice him to the game he knew they would begin to play. <br/><br/>“What do I want to do first?” he asked. Now he turned to face her, posture and body language nearly painfully casual as he continued to merely watch. “Hmm…there are a number things that we <span style="font-style: italic">could</span> do first,” a single step taken in her direction. “However, there is only one thing that I <span style="font-style: italic">want</span> to do right now,” another step. “It is more of a who, really. And what I want to do with this person involves some personal exploring, touching, tasting and experiencing…”<br/><br/>The steps continued, slow, steady, measured as if he wanted to drag this moment out for as long as possible. <br/><br/>“The matter now, is to know how this person wants me to take her,” he grinned, his fangs on full display which he licked slowly along with his lips. “Does she want to start here…and end up there?” his hand threw up a nearly lazy gesture with his finger pointed to the ceiling. “Or, start here, end here and then start up again here, before we end up there?” The look in his eyes held what one could only describe as a primal lust, if anyone could describe it at all. “So many choices and with a limited time to work in, we have to be smart on what we decide…” <br/><br/>Then he waited for her to blink before he moved, closing the distance within that small span of time. “Tell me now if you want this outfit to be saved, because the next time I move will be to remove it from you.”</span><br/><br/>Though he hadn’t turned around right off, she could feel it, the predatory way he stalked her. He didn’t have to see where she went, but he knew…he knew where she went and how she was going there. So, when he turned to look at her, it gave her the full effect of that stare, the way he watched her though the rest of his body was, for all intents and purposes, casual. And then a step. A single step that held so much promise of what was to come that it had her heart skipping beats, had her toes curling in anticipation and all he’d done was taken a<span style="font-style: italic">step</span>.<br/><br/>But that step wasn’t the only step…there was another to follow as the words that spoke wrapped around her like a hot blanket she wanted to bury herself in. As much as she wanted to step back from him, she remained rooted to her spot, breathing shallow as though a deep breath would inadvertently block out anything that he said and that was the last thing she wanted. His tongue came into play and she felt her head going light as she watched it trail over his lips.<br/><br/>All she done was blink. It was the shortest of blinks, not even lasting a full second, but he was there, directly in front of her. The breeze of his movement pushing her hair back in a light movement as she was met with his face close to her own. “I…” was all she could manage initially, trying to get her wits about her with him so close, promising more than she was certain she could handle just then. He’d run her ragged the last time, and this time there was an impending date to follow…but there was no resisting this… She’d done enough resisting at the store. This was their home turf, and she wanted this. There was no further reason to ignore it.<br/><br/>“…I don’t care about the outfit…” There was a small, very small portion that wanted it saved…but the way he’d looked at her, with how primal a look it was…she wanted to see him do with it as he pleased. Clothes could be replaced.