<span style="color: #FF0000">The kisses burned, in that good way that had his length twitch as if to try and stir again. A soft laugh tumbled free from his lips and he carefully moved away from her, adjusting his pants so that everything was put away and back in its place. <br/><br/>“You know that I wish we could,” he began before he leaned over and kissed her deeply, as he undid and removed his belt.  “But, we need to get to the library to make that order. Not to mention I am hungry again,” he laughed and stood with a slight frown at his torn shirt. “I guess I have to buy a shirt or something…”</span><br/><br/>The sound of disappointment as he adjusted his pants, shielding himself from her, was audible and loud. She wanted more than he’d given her and it wasn’t fair of him to deprive her of such a basic need. It wasn’t as though she were asking for the sun! Just him...what was so hard about that?<br/><br/>But, as he leaned over, she indulged in that kiss, feeling the belt giving way as her hands (released from their binds) made a grab for him, only to end up watching him get free of the bed. So, she took the time to adjust her dress, pulling the tight skirt back down to where it should have been, fiddling with the now torn slit adjusted so that it didn’t look quite as bad. Hands tried to adjust her hair, mussing it to undo the torrid mess she currently had given their...activities moments before.<br/><br/>Instead of listening to him talk about buying another shirt, she walked around him to the bathroom, deciding to forgo her dress altogether and stripping it off as she walked.The dress was dropped with a look over her shoulder at him. “I need to freshen up...care to join me?” she asked, pausing at the door, body resting against its door frame. “I can’t very well go out there looking like this...people will stare; they’ll think I’m doing the walk of shame…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">At the moment he had been mostly focused on what to wear given his shirt had been ripped to shreds. It was only when she had walked around him did his attention return to her and he felt his desire return with full force, despite what they had just done. Primal and somewhat wild eyes took in her form as she stripped from the dress; he thought he would faint from the severe lack of blood flow to his head at the moment. <br/><br/>She was working hard to get what she wanted and he found himself over the barrel of a gun. Torn between his desires for her, his pure instinctual need for her and his need to do what was right and responsible. <br/><br/>It took longer than he expected to respond to her, but when he finally did it was with a groan and a frustrated sigh, “No…I can’t join you. But…um…while you shower I will try to find myself a shirt to wear. Unless you want people, mainly other women, to stare at me while we are outside?” The question thrown at her, in his attempt to see just how possessive she was of him.</span><br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed as he turned her down yet again. “You can’t join me, or won’t? Not attractive enough, huh?” she asked, voice low as she openly challenged him and didn’t even care. But his next comment had her eyes narrowing more, blood instantly boiling.<br/><br/>“Anyone<span style="font-style: italic">looks</span>at you in a way I don’t like, they’re torn apart.” Her voice, her tone, was perfectly even as she stared him down. “I was angry last night for a reason. Don’t think it’ll be any better today.” Without another word, she was in the bathroom, door closed and locked, water running so she could get her shower done with.<br/><br/>It was a quick shower, one to just wash up and fix her hair, hopping out and drying off in one of the cheap towels, finger-combing her hair as she left the bathroom. Dress scooped up, she popped back in, pulled it on and arranged it so that it didn’t look like it’d been put through the ringer. Then, back out of the bathroom she went, slipping her sandals on and leaning against the wall. “Ready to go, then?” she asked, eyeing the shirt he’d found.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The threat and possessive tone in her voice only made him want her more, if that was even possible at this point. When she disappeared into the bathroom, he left to hunt for a shirt. It ended up being with him buying a shirt from the gas station across the street. It nearly mirrored the shirt he had on last night, save there was some stupid slogan about what bagpipes and real men wear skirts. He was just in the process of checking out himself in the mirror when she exited the bathroom. <br/><br/>“Yep,” he said and grabbed up his wallet and moved to open the door for her. <br/><br/>Once they were outside he slipped his arm about her shoulder and walked with her toward the library. As they entered the building he lead them over to where the computers were and took himself a seat before he focused on the order that would hopefully grant them both the release they both needed.</span><br/><br/>There was no comment about the shirt, though there were a lot of comments she wanted to say about it. About how she could “handle his bagpipes just fine if he’d let her,” but she didn’t think it’d go over well. Since he felt it necessary to try and avoid any real contact with her and “couldn’t join her in the shower” when she was practically throwing herself at him, she was still a bit miffed. Stiff, they walked together, his arm around her shoulder, and her eyes on the lookout for anyone who thought to even<span style="font-style: italic">think</span>in his direction.<br/><br/>But, thankfully, there wasn’t such an issue. He sat down at one of the computers and for a moment, she leaned over next to him, elbows on the desk while her backside remained out and on display, but then she got bored and needed to move. So, while he looked up the pills and whatever else he thought was so necessary, she wandered down some of the book aisles. A few guys looked mildly attractive to her, but not enough so that she’d worry about attempting to talk to them.<br/><br/>And then she needed air. Popping her head around to tell him as much, she decided against it, figuring he’d smell wherever she went anyway. A few steps outside of the library, she made herself comfortable on the bench, laying on it and watching the clouds go by, until a familiar voice caught her attention. “Eilidh?”<br/><br/>Her eyes glanced in his direction, though she wasn’t wont to move just then. “Top of the mornin’, Dan,” she greeted him with a wave in his direction. “You lost?”<br/><br/>“No, not lost. I was wandering around, trying to figure out what I wanted to see first. Did you get my message this morning?”<br/><br/>Brow furrowing, she turned her attention more toward him, propping up her torso on her elbows though the rest of her remained stretched out on the cool bench. “Message?”<br/><br/>“Yeah, I stopped by this morning and the guy you were talking with last night was there?” Then, rapidly he followed that up with, “Not that I was stalking you! I’d gone down to get my phone messages and they told me you’d stayed the night there. I wanted to make sure you were alright and see if you wanted to get breakfast or something.”<br/><br/>“Oh,” she answered, though her mind was half-wondering why the message wasn’t passed along. “I’d been too tired to go home, so I stayed here instead.”<br/><br/>“You didn’t have to rent a room,” Dan replied to that, talking a few steps closer to the bench, causing her to sit up a bit more, one leg crossing over the other. “You could have stayed in my room; In a platonic way, I mean. I’d have taken the little couch.”<br/><br/>Her brow rose. “You know as well as I do that the couch is too small for you to sleep on. But it’s done with now, right?” With another shrug, she glanced around.<br/><br/>“So, where are you off to now?”<br/><br/>“I was going to go for a walk over to the mountains, maybe look at a few things on the way over...since I ran into you, I thought we could try again and hang out today. What do you think?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">At the library it took longer than usual to focus on the task at hand, especially with Eilidh there. When she leaned onto the table and stuck her ass out, he mentally groaned. He could still taste her sweet essence on his lips and it took just about everything in his power to not stop what he was doing on the computer and instead pound into her. Right there in front of everyone else. At some point the focus got easier and he was able to look up what they needed. <br/><br/>From there he got lost in trying to figure out how much to get, in order to ensure they would have enough drugs that would metabolize in their system properly. It was only when he was printing the order confirmation that he noticed she had wandered off. Her scent was everywhere or at least that is what it seemed like to him. One aisle and then another was searched before he was led outside and the sight there cause his lips to curl back into a snarl. <br/><br/>As luck would have it, he caught the tail end of the conversation. The small bit of steps and railing he vaulted over in one smooth motion as he strode/stalked his way over to the pair. <br/><br/>“Hey again, Dan” he said with a tense smile. “Did not think we would see you again, thought you said you weren’t stalking her?” the comment meant to be a joke, but he was not completely sure if that was not the case or not.</span><br/><br/>She caught his scent before he vaulted over the last few steps and stalked over, eyes still focusing on Dan though her body had long since become attuned to Eidhin’s. Only when he spoke did she turn her gaze in his direction, a coy sort of smile on her lips. “Dan, this is Eidhin. Eidhin...well, you already know Dan, it seems,” she commented, content to stay where she was half-laying for the time being, shifting to roll a bit more on her side, a leg rubbing against the other. “So, Dan stopped by this morning and now he’s found me outside here, what a coincidence, hmm? Eidhin, you didn’t tell me he’d stopped by!”<br/><br/>Her voice was one full of humor, eyes intently on him to gauge his reaction to Dan, to see what they’d do. Dan, on the other hand, felt suddenly all the more tense. “I wasn’t stalking her, I assure you,” he replied, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck, though his attention did slide back to Eilidh as she’d shifted, watching her legs moving before snapping himself out of it and looking back at Eidhin. “I’d say it’s a sign that we’re meant to go for a walk!” His voice tried for chipper, for enthusiastic optimism, even as the grin on Eilidh’s lips turned a bit larger.<br/><br/>“Meant to go for a walk?” she repeated. “What do you think, Eidhin?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“I had meant too, but then we got…preoccupied,” he said with the hidden meaning heavy in the comment and he shared a knowing look with Eilidh before he focused back on Dan, which was when he caught the man eying her…in a way that had him react before he could even think twice about it. He moved, faster than the poor bastard could even begin to follow, grabbed him up by the front of his shirt and lifted him clear off his feet. <br/><br/>“What the fuck are you looking at?” he growled, though before the other man could answer he threw him back. Dan landed some feet away and only just managed to get to his feet when Eidhin was on him again, the shirt once again grabbed up and used to lift the weaker male off the ground only this time had his fist prepared to punch him. <br/><br/>Eidhin had never been one for violence, never saw the need for it and often tried to talk through a situation. Now though, the wolf and its instincts drove him. Made him want to protect what it felt belonged to him and him alone. Which was his mate that was in heat, the time when she would be most receptive to bear his offspring, not some joker’s who wanted to go for a walk with her.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Should I stop this?</span>she thought as she watched Eidhin suddenly becoming possessive, grabbing Dan up and throwing him without much ado.<span style="font-style: italic">I should probably stop him, but something about this is so…</span>Had he been focused on her, she’d likely have thrown herself at him right then without a thought for where they were, and watching him follow up with Dan was only adding to that. The sudden shouting had grabbed the attention of some passersby which had her sighing.<span style="font-style: italic">Yep...I have to stop this now…</span><br/><br/>Getting up, she was over to the pair, a hand on Eidhin’s to stop it from punching the poor man in the face.<br/><br/>“Eidhin...Eidhin, relax…” she cooed at him, using a hand to turn his attention back toward her, waiting for him to make that eye contact while Dan struggled in his hold.<br/><br/>“Really! Man, I meant nothing by it!” Dan protested in his hold, hands prepared to block the oncoming blow that he thought was coming, even as Eilidh continued to try and get his attention, to hold that attention and get him to calm down for her… Even as her body was more than ready to distract him through other means if necessary.<br/><br/>“Please, Eidhin…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Eidhin was good and prepared to punch Dan and then beat him over and over again. Had Eilidh not shown up, he would have done so, over and over again until there was not a chance in hell the  man would walk again let alone look at his woman again. However, when Eilidh stopped his hand and drew his attention he felt his mind shift gears from the aggressive and possessive nature to a more, sexual and loving mindset. <br/><br/>“Keep your eyes to yourself,” he said to Dan without breaking the eye contact with Eilidh. He released his hold and Dan was allowed to drop back down to the ground. Once his hands were free and grabbed up Eilidh and kissed her in a possessive manner, his tongue on her own in a heated dance. Without much thought or care for who saw them, he picked her up and began to carry her away toward the wooded area behind the library. <br/><br/>He had to have her and had to have her right now. For the moment, his mind was more focused on her and not on the dilemma that could come from this encounter. Instead, both man and wolf wanted to reaffirm that she was theirs and theirs alone.</span><br/><br/>Dan had dropped to the ground, scrambling to stand as he watched Eidhin pull her into a deep kiss, a possessive kiss. Eilidh was completely oblivious to Dan, oblivious to the man who’d barely made it out of there alive and was currently running away as fast as his legs could carry them, while saying something about what a pair of psychopaths they were. How they must’ve gotten off on stringing people along.<br/><br/>Did she care?<br/><br/>Not one damn bit. Her legs wrapped around him as he picked her up and she clung tightly to him, tongue ensnared in that heated kiss. The only time that kiss broke was when she broke it to trail kisses down and about his neck, nipping and suckling before trailing them back up and reconnecting that heated kiss.<br/><br/>Were they alone, though? No, their display had caught attention and a few were listening to Dan’s ramblings about the pair while a few others followed behind to see if they couldn’t catch them, question them once they broke their embrace for just a moment. A quick look over his shoulder confirmed that and she growled in their direction, narrowing her eyes; a quick gesture that had them pausing and backing away as she resumed the kisses.<br/><br/>She was finally going to get what she wanted, and she was perfectly content with that. Sure it’d taken nearly having a guy get beaten to get that streak in him fired up, but it was worth it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Deeper and deeper he carried her into the woods until he could not walk anymore. Her back was pressed against a tree as he ground hard against her. The kiss was now broken and he kissed lower along her neck, he wanted her, had to have her. <br/><br/>But…there was still that issue…<br/><br/>A groan left his lips and he tore away from her for a moment while he dug out his wallet and began to rip into it. He had bought one…on a whim and right now he really needed to find it.<br/><br/>“Where is it!” he growled and was just about to shed the wallet when he found it. “Ah ha!” he said and held up the condom he had bought. It was only one, but he had to try something….right? The kissing resumed though he had begun to push her skirt up and then undo his pants. This had better work of he would have to deal not only with huge discomfort, but one pissed off Eilidh.</span><br/><br/>The tree at her back only fueled what she felt for him. She wanted him to possess her, to take from her what he wanted, what he needed as badly as she needed it. His hips ground into her so hard she wasn’t able to push her hips out to meet him any harder, and she was just fine with that. She wanted this to be harder, rougher, something about the soft and delicate that she’d had prior just...didn’t sound even remotely satisfying right then.<br/><br/>She wanted it to be wholly carnal and primal. She wanted him to physically take her.<br/><br/>But he groaned and tore away from her, and it left her growling, suddenly angry.  “God damn it, Eidhin! Why do you have to think?!” she shouted at him. “What could you possibly need right now other than me?!”<br/><br/>When his hand pulled the condom out, her eyes lit up. “Finafuckingly!” Her hands clambered with his pants, as the kiss took back up where it’d left off, extremely happy she had no underwear that needed tearing, happy she’d worn a skirt instead of her usual pants. Then came the task of trying to get the condom on in their current position. Pushing him (albeit roughly) away, she dropped to the ground, and grabbed the condom from his hand, tearing it open and trying to put it on him as quickly as possible because the longer this took, the more frustrated she got. The more frustrated she got, the angrier she became.<br/><br/>And the angrier she became...the easier it’d be for her to justify looking elsewhere for what she needed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Once the condom was on, he picked her back up and without waiting for anything else he slammed himself deep into her. A deep satisfied groan left his lips as he braced for just a moment on the tree, his body a fire with the pure desire and need that he had for her. Then he started, rough, hard and fast. His hips moved in a blur against her body, while his mouth captured her own and refused to give it up. <br/><br/>It felt like every single aspect of his being was a fire now with only one thing on his mind. And that was fucking Eilidh until he had not strength left to do it.</span><br/><br/>She hadn’t needed him waiting, her legs already ready and willing to open as he picked her up and slammed into her. A cry was loosed as her nails dug deep into his shoulder, body tightening around him as she tried to grow accustomed to the sudden...large object now inside of her. That moment he braced was all she needed, and then she was lost to him. Her mind was blank, her lips in a heated dance with him while his hips slammed into her over and over and over.<br/><br/>Nothing else existed. Her needs were being met in every way possible. Eidhin was deep inside of her, he was rough, he was primal, he was what she’d been looking for, and she could hardly breathe as he kept at it. Again and again, she felt him bury himself deep inside of her, and again and again, she cried out his name amid the moans. Then his name became unintelligible as there were no conscious thoughts left, not a one. All that came from her lips against his were moans, growls, whimpers as her body felt like it was going to explode.<br/><br/>Yet it still wasn’t enough. More, she needed more.<br/><br/>How that more was possible, she wasn’t quite sure yet...but that more was what she wanted and he somehow had to give it to her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The kiss was given up to allow his mouth to give her flesh more attention. Sharp nips and kisses were peppered across her neck and shoulders. Over and over again he pounded into her, more and more as he gradually picked up with the speed and force (if that was even possible). There was a need that his body sought to satisfy for her and so he continued to pound her over and over. <br/><br/>He could feel himself nearing his end and gripped her hips even tighter. With each thrust into her, he pulled her against him to add to that force. <br/><br/>When her head leaned back and he spotted her throat, an instinct took over and he bit her hard enough to draw blood. As the mark was made and her blood touched his tongue, his orgasm hit and he howls out as he came.</span><br/><br/>More, she needed more. As his lips moved elsewhere, it allowed her to moan louder, to make it known throughout that he, that Eidhin, was hers. Anybody that heard that had better go the other way, otherwise she’d tear them apart. Literally tear them apart limb from limb if they so much as looked at Eidhin right now.<br/><br/>That was a worry for another time. He gripped tighter onto her, pounded in harder and her head dropped back, overcome with the ecstasy of it all, dancing on that fine edge.<br/><br/>...And then he bit her. It wasn’t the nips he’d been giving, but a hard nip, one that had the smell of copper filling the air...and her body tumbling over that edge. His howl was met with a silent one of her own, too breathless to make a sound as she came and came hard. Over and over, wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, her muscles contracting and relaxing. It was then that she felt something...different. Something that she’d not noticed initially, but the burn was prevalent. A good burn. A wanted burn. A burn that she didn’t put together and wouldn’t right off, but it was one her mind focused on.<br/><br/>A finger trailed over his skin, eyes still half-lidded and heady as she traced over his shoulder, along his neck and to his jaw. The smile on her lips was one that spoke of just how deeply he’d satisfied that need, leading him in for yet another passionate kiss. Once it ended, she peppered kisses along his jaw and down his neck before nestling in and resting her head there.<br/><br/>For the moment, she was completely and utterly satisfied. Exhausted, and she felt like she’d not be able to walk properly, but oh so satisfied.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">When he could breathe again he slowly pulled out, careful to continue supporting her weight as he did so. For a brief moment he turned his back to her so that he could remove the condom, only to still in his actions as he looked down.<br/><br/>“No…” he whispered. He did not believe what he saw; it must have been a trick of the light and nothing more. However, when he removed it and looked at it more closely, he knew he was not mistaken and dread filled him as he looked back over his shoulder at Eilidh. <br/><br/>“Um…we may have an issue…” he said and held up the broken condom to show just exactly what he meant by an issue.</span><br/><br/>As he pulled out, aftershock waves of her end trembled through her, her feet touching the ground and her knees barely able to hold herself up. So, to compensate for that (and the legs that had gone numb during), she allowed herself to slide down the tree into a happy heap on the ground, stretching and relishing in that “freshly fucked glow” she’d heard so much about.<br/><br/>His whisper was heard but went unacknowledged by her, as she proceeded to fiddle with her hair and stretch some more, finally standing up and stretching out her legs. Adjusting her skirts, she glanced up to see the condom that’d broken, shrugging at it as she continued to adjust her skirt and take a few shaky steps in his direction.<br/><br/>“I don’t see an issue…” she replied to that, her voice thick with an already recurring need. “I see you standing there, looking like you could use a round two to get your mind off of that...whaddya say? Make it so I really<span style="font-style: italic">can’t</span>walk when we’re done?” Her fingers traced up his chest. “That<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>the sign that you’re doing it right, isn’t it?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Eidhin sighed and tried to ignore how easily she affected his body, “No. This could mean that you could get….pregnant…” he said still in a bit of shock. <br/><br/>“Eilidh, I love you and would like to start a family with you someday, but not now…we can’t take care of a baby properly right now. Especially, if the baby was born a werewolf,” he said with a soft sigh. The wolf in him wanted to mate, wanted to produce offspring. No matter the newest of her being a wolf, no matter the fact they lived in a cabin with no running water. None of that concerned the wolf and it troubled the man to no end. <br/><br/>“We are going to have to be more careful from now on…probably pick up a pregnancy test or something too…” he sighed and ran his hand through his hair though a glance at her made him grin. “How about we go and get a shower? Then curl up and watch a movie together?” Even if he was stressed to no end that did not change how he felt about her, which meant wanting to spend time with her.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Pregnant...eh, that’s what happens. “Wham, bam, thank you ma’am, here’s a kid for your trouble,” right?</span>she thought casually as she looked at him, took in what he said, but didn’t really hear it. No, what she<span style="font-style: italic">heard</span>were a pair of sexy lips moving and talking about wanting a family and loving her...something about a shower...and curling up together.<span style="font-style: italic">Curling up didn’t mean platonic curling up,</span>Eilidh reasoned to herself.<span style="font-style: italic">And a shower...I’ll need someone to help me wash my back…</span><br/><br/>But, there was something about his mood that had her frowning, rolling her eyes and walking away from him. “Fine,” was all she’d say on the matter. There was no “I love you” back, no “sure, honey, lets watch a movie”. No, there was an irritated Eilidh that just found out she could potentially get pregnant, be pregnant, and Eidhin was less than thrilled.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Fine. If he wants to “be careful”, then I’ll “be careful”...I’ll be so careful, the term “frigid bitch” should come easily to mind.</span>Eilidh wasn’t happy. Her wolf wasn’t happy. Neither were going to be happy as long as he was being a buzzkill and the fact he’d taken what she’d been craving, needing, and turned it into some terrible “we need to be careful” thing had her growing more and more pissed off by the minute.<span style="font-style: italic">Way to kill the moment.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The change was felt as sure as he could feel the change in the wind and it stirred up a few emotions in Eidhin, the main being anger. All he had been trying to do was make sure that the both of them could enjoy themselves without the worry of an unplanned for child. She acted like she was the only one to suffer during this time. Even though they had just finished, he was already hard again and would have gladly given her round two, three and four. Hell, even the shower he offered was not to be just a regular shower. He would have gone in there with her and tried to satisfy her even if he would have to wait for any true release. <br/><br/>With a grumble he followed after her, not a word being said the whole time. When they returned to the hotel room, he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “We getting the shower now or later?” he asked.</span><br/><br/>The walk was silent, and it allowed her to dwell, to think long and hard about what piece of Eidhin she truly wanted to have in that moment. Either what was long and hard...or the part of him that wouldn’t stop thinking. They’d<span style="font-style: italic">just</span>fucked, for the first time. Sure, it wasn’t romantic, but damn it, it’d been wonderful. What was it now? Now it was nothing but a ruined memory with his dumbass opening up his mouth and raining on her orgasmic parade.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wonderful.</span><br/><br/>So, when he got back to the room and pulled his shirt off, she openly admired it with begrudging eyes, choosing to sit on the bed and shrug. “You can shower now,” Eilidh replied. “I’ll shower after.”<span style="font-style: italic">Can’t be too careful,</span>she mouthed silently, grabbing up the remote and turning on the television.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">A growl under his breath and he went into the bathroom and closed the door. Water was turned on and he undressed though he lingered there for a moment and stood there. Then with a sigh he got into the shower and began to lather up, in his frustration and agitation he dropped the bar of soap, which went under his foot and caused to him to slip. <br/><br/>“Shit!” he exclaimed as he just barely caught himself.</span><br/><br/>The growl was smirked at, feeling justified in her actions as he went into the bathroom, door closing behind him. And, for a while there, she just sat on the bed, flipping through channels, nothing catching her attention while her mind thought about Eidhin in the other room, hot, wet, lathered up.<br/><br/>So, when he slipped and swore, she was instantly in the bathroom, hands reaching into the shower to try and steady him. “You didn’t hurt yourself did you?” she asked out of reflex, though she smelled no blood and saw no obvious injuries. “Are you okay?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The hands were welcomed and his own reached out for her, “Yeah…though I think I am done with this shower.” He said as he stepped out of the shower, hands still on her hips as he held her close. “Coming to my rescue, huh?” he asked in a soft voice as he shifted his body just a bit so that his was more against her own, his form large and imposing as he crowed more of her personal space. Well aware that he was naked and sporting a nice large, thick erection that brushed over her stomach.</span><br/><br/>His hands on her hips drew her attention, eyes dropping down to them before they inevitably shifted to the hot length pressed against her stomach as he shifted closer. “Well...someone’s got to...otherwise you’d...not be able to...function…” she replied, tone already turning breathless as her body started to revolt against her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No!</span>Eilidh scolded herself.<span style="font-style: italic">You’re angry at him! Ignore the muscles! Ignore him! Fight it!</span><br/><br/>“I think you...missed some of the...suds...” And with that, she pushed him back into the shower, turning the dial to ice cold in hopes that it’d cool him down and give her time to cool down simultaneously.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">There it was that bit of self-control wavering like so many candles in the wind. When she shoved him into the cold shower he reached out and grabbed her, which caused her to tumble into the shower with him. The moment he could get his footing he had her back against the wall, a hand spared to turn the water back to hot as he held her there against the wall. <br/><br/>“Now…maybe you should just strip and join me…” his hand ran along her body. “I mean what we did earlier was the best I have ever had and I would rather have a couple more rounds before the movie…” he leaned down to kiss and nibble on her neck as while he continued to hold her in place against the wall.</span><br/><br/>She should have expected it, the retaliation for shoving him into the cold water, but she didn’t. Instead, she was yanked in, fairly falling herself as a shriek was loosed at the sudden cold water against her, goosebumps forming and freezing. Worse still,he’d taken that moment to pin her against the wall, a hand running over her while the water turned back to hot and her mind started going blank.<br/><br/>Where was that anger? Where was her annoyance at him and his ability to ruin a moment?<br/><br/>...It was washing down that drain beneath their feet as he talked about just how good it’d been earlier. Why couldn’t he have said that beforehand? She wouldn’t have gotten so angry earlier had he just said that. As it was, her body was revolting against her, and the longer he kissed and nibbled down her neck, the less anger she felt, replaced with a need. A burning need that was making itself known as she squirmed beneath his touch.<br/><br/>Her hands acted of their own accord, sliding up and over his arms, up his back as her eyes drifted closed...but she couldn’t fully focus on what she felt. No, not yet. Part of her was still angry at how he’d handled it earlier. Heart skipping beats, she tried to focus on something other than his lips, other than his hand. “I thought you said...we need to be...careful…” she managed to breathe out, half-heartedly fighting against his touch and trying to remove herself from the shower. “This isn’t..." A moan loosed before the last of her sentence could get out. "...Being careful…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The moan spurned on his actions and he nipped her a little harder, his tongue quick to glide over the mark he had made earlier. <br/><br/>“We could try something else…” he whispered. “Something different,” he growled and nibbled on her ear. “I don’t think I can wait for the pills to get here, not after such an encounter. I will be dreaming about that for days to come,” he dragged his fangs along her neck. “Are you willing to try something else?”</span><br/><br/>A shiver traipsed up her spine as he nipped at her, as his tongue traced over that mark he’d made; a mark that still burned as brightly as if he’d only just made it. Those actions were making it hard to think, harder than it already was as he whispered and growled into her ear.<span style="font-style: italic">What else...was there?</span>she wondered, mind not thinking about the comment he’d made only earlier that day.<br/><br/>Another moan was loosed as her back arched and her eyes fluttered closed. “...A few days is...a long time to wait…” she admitted, voice breathless, barely above a whisper. “What...what did you...have in mind?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Now, he pressed more of his form against her body. The kisses and nibbles trailed up to her throat, her chin and lastly her lips for but a teasing pass before he moved on to her ear. One hand now boldly reached under her skirt to finger and stroke her clit. <br/><br/>“Do you remember what I said earlier?” he asked in a heated breath against her ear. “Where I could put it if you did not…behave?” he teased and nipped her ear.</span><br/><br/>Her body was revolting against her, responding far too easily to his touch, ready and raring for round two, three, four and five. Her hands were sliding over his slick form, pressing into him just as he pressed into her, head dropped back as he continued his barrage of kissing and nibbles...but when his hand reached down and stroked across her clit, she jumped, moaning loudly.<br/><br/>Even with his breath at her ear, his talk of her not behaving, it wasn’t registering. “So...you’re saying...I shouldn’t behave…?” she asked, biting hard into her lip. Then...it clicked in her mind, and her eyes were widening, pushing him back to get a good look at him, to gauge his expression. “...Have you...have you done<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>with...anyone else?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Eidhin smirked at her reaction and nodded, “One of the girls that I dated…requested it…” he shrugged.  “She seemed to like it,” he said as he took her hand and placed it on his hard length, while his fingers returned to their work on her clit. “It would be safe for us and we could both get some satisfaction…” he moaned against her ear before he kissed and nibbled on it once again.</span><br/><br/>Though there was a partial snarl that started at the mention of him with someone else, regardless of it being in the past, it was quelled with his hand dragging hers forward, putting it on his length. The feel of his skin burned into her palm, fingers wrapping around it as she jumped at the feel of his fingers working over her clit. If he kept it up, she’d end up getting off right there, but then there was the idea of trying this new idea he had...something that could lead to more satisfaction than just excessive grinding and rubbing.<br/><br/>Her hand started moving over his length, grip firm and steady as she started working it in time to his fingers touching her, tongue darting out over her lips as her eyes fluttered closed. “I...I suppose we could...try that…” she managed to pant out before using her other hand to reach up, grab hold of his chin and pull his lips to hers.<br/><br/>Whatever anger she’d had was long gone, replaced with that burning need that<span style="font-style: italic">needed</span>to be satisfied, and needed to be satisfied right then and there.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Eidhin growled and pushed her back against the wall, the hot water was long forgotten as it beat against his back. Now there was only her and the pleasure they were about to grant one another. As he was the alpha he took command of how this would play out. Sure, it was her need that had sparked his own need, but right now he was going to give her want she wanted at his own pace. <br/><br/>The kiss, he ended it and at her growl of annoyance he nipped her neck and growled. If she wanted him to take her, wanted him to possess her and claim her, then she would have to learn to be patient. He grabbed the front of her outfit and in just one motion he ripped it completely in two. Now, she would be at his mercy when it came to what he touched, what he tasted and what he enjoyed. Which, would start with the one area he has had the least amount of fun. <br/><br/>Arms pinned to the walls at her wrists, he leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth to suckle on hard. The, with it between his teeth, he flicked his tongue over and over again across the sensitive bit of flesh. Before he was done with it he nibbled on it and then moved to the other nipple to give it to same level of attention. Time was going to be taken this time, no swift moments, no rush to get to the end. He wanted to have her cumming, over and over again, before they even began to really fuck.</span><br/><br/>His growl was met with one of her own, back flush against the surprisingly cool tiles of the shower. That kiss was what she wanted, and he damn well had better give it to her, nip at her neck or not. His growl didn’t make her back down, but instead, try to lead him back to her lips again, only to find her dress ripped in two.<br/><br/>Did that matter? In that moment, no. In that moment, clothes were the last thing on her mind. What<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>on her mind, however, was his complete lack of fulfillment on what she wanted. He knew what she wanted, as she was insisting on it, so why the hell was he ignoring it? Why was he acting like he didn’t want to rush into this? To take her hard and fast like he had in the woods? What was there to draw out when she wanted what he’d given her earlier?<br/><br/>Even with the condom breaking taken into account, that’s what she wanted.<br/><br/>But, his movements were strong, fast, catching her wrists and pinning them to the wall behind her as he leaned over. A louder growl was given, trying to use her position on the wall to give herself leverage to push against his hold only to feel his mouth close around one of her nipples and that growl turned into a whimper. A whimper of need before tapering off into a snarl. “Damn it, Eidhin!” she growled at him, hips moving to try and touch his. “Why ar-!” Another whimper was given as he switched nipples, her entire body tingling and on fire, screaming at her for more than he was giving. “-re you taking your time?! Can’t you just take me already?!”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Eidhin growled and nipped her again, “Because. I will take you when <span style="font-style: italic">I</span> want to take you and not a moment sooner.” <br/><br/>Earlier the release he had been given definitely allowed him a cooler and far more collected head at the moment. Not to mention the fact that he wanted to make up for earlier, in all ways. It happened too fast and then the end result had killed the mood of the moment. Now, he had the chance and opportunity to give them both the pleasure they wanted/needed, while at the same time drawing it out so that hopefully, the end result would last longer.<br/><br/>With a grin, he released her arms for the moment so that he could grab up her legs and guide them to wrap about his waist. That done, he shifted just a bit which allowed his hot hard length to rest firmly against her clit, “Now…maybe if you beg for it I will see about giving you what you want…” he whispered at her ear. Then with a slow and careful motion he ground himself against her, just enough to give her the pleasure she wanted but not even close to the amount that she needed.</span><br/><br/>The nip cut her off and the tone with which he spoke silenced her for the immediate moment. It was commanding, confident, sure in what he said he wanted, and that was something that appealed greatly to her...even if it meant trying to come up with a modocome of patience, of which she didn’t possess. So, for the time being, she’d comply with what he said to see if he’d truly back up his words, if he were really as dominant as he were acting.<br/><br/>And dominance was sexy.<br/><br/>His grin was met with a heated look of curiosity, arms coming to wrap about his shoulders and upper back as her legs wrapped about his waist. Ankles locked, a jolt moving through her at the feel of the heat against her clit, her mind tried to adjust to it as her eyes fluttered closed. But he didn’t stop there, no. His hips ground into her at a slow, agonizing pace as her nails dug into his shoulder and her legs tried to pull him into her harder, faster.<br/><br/>Leaning forward just that touch more, her lips grazed against his ear. “What makes you think I’d beg?” she whispered back. “I could...just as easily...try and take what I want from you...as you would do me…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Really?" he asked with a sudden and rough grind against her. "Please do try...." he nipped her ear. "When I put you back in your place I will enjoy it all the more when I finally take you...on my terms...." he growled and began to roughly grind against her more.</span><br/><br/>She cried out then, as he suddenly shifted gears and ground hard, rough, her nails digging in deeper. Her hips, despite the force going against them, were still trying to grind back on his, to push the contact that one step further so that he wouldn’t be so inclined to fight what she wanted. What she needed, what they<span style="font-style: italic">both</span>needed.<br/><br/>So...when he gave her the go ahead to try...she tried.<br/><br/>Her hands pushed against his chest, trying to get the room she needed to reach between them. One arm went down, hand taking a firm hold of his length as she tried to shift it, to guide it where she wanted it. Her ankles had unlocked, her hold on him had loosened, and (with that one arm trying to keep that distance she’d sought to gain), she worked on guiding him exactly where she wanted...as fast as possible...without being stopped.<br/><br/>At least...that’s what she tried to do.<br/><br/>When that failed, as she thought it might, she tried to push him back harder, trying to work her hips up so that all it would take was one little slip and she’d “fall” on it...all the way to the hilt. There was a lot of squirming, a lot of growling, and a sharp nip at his neck. “Damn it! Let me have what I want!” she snarled, working against him harder, trying to get him where she wanted him...which, assuredly, wasn’t where he’d been thinking of putting it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The feel of her hand as she grabbed a firm hold of him made him moan and for a moment, his head did swim with the rush of endorphins and the shift in blood flow. Yet, he still remained firm in his plans and mind as he watched her struggle to get what she wanted. Once she voiced that frustration, he struck and did the simplest thing which was to just step back. Without her firm grip about his back, she fell/slid down the way to land below him. <br/><br/>For a moment he just cocked his head to the side as he regarded her from the view alongside his rock hard cock. <br/><br/>“My turn,” he smirked and reached down to pull her roughly to her feet. Before she could do more than just stand there, he spun her around so that her chest was pressed up against the cool tiles of the shower. “Now….beg…” he growled and slipped a hand around the front of her and began to finger her roughly. “Tell me what you want….beg for it…”</span><br/><br/>That sound of frustration turned into a full-fledged growl as he stepped back, her body sliding down the wall rather unceremoniously as he just stared at her, took in her reaction. His eyes were met with a glare, flashing in defiance even as he smirked at her, pulled her up and turned her around. Cool tiles met her chest, nipples turning into hard nubs against them as she tried to correct herself, but that correcting was met with an arm...and fingers…<br/><br/>...And suddenly her mind was far, far away. Her body was back into full revolt mode while she struggled to keep her wits about her, to keep fighting what he wanted, fighting his will to have her beg and submit. Trying to give herself some reprieve, she found herself standing on tip toe, trying to create the slightest change in his actions so he didn’t go so deep, so it didn’t feel so good...but it wasn’t working. In fact, one of her legs had automatically started to lift to make it feel better as her hips started to push back.<br/><br/>Instead, she tried to fight back again, a hand reaching around to grab hold of his length and stroke it in time to his probative fingers. “I...don’t...beg…” she panted out, the last word coming out as more of a growl.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He groaned and felt his knees grow weak for but a moment, before he chuckled in her ear and began to play almost exclusively with her clit. “You will beg for this…” he nipped at her neck and then her ear. “Or…” he adjusted his fingers. “You will suffer,” he grinned and arched his fingers to rub directly on her g-spot. She would be the one to give in before him; it was just a matter of time.</span><br/><br/>His chuckle was met with a growl of annoyance, her own knees going weak as her body rested more and more into the wall. She could hold out, right? It was only her clit. She could ignore that...maybe… Though it was growing harder to do so; Perhaps if she’d been sluttier and had all the experience he had, then she could hold out longer. As it was, the clit was bad enough...but he had to add in her g-spot and there was an outcry of his name, that tapered into a growl. “And...if I just...let myself...get off…?” Eilidh asked. “I...don’t...beg.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“I won’t give you enough to let you get off,” as if to demonstrate he slowed down his fingers and nipped her shoulder. “Submit to me and I will give you the pleasure you want….the pleasure you need…” he growled against her ear, kissing and licking it before he gave her g-spot a bit of attention.</span><br/><br/>Growling as he slowed his fingers, she started trying to work her hips to account for his sudden slowing, finding it completely unsatisfactory as he’d said. She had to admit...the idea of submitting, if only for the pleasure it’d bring, was one that she found extremely tempting. But she didn’t want to submit; Everything about it felt bad to her, the wolf baulking at the idea of submitting to someone, even if it was Eidhin. She shouldn’t<span style="font-style: italic">have</span>to, and that’s where she stood on it.<br/><br/>His actions were making it hard to think, though, her head fairly dropping back on his shoulder as a long, low moan was loosed, tumbling free of her lips. Just as quickly, though, another growl was given, shifting her head away from him and squirming under his touch. “I...don’t need to beg...to get off…” she panted out, practically climbing the walls to half-heartedly try and get away. “I can do it...myself...Or find someone who won’t...make me submit.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He growled and nipped her neck again, “Submit to me and I will fuck you so hard and so good. Your legs will go weak and you won’t be able to walk for days. Which is fine, because I plan on fucking you over….and over….and over again...” each <span style="font-style: italic">over</span> was punctuated with direct attention to her clit and g-spot at the same time. “Who do you belong to? Whose cock do you want?”</span><br/><br/>Another growl and she was about to retort, but each word was punctuated by a feeling she couldn’t describe. It was like perfectly timed fireworks, radiating from her core and going outward with every word. Her nails scraped at the tile beneath her touch, back arching and hips pressing into him. It was close, on the tip of her tongue, but she wouldn’t say it. Not yet.<br/><br/>“I…” was all she managed, before another growl cut her off. “No!”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He decided to tease her, just a bit with what she wanted. His hand left the wall to adjust his cock and began to press into where he planned to put it. “Don’t you want this?” he asked, his breath hot on her ear and neck as he groaned in his own pleasure from the sensation of her tight ass and how it squeezed the head of his cock. “Want me to fuck you….good and hard…” he pulled out and then pushed just a bit more back in. “Say that you belong to me and I will give you what you want….what you need...” he nipped her neck and pulled back out. <br/><br/>All she had to do was submit to him, to give herself to him and she would get just what she wanted.</span><br/><br/>It felt...different. Not a bad different, though; definitely a good different when it came to what she was and wasn’t getting in that moment. His breath on her ear had her distracted, and the groan of pleasure was met with a moan of her own, clawing down the wall as her knees grew weak.<span style="font-style: italic">Is it really so bad to submit?</span>she asked herself, feeling the wolf slowly swaying in his direction. Where she was so adamant before, the notion of saying she belonged to him wasn’t so bad anymore. Was she fully convinced? Not completely. Was Eilidh able to hold out anymore, though?<br/><br/>Nope.<br/><br/>“I…” There was another pause, as a groan cut off her words, the feel of him pulling back out undesired. “...I belong to you,” she groaned out, hazarding a look at him from over her shoulder, eyes filled with that need he’d been toying with since she’d stepped into the bathroom.. “Please…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He growled in pleasure and pushed back into her slowly, “Mine…” he whispered to her. “You…are…mine…” he said as he finally hilted. “And I’m yours,” he whispered back to her. Slowly he pulled out, and then slowly he pushed back in a deep groan spilled from his lips each time he moved within her. This was the pace he set and kept until he felt her want more and asked for more.</span><br/><br/>Different. Definitely different.<br/><br/>The feel of him pushing in where she’d never before considered attempting such intimacy, where she’d always been taught it was a sin...felt different. Unlike their earlier encounter, this felt somehow tighter, likely due to the mental part of it as she prepared for the entire length of him, feeling his hips pressing into her ass. Her breath had hitched, her muscles had tightened and her body tried to acclimate to what it now felt inside of her, but then he was moving, pulling back out at a (thankfully) slow pace.<br/><br/>On some level, it hurt, her muscles working to adjust, but then on another level...that pain only added to the pleasure of it all. Perhaps it was due to the forbidden aspect that the religion had taught her, or perhaps it was just that it was Eidhin. Where it’d taken a few moments for his words to register, for him to whisper that she was his, and he hers, that made everything suddenly more enjoyable. Her hips started to push back into him, albeit still slightly hesitant, but definitely becoming more comfortable. Each time he hilted into her, she’d push back just that bit more until she’d fully acclimated. There was no longer pain, or discomfort.<br/><br/>Now? Now she wanted more.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">There was hesitation in her actions and he waited for her to get accustomed. This was not something that was the “norm” and he also was raised to think it was a sin, though he had never really cared too much about that when it came to trying to please someone he was in a relationship with. In the natural bond and connection that they felt he began to pick up the pace; still slow out, but then harder and faster back in. Hands that were once firmly planted on the wall, moved to grip her hips instead. With each thrust into her, he pulled her back into him to add to the force and depth. <br/><br/>At some point he leaned forward the drag his fangs along her neck, his breath hot against her ear as he moaned a mixture of her name a guttural/primal sounds of pleasure. As the time continued to move on so did the volume. Louder he became as if to drown out the sound of their flesh as it pounded together. So tight she was and he could hardly get enough of her. Now, that the tension had finally gone and she submitted to him, he wanted to give her all that she wanted and more. <br/><br/>Over and over he pounded into her. Over and over again, he claimed her body with his own. They were a pack now and he was her Alpha, her lover….her mate. She needed him to please her and he was going to do just that.</span><br/><br/>If someone had asked her a mere two months earlier, she wouldn’t have thought she’d be here. No, she’d have thought she would still be doing regular tours around the mountain side with tourists or townies. She’d still have been under her father’s thumb and waiting for Eidhin to resurface so that she could see him face to face. She’d have been happy to hear from him, from her “brother”, but anxious to see him in person.<br/><br/>If someone had asked her two months earlier if she thought she’d be a Faoladh and in such an intimate position with the person she thought was her brother for twenty-three years? ...She’d have thought them crazy.<br/><br/>But, here she was, in the heat of the moment with Eidhin, calling his name louder and louder as her moans and cries turned into sounds that lacked any sort of coherent meaning. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of their bodies colliding over and over, the sound of their cries growing louder and louder until a banging on the wall caught her attention. Did she care that someone else could hear them? Not in the slightest. Let them hear what they were doing, let it be known who Eidhin belonged to. Let it be known that, if they so much as<span style="font-style: italic">considered</span>coming into their room...she’d tear them apart.<br/><br/>Over and over, he pounded into her, and deeper and deeper did the realization hit her that he was her Alpha. The idea that her wolf once snarled at was now the most appealing one there was. He was her alpha and her mate, a term that Eilidh herself still wasn’t connecting but the wolf was thrilled with. And, as that realization hit, her pleasure was skyrocketing, the feel of a release shimmering on the horizon. Did she have to ask before she came? There was still something she needed, though, and she wasn’t sure what.<br/><br/>Those growls of need and want were growing louder and louder until the banging on their wall was no longer heard, too overwhelmed by the sounds they were making, as the first glimmer of a wave of release hit her, glancing over at him with half-lidded eyes, her hands gripping tighter to the wall as her knees began to give way. “I-” Eilidh started to say when another carnal moan tore free of her lips. “I’m...gon-”<br/><br/>And then it hit. There was no time to ask, no anything that she could have done to slow it down. She reached that climax and it hit her hard, resulting in a primal scream that dwindled into nothing as the orgasm continued to wash over her. Wave after wave, her body convulsed as all the air left her lungs, as her heart threatened to pound out of her chest, as her legs gave way.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The pounding at the wall went ignored for the most part; he may stalk over there later to put them into their place. However, for the moment there was just he and Eilidh, no one else in the world mattered at all. He knew she was close, could tell as sure as he could tell everything else about her. The moaning had gotten louder, her breathing heavier. He knew she was going to cum, knew she wanted to ask for permission to do so.<br/><br/>As a way of granting that permission he bit at her shoulder and slammed particularly hard into her. When she came every muscle in her body tightened, which included her ass and it was that extra bit of tightness that sent him over the edge. With every wave that hit her, hit him as well. Each orgasm hit him and he felt himself cum over and over again into her. <br/><br/>By the time her’s tapered off, his own finally subsided as well, which left him supporting himself on the wall so as to not crush her with his larger frame.<br/><br/>Gently, he nuzzled the side of her neck, then peppered it with kisses before he whispered into her ear, “I love you….”</span><br/><br/>As she felt him filling her, it spurned her release to continue, eyes squeezed shut and nails scratching down the tile until it subsided. His weight was supported on the wall, and her own was supported by the full of her body collapsed into it, knees and legs having come together and hit the wall, too, keeping her from falling over with him at her back. The kisses caused shivers up and down her spine, skin extremely sensitive which had that shiver sending aftershocks of an orgasm rattling her to her core.<br/><br/>Surprising to her, though, she felt completely and utterly satisfied. Where she’d been chomping at the bit, wanting to jump everyone’s bones and try to satisfy some sexual itch she had...now it was gone. She was tired, weak in the best possible way, and happy that she could now think… While some of those thoughts were still of him and the things she’d eventually want to do with him, to him, she could think more clearly; A welcomed relief.<br/><br/>But what hit her most? The whispered words. A tired, satisfied smile pulled at her lips as she turned to look at him, nuzzling him back as her hands slid up the wall, starting the process of supporting herself as best as possible. “I love you, too…” came her own breathless whisper, pressing a kiss into the side of his head before allowing her head to rest against the tile.<br/><br/>“...I don’t think...we showered much, though…” she added with a laugh coating her words. “Well...maybe you did...I think the wall got...cleaner than I did…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The words she whispered back made his chest tight with unspoken emotion that prompted him to kiss and nibble along her neck. He did not think he could ever be more content than he was right now, “Yeah…” he laughed and started to straighten up a bit more. “I think my back is the cleanest it has ever been,” he joked back. A few more kisses were given before he slowly extracted himself. Though he was prepared to catch her and scoop her up, “I think though that the shower can wait, don’t you?” he asked though he did not wait for her to answer before his lips fell onto her own in a kiss filled with love and happiness. <br/><br/>When the kiss ended, he carried her back out into the room and laid her on the bed, “I think we could both do with some sleep.” He crawled into bed beside her quick to slip his arm about her and hold her close to his body.</span><br/><br/>As he straightened, she started to sway, and as he started to pull out, more cries were given, her body needing a break from it all, needing stillness, not movement. But the kisses were met with a broader smile, her knees giving way met with his strong arms lifting her before she could fall. And the kiss that followed left her all the more breathless, grateful that he held her as that would have been the last she could handle before melting to the floor at his feet.<br/><br/>Even after that kiss ended, she peppered kisses along his jaw, his cheeks, his neck, arms tiredly holding on. Wont to release him, she reluctantly relinquished hold of his neck so that she could cover up with the blankets, nestling into his arm and resting comfortably against him. “Lots of sleep…” she replied, the hint of a yawn at the end of her words. Her arm rested atop his before lifting his hand to press a kiss into its palm.<br/><br/>“Remind me...when we wake up...to rent the room for longer…?”