<span style="color: #FF0000"> Colt grinned and handed her the shirt, “Nice of you to notice how large my ego is.” A wink followed suit, another kiss stolen before he walked off to try on the shirt she had held up to him. Small victories like these were the ones that made his day, the way she relented to what he wanted and how he managed to con her into sticking around despite the looks he knew they still received. It was like he made her step out of her comfort zone and into a more, relaxed state a m,ore fun state. <br/><br/>New shirt on, he walked out of the dressing room to show her. <br/><br/>“What do you think?”</span><br/><br/>His comment earned him another eyeroll, holding back a grumble as he winked and stole a kiss, leaving her to peruse the clothes as he tried on the shirt. Where she wasn’t inclined to try and weasel her way into that dressing room, she was just fine to look around and see if anything else caught her eye. As it happened, another button-up shirt and a tie stuck out at her, so she grabbed them, walking back to the dressing room as he came out to show her the shirt.<br/><br/>“…Definitely not bad…” Tempest replied, nodding, reaching out to hand over the new additions. There was a breath released, averting her eyes for her own sanity. She could have said it was more than “not bad”, but it was implied in her view.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> The look did not go unnoticed and for her benefit he removed the shirt he currently wore to hand over to her right then and there. “Here then you hold on to this and I will try these on,” no kiss this time as he left, though there may have been a flex or two of his back muscles as he walked away. Inside the dressing room he slipped on the shirt and the tie, which he tied with no effort and once again left to seek her opinion. <br/><br/>“What do you think?”</span><br/><br/>As he stripped, a few other people glanced over in their direction and she felt a sudden pang of something. Was it annoyance? Was it…jealousy, that they were looking at him? No…more than likely embarrassment that he was continuing to push her buttons simply because he could. The shirt was taken and, this time, she stayed there and waited, glancing at her phone to pass the time.<br/><br/>When he came back out, she was pretty proud of herself, finding him a shirt that fit and a tie that looked good to match. “…I quite like that. We should get these. Do you want to look at a few more shirts, or are you good with these two for now?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “Do you plan on ripping any of them off of me?” he asked with a grin, even as he undid the tie and then the buttons of the shirt. “I think we can look at pants next, ego accommodating ones of course,” another wink given as he handed her the shirts to hold while he retrieved his shirt from the dressing room. It had just been pulled over his head when he returned to her, a smile given to the women who had stopped to look over at him. <br/><br/>“Are you enjoying this whole dressing me up thing?”</span><br/><br/>“I could pop your ego if that’d make it easier to fit,” she grumbled, taking hold of the shirt and the tie. Of course, as he was coming out, a few women stopped to stare, and he just<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to smile back. There was the not-jealousy flaring up. Why couldn’t he have gotten dressed in the dressing room? That’s what it was there for. Did he have to come out and flaunt his body so people could gawk at him?<br/><br/>His question was almost missed, as she’d started to walk away to look at pants for him. If he wanted to look at the girls, then sure, by all means.<span style="font-style: italic">Look at them. Flex for them. Get them drooling all over you.</span>“How about these?” she asked, without even looking back at him, handing them back as she continued to look over a few other pairs to give herself something else to focus on.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> Colt frowned, her body language shifted and now he felt like he had done something wrong without meaning to. <br/><br/>“If you popped my ego, I think we would both suffer from that one,” he remarked in an offhanded fashion as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked in probably the lowest tone he had yet to do that day.</span><br/><br/>She heard him reply, but she didn’t say anything directly, continuing to look at pants even as his arms came around her. But his question, it had her shaking her head in a boldfaced lie. A terrible lie, but a lie nonetheless. “No, I’m just intent on finding you some pants that’ll actually fit you,” came her reply, looking back at him from over her shoulder with what she hoped was a convincing enough smile.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “Tempest,” he started and nuzzled up against her neck as well as plant a few kisses. “Please…tell me what I did…you know I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you, but I want to know what I did so that I don’t hurt you again…” <br/><br/>The last relationship Colt had even attempted to be in was back when being a Hippy was a thing and that had been a time for free love and no labels. This was likely why that relationship had ended, if only because his more possessive side did not enjoy the fact that MoonFlower had let the whole peace van run a train on her while he had gone off hunting; something else they did not really care for.<br/><br/>Either way, he was aware he was an old dog who needed to learn some new tricks or with Tempest he was more than willing to take a couple of classes to ensure her happiness.</span><br/><br/>She wasn’t warming up to his kisses, nor his nuzzling. It was her own fault so it wasn’t as though she could be upset at him for doing what he had because she hadn’t put a label on them. He’d brought up claiming at the pet store and she’d skirted it; it was too soon to even attempt to be in a relationship… But, then she got jealous and it made it hard to even function. She went from not caring to suddenly minding other people looking at him, and him smiling back as though it were completely normal to do that while out looking at furniture with someone, or just after you’d nearly tried to start something in a dressing room. Perfectly normal.<br/><br/>“It’s nothing you did,” was what she replied. “I’m not hurt…I promise. I’m just being a girl; we’re known to have our moments when we least expect it.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“I would hope that you were a girl,” he joked lightly and continued the kisses. “I’ve never been one to swing that way, even if there had been offers,” a soft chuckle left his lips at a memory though he became serious the next instant as he rubbed his hands down along her thighs. “You know that you are the only one that I want…right?” he whispered against her ear. “Came out shirtless for your benefit, you know…to make the women around us jealous because while they may look now. You get to look whenever you want…and…”<br/><br/>His grip returned to her hips which he used to turn her around to face him now, “Touch…” That familiar predatory gleam came to his eyes as he took hold of her hands and used them to push up his shirt so that they rested on his bare chest. <br/><br/>“Feel that?” he asked, a smile played across his lip as he observed her face. “My heart, it beats…no…it races for you and only you. So, no matter what please do remember that.”</span><br/><br/>The joking he tried only got a half-hearted laugh that never really left her lips, instead just dissolving into a sigh as she continued pointlessly shuffling through the pants without really looking at them. At this point, her eyes had stopped focusing, the entire world becoming a mass of nothing, a blended blur of blues and bright lights.<br/><br/>As his hands moved down her thighs, she felt herself responding despite her current demeanor, which irked her. This was merely prompted because of her reaction, so it didn’t feel the same to her, and yet her body decided it liked what it felt. From the way his hands felt on her thighs to how his breath felt as it tickled her ear, the entirety of her became attuned to him, her attention shifting.<span style="font-style: italic">Why would coming out make the women around jealous? All it did wa-</span><br/><br/>Thought cutting off, he’d turned her around, her eyes wide and lips parted as she met his gaze. Her head went light, her heart skipping a beat as he put her hand on his chest, her fingers splaying out as her gaze lowered, staring at her hand on his chest as though she could see the heartbeat he spoke of.<br/><br/>“I…don’t see how coming out…and smiling at them while they ogled…would make them jealous, but I’ll…” There was a sigh, her already-low voice dropping off for a moment. “…I’ll keep that in mind. I’m sorry.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> "Take a look at them now...while you are like this with me," he whispered to her and lowered his head down just enough so that he could kiss and nibble on her neck. The women who had looked him over when he came out now stared with envy in their eyes at the way he focused completely on her. They wanted him and he wanted nothing to do with them.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why would I want to look back at them? So that my own jealousy sparks?</span>she thought, eyes fluttering for a moment as his lips and teeth connected with her neck. But, though she didn’t want to, she snuck a peek and felt instantly vindicated. They were glaring daggers, whispering amongst themselves as he stayed intent on her neck. A smirk grew on her lips the longer she watched them, not even realizing she’d lingered for so long as their glares grew more hostile, moving off to go look at something while, inevitably, keeping Colt in their line of sight.<br/><br/>“…Do you…always set out to get that sort of reaction from women? Making them jealous?” she tried to joke, careful to right her face so she didn’t look nearly as pleased with herself as she leaned back to properly look at him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> His fangs dragged along her flesh for a moment longer before he stopped, “I set out to make it known who I’m with and make those who even think of starting something to feel like shit. It’s the possessive nature in me,” he admitted without hesitation. “Men don’t usually need such a display, but women I like to put on a show for because they will gossip about it for days on end. Letting it eat them up inside that you have something they obviously want but can never, ever have…” the last of his words were punctuated by a kiss that would have likely made the women even less pleased. Though he cared nothing for that, all he wanted was for Tempest to feel how he felt about her and take comfort in that. <br/><br/>To love a wolf was not easy. He was cranky at times, aggressive at others and will always have a need to run and be free. However, he would always come back and would be even more excited to see you than the last time he left you.<br/><br/>“Ready to shop for my ego?” he whispered once the kiss ended though he still lingered close so his words barely had to be said. “I’m sure you can help me pick a pair that gives me enough room to be comfortable, right?”</span><br/><br/>There were shivers that tripped up her spine as his teeth dragged along her neck, but she didn’t say anything about it, instead listening to what he had to say. The normal rules of dating and relationships didn’t really apply when it came to this. She’d been with a vampire who wasn’t honest with her and ended up being…well…an ass, was how she viewed it. Then, with Colt, he was a werewolf who had possessive tendencies and liked doing such displays, displays that normally would have set her cheeks aflame and moving to get out of whatever spotlight had appeared.<br/><br/>But he was honest, more honest than what she’d had with her last relationship. And, if acting in that way was what he needed…it wouldn’t be so bad in the long run if it helped curb her jealousy, right?<br/><br/>The kiss they shared wiped her train of thought clear and left her with a speeding heart and weak knees, her arms wrapping about his shoulders as their audience was momentarily forgotten. It was outside of her comfort zone to be so forward and public with things but she was trying it. Secretly, she even found it thrilling, especially with the jealous audience at their back watching from afar; if looks could kill, she was almost certain she’d have died right then for even being<span style="font-style: italic">close</span>to him, let alone sharing a kiss with him.<br/><br/>“I suppose…though, I’m not sure how much good I’ll be picking things out…Men’s sizes are weird,” she whispered back before, lightly, pushing him back to give herself a chance to breathe. “What sort of pants are you lacking in? Do you want jeans? Slacks? Something else entirely?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> The fact that she felt vindicated made Colt feel better about the situation, the other bitches were put into their places and he was there with her and that was all that mattered to him. <br/><br/>An arm slipped about her shoulder to hug her close to his form while they walked, toward the pants section. “Well, I have a lot of jeans, though they probably need to be replaced given how I sometimes get a bit….rough with them….,” he winked. “But, what do you think? Some slacks would be good too, huh?”</span><br/><br/>Nestled into the crook of his arm, she was completely at peace with the fact that the jealous bitches were just that, jealous bitches. He’d not gone over to them and done the display; he’d done it with her. He’d been all over<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>. It made her feel better, though she still refused to believe she was jealous…even if that thought was in the back of her mind, waiting for proper contemplation.<br/><br/>“You should probably get some slacks, too,” she replied, ignoring his remark about how rough he could get. “Where you’ve got more jeans than anything, you need something that you can wear to dress up, or down, depending on the case. Just to have that option.” Slipping out of his arm, she went to the first pair of slacks she saw, a pair of black that could have been easily worn with a blazer and button-up shirt, or with a t-shirt and should he so desire. “What about these?” she asked, holding them up for him to further appreciate.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “Planning on taking me out and showing me off?” he asked with a grin and waggle of his brows though he did look over the pair she held up, while his hands slipped into the front pockets of his current jeans. <br/><br/>“Hmmm…those look like they could work. Want me to try them on?” the grin returned along with a wink that he was sure would cause an eyeroll at the very least. This whole “shopping” thing, while he had wanted more to do in the dressing room, was not really that bad. It was…well normal, something that was hard to come by when you tripled in size, sprouted fur and howled at the moon every time you were pissed off.  This felt like what it would be if they were just a normal couple and for some reason he appreciated it more because of it.</span><br/><br/>“Well, maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. What’s it to ya?” she asked back, with a waggle of her own brows before returning her attention to the pants. “If you try them on, we could actually see how they fit…I’m not good at the men sizes, as you go by waist and inseam, whereas women’s sizes are just…one number.” Finding the tag, she held it out for him to read. “Does that look about right to you?”<br/><br/>She felt oddly domestic with Colt while shopping. Though she could have gone shopping with Athan, it wouldn’t have been the same. There’d never have been a question of casual versus dressy, of any wear and tear on the clothing because everything he wore was made for him and fit to the letter. With Colt, things were more laid back…so much so that her accent was out without even thinking about it because she felt more comfortable with him.<br/><br/>It was little things like that that she noticed as they walked, continuing to shop as her fingers grazed over the many pairs of pants she looked at while he humored her and tried them on. In fact…while he was in the dressing room, she slipped in with a grin. “Now, let’ see you model these for me, hmm?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “Is it wrong that I want to use the words “Too lazy”, when it comes  to actually make the effort to try these pants on?” he asked her with an arched brow while he took the pants and held them up to his body. “The number on the tag looks right and I’m pretty sure these will fit me though,” he said with a nod as if to confirm it further whilst he tossed the pants over his shoulder very cave man like. “Alright. Next pick.”</span><br/><br/>“Why so lazy?” she asked, raising a brow at him before walking a few steps ahead of him. “I mean…if you’re too lazy to try them on, and model them for me, then I guess you’re too lazy for…other things, too, right?” There was a glance back over her shoulder, but it was a quick glance, a mischievous glance that then toyed with being let down, a sigh falling from her lips. “Ah well…I guess we should just go home, then, if you’re feeling so lazy…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “I was hoping for you to pinch my ass…” he frowned and sighed as if defeated. “Well, at least my ass is not fat. I mean hard as a rock and sexy as hell, yes, but not fat,” he gave her a quick peck on the lips. “Have you picked anything else out for me?” he asked with his fists on his hips, as he stood in the “classic” superhero pose.</span><br/><br/>“The ass pinching comes later,” she replied with a laugh, taking the pair of pants she had and fairly shoving him back into the dressing room, locking the door behind her and making herself comfortable against the door. “Alright, try those on, and you may as well try on the shirt and tie I had you try on earlier…just to make sure the outfit I picked out works in its entirety.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> "I love it when you get all bossy and demanding,” he playfully growled at her and waggled his brows. Pants were slowly removed, his face worked to look as innocent as possible, a task in and of itself. Back to her, he removed his shirt a glance given from across his shoulder before he bit on his bottom lip. The pants that he was given were then just as slowly pulled on, though he turned back to face her before he finished pulling them up all the way. The button slowly done up, though the tie he left to just drape around his neck. <br/><br/>“You should help me with this,” is all he said as he stood there looking her over. There was doubt that they would do much in here, save for him trying on the clothes and her critiquing him, but there was that small hope that more may happen. Not to sound like a caveman stuck in the past, but he was male after all and from what they had started earlier there was the desire and hope to finish it before they made it back home.</span><br/><br/>Colt couldn’t pull off innocent if his life depended on it. He was too confident, too assured, too primal in his eyes even when he was playful; it was a quality that never quite left, which had her fighting off the urge to laugh at his attempt as he slowly, painstakingly, removed his shirt, followed by his pants. Then, as he pulled on the shirt and slowly buttoned it up, she had to resist the urge not to reach out and force the job to be done faster. The longer it took, the less her patience became.<br/><br/>Thankfully, it was soon over, the tie hanging about his neck as he looked her over and she held her own mental war. If she went over, she’d have to be careful. There were hormones, needs, in full swing and she could end up doing the very thing she was trying to get him to wait on. Then again, it could be simple and fun to tie his tie and draw out the closeness without the relief of a touch.<br/><br/>Stepping forward, her hands embraced the silken tie, slowly working one side over the other, about and around until it went up and over, tucked neatly into the knot created. Then, pushing the knot up, she pulled the collar down over it and let her hands slide down his shoulders, lingering on his hands for a moment before dropping them completely and stepping back. “Turn around for me? I need to appreciate the full package.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> The wolf wanted her, wanted to share in the delight of her flesh as it moved beneath his own, wanted to taste her and please her. <br/><br/>The man wanted the same, but knew it was not meant to be given how she had resisted them before. Even now, as she stepped into his space, her hands on his body as her scent filled his nose there was the barest ability to resist that need. To halt himself and the wolf from doing what they wanted to do. That measure of control was certainly strained but he had said he would wait and so he would, even if it made the pants just a bit uncomfortable for him right now. <br/><br/>As requested he turned around for her, his eyes glanced back to her from across his shoulders for a moment before he turned back to face her once again. <br/><br/>“Well? Do you like?”</span><br/><br/>A finger traced down the spine of his back, the others splayed out to feel over the muscle that lurked just beneath the thin fabric, continuing their trail to the waistline of his pants as he moved and shifted to face her. Stepping into him, leaning into him, her hands sliding up his torso and working up to his shoulders, standing a bit higher on tiptoe as she stared into his eyes before her gaze dropped to his lips. Just a little closer and her lips were barely caressing his when she spoke.<br/><br/>“I do…very much so,” she breathed, pausing as though she was going to kiss him, only to back off. “We’ll go with that outfit then, it’s decided. I’ll see you out there in a moment?”<br/><br/>Then, the door was unlocked, and she was out of his dressing room, off to go peruse the other racks while she waited.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> There were something in life that were not fair…<br/><br/>What she just did to him was one of them and Colt was left with a bewildered and frustrated, but no more smitten with the female as she left him alone to change back into his other clothing. It took some time, but once he was done he returned to her with nothing but a smile on his face. <br/><br/>“Ok, so do we need anything else?”</span><br/><br/>When he finally returned with that smile on his face, she was feeling a little let down he wasn’t more properly showing his frustration, but it was no matter. It’d happen eventually, he’d break. So, as he wandered over, she bent over to look at one of the lower shelves of a display that she’d normally crouch at…but, for him, she bent over at the waist.<br/><br/>“Hmm…I’m not sure if we<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>anything else, but this pair of pants would look good on you, too?” she said, slowly rolling up with a new pair of jeans for him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> <span style="font-style: italic">Evil</span><br/><br/>That is what this woman was and Colt wondered just what he had done to deserve such frustration. However, he was not one to be out done in this game and so he just nodded and smiled.<br/><br/>“Anything else you want me to try out while I’m in there?”</span><br/><br/>“Hmm…” Wandering away from him, she looked at a few more silk ties, twisting them about her hands while imagining the<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>uses they could be for. “I think just a few more ties and we don’t really<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>anything else. Can you think of anything?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> <span style="font-style: italic">I can certainly think of something that we need, but that has nothing to do with clothes. Well…those ties could be used for something.</span><br/><br/>He thought as he let his tongue slide along his suddenly dried lips, “I can’t think of anything else. Are you going to come in for the modeling again?”</span><br/><br/>“Of course! I need to properly inspect my purchases, don’t I?” she asked, taking hold of his hand and walking him toward the fitting rooms, letting him step in ahead of her. “Alright, strip.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> He grinned and did as she instructed, though he made it a point to take his time and ensure that he was as close to her as possible without it being overly suspicious. As the shirt was pulled over his head, he turned his back to her and made sure to flex his back. A look over his shoulder at her he slowly removed the jeans he currently wore next before he turned back to face her.<br/><br/>“You sure those will fit?”</span><br/><br/>As he stripped, she found her heart’s beating picking up in tempo, and her lip being constantly nibbled on without care. His muscles flexing, the way his eyes looked at her before he turned around and her eyes glanced down.<br/><br/>“Only one way to find out…” she replied to that, eyebrow lifting as a cocky sort of grin took hold of her lips. “Can’t properly model without trying on the attire…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “You have a point there,” he said as he slipped on the jeans and pulled them up, though he paused with them just about his thighs. “They seem to be stuck,” is all he said then stepped into her space some more, his gaze on her own filled with a hunger and desire that could only be satisfied with one thing. <br/><br/>“Wanna help me out…”</span><br/><br/>As they got “stuck” her eyes dropped to them. There was a certain…urge that she had, wanting to throw caution to the wind. She was already being far more brazen than usual where this was the men’s dressing room and not nearly as policed, but…<br/><br/>Her fingers hooked into the waistline of his pants, and started working them up over his thighs, fingers skimming over his skin as she did so, working it up and over his ass before allowing her fingertips to skin the waist to the front, a finger ever-so-slightly slipping down his length before her touch was gone entirely.<br/><br/>“You can help yourself from here, right?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “I may need a more hands on approach? I mean your hands are smaller and able to fit into tighter places…you know where it is hard to reach,” he said as he stood there.</span><br/><br/>“It may be too tight a fit to put even my small hands in there…” she replied. “But I’ll…try.”<br/><br/>Her hand slid over him, fingers gripping it lightly as she hooked a finger into his pants and pulling them out a touch, tucking him in as gingerly as possible, lingering on him for the span of a few heartbeats before her touch left him again.<br/><br/>“…What about now?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> "Still does not feel right," he said as he leaned forward, his arm on either side of her as he effectively cornered her. "Try to...adjust now that I am...stretched out a bit more..." his breath was hot against her ear as he whispered to her.</span><br/><br/>As he leaned forward, one hand on either side of her, she kept her gaze on his. This was a dangerous game they were playing, one she was determined to win, to leave him hanging and begging for more when they got<span style="font-style: italic">home</span>…not here. So, he’d get her hands on him, but nothing even remotely close to what he wanted. That was his endgame.<br/><br/>Her hand reached into his pants once again, holding him and adjusting him, lightly stroking him through the cloth barrier that separated his length from her skin, “adjusting him” as his breath washed over her ear…before her hands released him again, fiddling with the door’s knob. “Surely you’re feeling…better now…” she responded, clearing her throat to get her voice under control and sounding less breathless. “So step back and let me look.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> A low growl like noise left his lips as he "accidentally" brushed his lips lightly along her ear. "Still feels a little...cramped....I think I need a bit more adjustment, please..."</span><br/><br/>His accident was anything but, and she was well aware of that fact, turning her head away from him to give herself a break. “Sorry…I think that just means the pants are too small…I’ll happy go get you a larger pair, though, if you’re having…so much trouble.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> "I think it is more of an issue, of....growth..." he said pushed up from the door to remove the pants slowly. "Anything else you want me to try on for you?"</span><br/><br/>“…You could try<span style="font-style: italic">me</span>on later…but for now, no, nothing,” she replied with a look in her eyes that promised things later, a promise she was intent on fulfilling. And with that, she attempted to leave the dressing room for a second time, ready to start making their way to their next destination.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> A part of him felt as if he had indeed one this little exhange, at least to some degree. That promise would indeed be fulfilled and he looked forward to later. <br/><br/>Intent on trying out this new dating thing, Athan called Tempest up to see what she was up to and if she wanted to hang out.</span><br/><br/>As her phone rang, waiting for Colt to come out of the dressing room, she answered without thinking much about it, the name not even connecting right off as she perused the racks of button up shirts. “Hello?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “Hey,” he said with genuine pleasure in his voice at the sound of her voice. “How are you today?”</span><br/><br/>Athan. Athan was calling. The one other person she was…involved with. Was she involved? Or wasn’t she? She wasn’t even sure anymore. “I’m good,” she replied, her voice genuine, and happy. As much as she’d had such an issue with him…there was still that part of her who’d been unable to let go when he asked for a second chance. “Yourself?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “Could be better, which was why I decided to give you a call,” he said with a smile. “Thought I might steal you away for some fun, if you were free for it that is?”</span><br/><br/>She could hear the smile in his voice and felt suddenly guilty that she’d not even thought about it. They’d spoken of giving second chances…and she was spending all this time with Colt and none with Athan trying to see if it could be made to work again. A glance back at the dressing rooms, and she responded back. “When and what did you have in mind?”