<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>'Nesii<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Astir<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Alpha House<br/><strong>When:</strong>Nightfall<br/><hr/><br/>She could sense him. 'Nesii could feel him moving through the hut, smell his scent moving toward her, all but feel his eyes on her, a Hunter chasing down it's prey...and she delighted in the feeling! Not the feeling of being prey so much, but that he wanted to put in the effort to catch her, that he found her worthy of hunting...that he hadn't taken the out she'd given him. She could have made the Hunt harder for him but she wanted to be caught and so she let herself be separated from the main body of the party, let him catch her and pull her body back in against his own.<br/><br/>The feel of him against her back made her shudder as skin met skin. She didn't need his voice or scent to know it was him. Years of sparring and teasing made his touch as distinctive to her as if he were actually a part of her. She knew<em>him</em>and because it was him, her body simply relaxed into him, the grip at her hips making them roll gently, teasing and promising him with more than just that initial grip. The combination of his palm gripping her breast, the fingers tweaking one tight nipple while his teeth sank in at the back of he neck, however, drew a much sharper reaction. A low cry filled her throat, a sound of pleasure and eagerness and one that she didn't bother trying to hide from any of the rest of the Pack in the room. Everyone there would know she'd been caught and she didn't care in the least.<br/><br/>What did surprise her was the admission that came from him while his lips pressed against her shoulder. Words she'd never expected to hear from him, words she'd never thought he'd say to anyone actually. Turning in his arms she placed her hand under his chin, forcing his gaze to her own while her lips curled into a small smile, eyes blazing with the same need that the small movements of her body telegraphed to him so clearly, "It's too crowded in here...your place or mine?"