Donovan's keen eyes moved about the room, making sure that all was clear, that nothing had been tampered with since their last visit here, which hadn't been terribly long ago. As such, any little thing out of place or amiss would have caught his attention, but everything seemed alright. Only then did he begin to relax.<br/><br/>"Ok, I think we're-...."<br/><br/>The only warning he had was a faint growl - not a tiny, high-pitched one like the little dog that they brought along would make, but a deeper one... like one of the full-sized humanoids would make. He spun quickly, his hand reaching for the handle of one of his blades. Donovan had expected treachery at -some- point, but he was still somewhat surprised. He wasn't able to get his blade out from his scabbard, though, before the dark elf plowed into him.<br/><br/>The impact and impetus pushed him back, bowled him over to land on his back with a muffled, awkward crash. Sae'Ka straddled his hips, her legs tight against either side to better hold him in place. Her hand shot up to his throat, gripping tightly as her face lowered down to pause just inches from his own. Her amber eyes bored into his, and for a brief moment he was sure he'd feel the surge of magic anytime now. She likely thought her weapon would be useless against his powers, which likely explained why she had tossed it away.<br/><br/>Donovan summoned what little power he had to strengthen his neck - just in case. But when he felt the subtle grind of her crotch against his own, he blinked for a moment - realization slowly settling in...<br/><br/>Her lips slammed against his, causing him to grunt as she herself nearly -snarled-. He felt her teeth graze his lips, her tongue demanding that his mouth obey her - and for the moment, it did. His lips parted, his teeth - her tongue pouring forth, seeking his own as if his were some hated foe she sought to subjugate. It was lewd, wet, sloppy, and entirely primal. He wondered briefly if it was -wrong- to *like* this...<br/><br/><em>"...drow women consider barbecued dick a delicacy back in the under dark. Don’t let her stay near your naughty hottie bits for too long with her teeth.”</em><br/><br/>Donovan finally registered that Dean was speaking to him, at first his shadow's words sounded as if they were coming from far away, but those last words definitely made it through the fog of his own rising desire, and suddenly he roughly pulled away from the drow's kiss as his head whipped to the side, staring over at Dean with wide eyes.<br/><br/>"WHAT??!?!?" Donovan blurted out, the shock on his face obvious and unhidden.<br/><br/>"AHHH fuck!" he growled as Sae'Ka - not having given him -permission- to break the kiss - grabbed a fist full of his hair at the back of his head and pulled, twisting his head back so that his face looked up at her - at which point her lips slammed back against his.<br/><br/>Donovan's hands reached out to either side of him, reaching for-... well, he didn't know. He only knew that the drow was stoking the flames of his own -need- with each subtle grind against him, and each moment that their kiss deepened. He moved his hands up, elbows bent, as if to slide his hands between them and gently push her away. Instead, he only ended up inadvertently groping her breasts.<br/><br/>"Mmmmpphhhh," he murmured against her lips - an unintelligible apology lost in the kiss. But finding his hands there on her firm body, his struggles and panic ebbed away, his hands sliding around to her back, pulling her body hard against his own. He gave in wholly to her kiss, now, and moved his hands to her back - one sliding up into her hair to grab a fistful of it, while the other slid downward toward her rump, fingertips curling to claw roughly against her small of her back.<br/><br/>The idea that he was being watched by Dean - and a dog - blurred through his mind for a moment. It was unsettling - but not disturbing enough to force him to stop. Besides, at the moment... he had the distinct impression that he wasn't entirely in control....