<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/p0XHlTW.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 28th, 2017 - afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Men's Dorm Rooms - Room 220<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>a different kind of WTF?!?<br/><br/>He did catch her. First as a defensive response but then.... as something else completely. Libby wrapped her arms and legs around his bare torso and pulled close to him. Troy ... faltered. His senses were in overdrive in this form - letting his lion spirit out to mix with his human mind. In a way this was his most powerful form. And now this woman, whose sent was like flowers and home, had pressed herself firmly against him. It didn't help that his emotions and his adrenaline were in overdrive - causing every hurried breathe to fill his nose with her smell and pheromones. It made his eyes grow heavy and his vision spin. She paused an inch in front of his face and then bit at her plump bottom lip. Oh, to do the same thing to that swollen bit of flesh. His still human-like paws moved to grip at her lower back, holding her up and holding her against him.<br/><br/>He opened his mouth, perhaps not intentionally showing her his teeth which were still human but not included eye teeth that looked like fangs. Troy moved a breath's distance closer but stopped before kissing her. A tilt of his head down and he dragged the tip of his nose from her throat up, up along her jaw and to her cheek. Meanwhile his hands pressed up the fabric of her dress to her shoulders. Although his paws were dangerously strong and his claws very sharp he dragged the tip of his fingers along her skin every so lightly.<br/><br/>When his paws came to the backs of her hands he moved swiftly - crossing the distance between the door and the bed in two large steps. He pressed her back down between him and the sheets so that she lay sideways as he loomed over her, feet still on the floor. His hands moved hers out and above her head - fingers holding her wrists against the soft comforter.<br/><br/>Troy's eyes were still that deep yellow but his voice wasn't angry any more, just perhaps... confused (with a heavy lace of arousal). "Libby..." That was the first time he had said her name out-loud with purpose. He practically purred it. "What is this? What happened - you hit me like I hurt you. Why?" She was so breath-takingly perfect laying like that. Her hair fanned her face like a crown. Even in the dress he could see the outline of her breasts as gravity made them shift up and out of her bra. The way he leaned over her accentuated just how short her skirt was - allowing him a view of her long, long legs and what was above them. His pants strained against the front of his pelvis, already so tight from his change, and it was easy for her to see and feel how much he wanted her as he pressed down between her legs.