[Werewolf AU. WE DO WHAT WE WANT.]

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate Percy is having a bad day.

Tonight's the night of the full moon, and usually she spends the day in her room before slipping out to the heath at moonrise. Usually. But today, the Percys are playing host to a neighboring baron, and Kate has had to spend the day seeing to the guests. The baroness has called for every luxury possible since she arrived, and the baron smells of disdain whenever he speaks to Kate, and Kate is ravenous.

If she can make it a few more hours -- just long enough to make sure the cook has dinner well in hand -- she'll be able to shrug it all off and go out in the moonlight.

Hopefully she won't lose her head and bite the baron, in the meantime.

Comments

[tiltingwithlips]

Laughing, she stops his mouth with a kiss. Bite. Something like that.

[valiantrebel]

"How now?" He presses a finger to her lips, a dare. ""Seek'st thou to turn me?"

[tiltingwithlips]

She snaps for his finger, because really, how could she not?

[valiantrebel]

He jerks away, but only just, his mouth crooked. "What fiend have I welcomed into my bed?" he rumbles, and pushes against her hand again.

[tiltingwithlips]

She tightens her grip, grinning, and hooks one long leg over his hip.

"A fiend who looks to find her match in thee." She purses her lips in a sad moue. "If not a warm welcome."

[valiantrebel]

"A very fiend," he mumbles, halfway to another messy kiss, and all the way into relieving her hand of its welcoming duties and finding a finer warmth elsewhere.

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate sighs as he enters her, and wraps her arms around her neck, her legs around his waist.

"Ah, there!" she whimpers. "No sweeter welcome."

[valiantrebel]

"Oh, but Kate." He begins to rock, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Hark you, now, we must be quick about it."

[tiltingwithlips]

She groans, and gasps, and pulls him close.

"Then be quick, love."

They can do slow sweet love-making some other time.

[valiantrebel]

They will save "gentle" for another time too. She will heal, and he will relish the bruises.

The headboard begins to pound against the wall

[tiltingwithlips]

Laughing low and breathless, Kate presses a kiss to his neck.