[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.

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[tiltingwithlips]

There's a stumble or two, but they make it to the bed more or less upright. When Kate bumps into the bed, she takes Harry by the shoulders and turns them around to push him back.

[valiantrebel]

He'll fall willingly enough -- but the thing about Kate still wearing most of her dress is that he has no compunction grabbing it and taking her with him.

[tiltingwithlips]

She growls again as he pulls her down, landing with her hands on either side of his shoulders.

[valiantrebel]

A fine position for him to take her face between his hands and kiss her again.

With teeth. And some low noises of his own.

[tiltingwithlips]

It seems like she had a plan a moment ago, that probably involved somehow getting this damnable dress off, but it has quite flown her mind. Who could focus on such things when there's the scent of him in her nose and the sound of his heart pounding in her ears and the taste of him on her lips?

[valiantrebel]

Harry's ardor is no less fierce and no less poetic at heart. Yet at the moment he's confronting some somewhat more earthbound problems. If he maneuvers his hand so... and reaches there... is that the lacing at her back?

He tugs experimentally. (Oh heaven, the strong lines of her spine beneath the cloth.)

[tiltingwithlips]

She steals another kiss, then sits up, straddling his hips.

"Wilt lend me thy aid?"

[valiantrebel]

He sits up himself. "Wilt let me be quick about it, else I be driven to distraction?"

Ah, this is easier. If he wraps both arms around her... and busies himself with the crook of her neck in the meantime...

There. 'Tis loosed.

[tiltingwithlips]

Meanwhile, she returns the favor of kissing her way up his neck.

Sighing happily, she starts pulling the dress off.

[valiantrebel]

The excellent thing about dresses is that, while they can be unwieldy, they yield up their treasure all at once when they are off. The tugging is still ungainly, and they must separate a little, to be sure, but if they must, they must, and to conclude, Harry may as well shuck his pants while they're at it.

[tiltingwithlips]

And there. With plenty of bare skin on all sides, Kate more or less pounces on her husband for a kiss.

[valiantrebel]

His lady wife is not the only one who's led on by hunger. When he breaks away, he shifts himself behind her. Her hair is up, and her neck is exposed. He nips behind her ear, one hand at her collarbone, the other kneading her breast.

[tiltingwithlips]

The whine that escapes her throat is not very dignified, but very pleased. She arches her back, pressing into his hands.

Her own hand comes down to grip his leg, and her thumb strokes the inside of his thigh.

[valiantrebel]

For that, she'll get an encouraging noise, but more than that, he curls closer against her, planting a path of kisses across the full line of her shoulders.

One hand moves onto her own inner thigh, splayed fingers pressing just hard enough.

[tiltingwithlips]

Groaning, she spreads her legs and leans back, presses her nose into his hair and inhales deeply.

[valiantrebel]

The hand at her thigh moves between her legs, but it's her clavicle where he teases her, stroking at the hollow there and her outstretched throat.

[tiltingwithlips]

"Harry," she growls, "we must be quick."

Being a tease is mean!

[valiantrebel]

He grins. "Must we?" Low in his throat, so she can feel it: "'Tis our house, love, and not theirs."

He'll tease between her legs too, if that's what this is about.

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate snarls, reaches up to tangle her hand in his hair, and pulls his mouth to hers.

[valiantrebel]

Teasing over. He kisses back with force, and with teeth -- and he maneuvers himself in front of her, to push her down to the messy sheets.

[tiltingwithlips]

With one hand still twisted in his hair, she grins up at him and reaches between his legs to wrap her other hand around him and repay him for that teasing.

[valiantrebel]

"Villainess!" He groans, trapped (and hardly fighting it), and rolls under her hand.

[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?