[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]

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?

[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.