(the engine hums loud, the passing of what few people or sign posts around is a big enough blur. a quiet residential area, somewhere that likely didn't expect someone speeding along in a foreign car. driving fast, fast enough that anyone sane would have had her pull over, yet neither side is bending. she drives, she glides along empty roads with a relative ease. her hand trapped, her mind torn between pulling over somewhere out of sight enough from the view of others. the only reason she hadn't is that nowhere good has come up (not yet) that wouldn't let them be seen. wouldn't let them be heard unless someone was that willing to try, her body feels that heat in it, and it's only winding up further.
it's a steady pace, a steady speed, her fingers brush along her inner thighs from as far as she's slowed to do. the heat she can scent from there, the way it stirs those cravings too well. she can tell she's mocking, tell she's admiring it, and the way that cellinia's voice has its own heat in that icy tone. that heat is strong, craving. how that snarl of teeth is there, she's debating on it. what she wants and what she needs. that she wants to stop this car, bunch up that skirt on her uniform to not let it be too obvious what they did. maybe even force herself to remove it so she didn't tear it off in impatience from how much hunger is thrumming in her.
she knows she's losing it, they wouldn't be able to satisfy themselves fully if she did it while driving. that she couldn't take that chance to "eat" the way they're both after from her ravenous appetite. that's only growing at this moment, they're ignoring the danger. the danger that's there. the danger that's also picking up further. her hand is brought so close to that heat, where she wants to touch her at more. where she feels her mouth watering as the scent hits her again.)
....they're not that hard to get into. (her shorts as she lets out a barely restrained growl from the teasing, the way she doesn't hold it back from that touch. the brush of her fingers along her chest, down her abs, and back up again after playing with the button on them.) For a hand like yours, it'd slip in nice and easy, won't it? Tug them down just as easily.
(she caught it, that way she licks her lips. amber eyes darker than ever while looking at her briefly, she's imagining it. her shorts tugged down, the car pulled over as mai gets a meal of her own between a wolves legs. the danger is picking up. the more she flirts with it, the more she causes it to grow too interested in her for their own good.
but it doesn't change it, doesn't change she's looking out for somewhere to park at. doesn't change how she's not regretting this, her precious cargo comment causes those calloused fingers to give mai's thigh a nice squeeze. that hand isn't moving from where it's held at, she caught the message. they'll touch when they're both at the breaking point. when they're both unable to keep themselves restrained as much from their imagination. how she's even doing idle strokes along her inner thigh, the run of her fingers along it like another tease. of what she wants to do the minute that she can touch her.
the moment that her hand can reach those panties, her wetness, how she might even lick it off her fingers for her when her own wolfish tongue wets her lips at the thought of her meal. the meal she's being kept patient for. that she's hungering and desiring most in how she eyes mai.)
You're lucky, I don't like hurting precious cargo.
(she can give her that, she wouldn't forget her. she'd even might wind up wanting more against her better judgment. coming to see her when she shouldn't, cellinia rolling up whenever at a single text to take her somewhere that isn't what the wolf had thought to be a stuffy old school with too much going on. the way she was often stared at by many there was annoying, how they thought she was a beast. just like the way she gets stared at by her countrymen.
but that isn't on her mind, what's on her mind now is that comment about her being a "puppy" again. how she's growling at it. that excitement, the danger in her teeth bared for what would be their time together when she pulls this car over. whenever she can, could. she does think there is a spot not too far from there, somewhere quiet. out of sight enough she can pause and move that seat mai is in back.)
I wouldn't be good at my job if I did damage anything precious, ragazza, even with me wanting to pull over and move that seat back. Me wanting to kiss you hard, hungering....
(hot, heavy, breathless. that's not going to leave her mind while she maintains her focus somewhat for their sakes. best not to let them get into an accident, the sooner she finds that spot would be the sooner that she didn't have to be tortured as much.
not in how she likes it, she likes it too much. she wants it to the point she might even stop at any time and go "fuck it" about who may or may not see.)
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2025-02-27 10:02 pm (UTC)it's a steady pace, a steady speed, her fingers brush along her inner thighs from as far as she's slowed to do. the heat she can scent from there, the way it stirs those cravings too well. she can tell she's mocking, tell she's admiring it, and the way that cellinia's voice has its own heat in that icy tone. that heat is strong, craving. how that snarl of teeth is there, she's debating on it. what she wants and what she needs. that she wants to stop this car, bunch up that skirt on her uniform to not let it be too obvious what they did. maybe even force herself to remove it so she didn't tear it off in impatience from how much hunger is thrumming in her.
she knows she's losing it, they wouldn't be able to satisfy themselves fully if she did it while driving. that she couldn't take that chance to "eat" the way they're both after from her ravenous appetite. that's only growing at this moment, they're ignoring the danger. the danger that's there. the danger that's also picking up further. her hand is brought so close to that heat, where she wants to touch her at more. where she feels her mouth watering as the scent hits her again.)
....they're not that hard to get into. (her shorts as she lets out a barely restrained growl from the teasing, the way she doesn't hold it back from that touch. the brush of her fingers along her chest, down her abs, and back up again after playing with the button on them.) For a hand like yours, it'd slip in nice and easy, won't it? Tug them down just as easily.
(she caught it, that way she licks her lips. amber eyes darker than ever while looking at her briefly, she's imagining it. her shorts tugged down, the car pulled over as mai gets a meal of her own between a wolves legs. the danger is picking up. the more she flirts with it, the more she causes it to grow too interested in her for their own good.
but it doesn't change it, doesn't change she's looking out for somewhere to park at. doesn't change how she's not regretting this, her precious cargo comment causes those calloused fingers to give mai's thigh a nice squeeze. that hand isn't moving from where it's held at, she caught the message. they'll touch when they're both at the breaking point. when they're both unable to keep themselves restrained as much from their imagination. how she's even doing idle strokes along her inner thigh, the run of her fingers along it like another tease. of what she wants to do the minute that she can touch her.
the moment that her hand can reach those panties, her wetness, how she might even lick it off her fingers for her when her own wolfish tongue wets her lips at the thought of her meal. the meal she's being kept patient for. that she's hungering and desiring most in how she eyes mai.)
You're lucky, I don't like hurting precious cargo.
(she can give her that, she wouldn't forget her. she'd even might wind up wanting more against her better judgment. coming to see her when she shouldn't, cellinia rolling up whenever at a single text to take her somewhere that isn't what the wolf had thought to be a stuffy old school with too much going on. the way she was often stared at by many there was annoying, how they thought she was a beast. just like the way she gets stared at by her countrymen.
but that isn't on her mind, what's on her mind now is that comment about her being a "puppy" again. how she's growling at it. that excitement, the danger in her teeth bared for what would be their time together when she pulls this car over. whenever she can, could. she does think there is a spot not too far from there, somewhere quiet. out of sight enough she can pause and move that seat mai is in back.)
I wouldn't be good at my job if I did damage anything precious, ragazza, even with me wanting to pull over and move that seat back. Me wanting to kiss you hard, hungering....
(hot, heavy, breathless. that's not going to leave her mind while she maintains her focus somewhat for their sakes. best not to let them get into an accident, the sooner she finds that spot would be the sooner that she didn't have to be tortured as much.
not in how she likes it, she likes it too much. she wants it to the point she might even stop at any time and go "fuck it" about who may or may not see.)