[ She can tell him the tale one day, at least. Stories of wolves or foxes and hunters are not uncommon, but he won't have heard of one involving a wolf in a bonnet.
Too bad he's not the type to arrive as the wolf dressed like grandmother.
He tears more of her outfit, enough to pull the lacy mesh off her shoulder. As her hands slide under his shirt, he shrugs off his leather jacket, letting it drop to the floor. He sheds his tail after just to get it out of the way and kicks the whole thing aside. ]
I might. [ He slides his leg between hers. His thumb presses to her lower lip. She's so rarely painted in all dark colours except on these occasions, and he likes seeing it. ] Might do that, anyway.
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Too bad he's not the type to arrive as the wolf dressed like grandmother.
He tears more of her outfit, enough to pull the lacy mesh off her shoulder. As her hands slide under his shirt, he shrugs off his leather jacket, letting it drop to the floor. He sheds his tail after just to get it out of the way and kicks the whole thing aside. ]
I might. [ He slides his leg between hers. His thumb presses to her lower lip. She's so rarely painted in all dark colours except on these occasions, and he likes seeing it. ] Might do that, anyway.