thebower | Peeping Tomcat

[She wasn't a shifter, but she was female, and he might not be human, but he was a male, and sometimes... that was all the similarities needed. She smelled good and, he was right, she tasted sweeter. He felt her arms go around his neck, felt the press of her body closer, and he used the arm around her to lift her up, his other hand sliding down to her side, fingers digging into her thigh as he held her and urged her to wrap around him.

He could carry her easily enough on his own, but he wanted her to be a willing participant in her seduction, after all.]

[ It felt ever so slightly like having stumbled into a cheesy erotic novel, but not in a bad way at all.

Still, it made her let out a breathless little laugh against his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his hips, the lightness of that amusement mixing with her mounting arousal to something almost intoxicating. She was giddy with it already, greedily kissing him again with a soft little moan. ]

[Sex, when done right, should be fun. It could be serious, or needy, or plenty of things, but it should also be fun. He smiled when she laughed, flicking his tongue against her nose before he hefted her all the way up.]

Shall we take this to the bed? Unless you've a sudden yen for christening any of your furniture.

[ Being hefted resulted in a not super dignified little squeak from Cassandra, and she laughed again, nodding. ]

Bed sounds good.

Good.

[Cats also had a sometimes annoyingly accurate sense of direction, and between his knowledge of where her room was from the outside of her house and the inside of it that he could see and scent, he made his way unerringly to her room, nibbling on her neck all the while.]

[ Cass wasn't about to complain about not having to give directions right now. It felt much better to just close her eyes and expose as much of her neck as she could to Lucas' attentions.

As soon as they were in the bedroom, however, she let her legs drop from around him so that she could stand on her own two feet. Not because she wanted to get out of his embrace, but because she really needed to get him out of his shirt. ]

[He was very good at reading scents and body language- not so much with minds. But since her scent didn't diminish in that siren call that had him dipping down to nip gently at her lower lip, he didn't step away. If she wanted him to move, she'd tell him.]

If you get complaints from your neighbors, it's not my fault.

Oh, you'd better believe I'll blame you.

[ Said teasingly as she tugged his shirt upward. ]

And this needs to come off.

Does it? And what about yours?

[He let her skim his shirt upward, reaching up behind his head to pull it off overtop to drop on the floor. Lucas, like all felines, was very proud. But as he was one of the shifters that took care of himself so that it wasn't just good genes but good living that gave him his physique, he felt inclined to be allowed to preen once in a while.

He reached down to pluck at one of her buttons.]

Fair play...

[ Cassandra certainly wouldn't deny him a bit of preening. Damn, the man looked good.

She allowed herself to run her hands over his chest before doing anything about her shirt, leaning in to place a line of kisses along his collarbone.

She wasn't even close to having as athletic a body as him, but if that had been an issue she was assuming they wouldn't be in her bedroom right now. Not bothering with the buttons she simply pulled the shirt over her head, and to make things enfirely fair she let her bra join it on the floor only a moment after. ]

[The petting was welcomed, as was her open appreciation. If he had a tail, it'd be twining around her leg. But without it, he watched her remove her own shirt and bra, then let his own appreciation light his eyes. They may have also glinted a little gold for a moment as his other nature slid in to say hi. Mating was always something that brought his other side closer, and it was a blessing that she knew enough that he didn't have to think through every move. He'd still be careful, of course- she was fragile in her humanity. But she knew what he was and hadn't gone running.

He drew a line down her chest from the dip in her collar bone to her navel, hand coming back up to cup her breast.]

Oh, to bed with you, love. I find you've whetted my appetite.

[ She hooked a finger into one of his belt loops and tugged him along the last couple of steps to her bed.

She wasn't worried about his other self as she laid down on the soft sheets, welcoming all that he was into it with her. ]

Prove it.

[He'd try to let a little of that other side out- might not be able to help it if she pushed the right buttons, but he'd only let so much go. Still, the tug to the bed had him smiling, licking his lips as he looked down at the firm bulge warping the line of his jeans.

He reached out and hooked a finger in her leggings.]

Let's get rid of these. I want to see you naked. I haven't been so crass as to peep that much.

[ She certainly intended to find as many of his buttons as she could, because she wanted him to want her. ]

I didn't doubt that.

[ Even if they didn't know one another all that well yet, she felt certain that he was a good man.

She wriggled out of her leggings and underwear, the soft, rounded lines of her frame at last entirely exposed to him. ]

[Oh, no, Cassandra. He was a very wicked man. But he had his own moral code he adhered to. Nudity was quite fine by him. He was a shifter, after all. But he'd been among humans long enough to know that it was an issue for them. Particularly between genders. So he'd been careful because he preferred not to lie.

She slithered out of her clothes and he spent a moment just looking at her. She was... feminine. Smooth, curved, soft, and a very lovely shade of soft brown that he found himself touching. Sliding a hand up along the outside of her thigh, his golden gaze met hers.]

Worth the wait.

[ She wondered how long that wait had been. When had he decided that he wanted this?

She felt powerful under his stare, even as his touch turned her breath shallow and shivery, and she smiled . ]

You bet I am.

[He'd been interested from the moment he'd seen her, but that had been just the physical reaction of seeing an attractive woman. As he'd gotten to know her, it had only intrigued him more, and it had been why he'd changed his route of patrolling his territory to include passing by her house.

His hands moved to the outside of her thighs, and he had a very real desire to yank her in against him, but he was still half dressed. With a sigh, he patted her hip, then moved off the bed to toe off his boots, unzipping his fly- carefully.]

I hope you have nothing planned this evening.

[ Propping herself up on her elbows she watched him undress, pressing her thighs together to alleviate some of the ache that settled between them when her gaze lingered on that bulge in his jeans. ]

Nope, I'm all yours.

[She would quickly learn when he pulled his jeans down over his thighs that Lucas generally liked to go commando. All the better to get naked. There was that feral, male glint in his eyes as he shoved them down, kicking them off before he started to kneel back on the bed.]

Not yet you aren't. But I plan to fix that.

[ She bit her bottom lip at the sight of him, a kaleidoscope of fantasies flashing through her mind as she wondered just what "fixing that" might end up meaning. ]

Good.

[He dipped down as he crawled, head dropping down below his shoulders as he nosed up along her knee, tongue flicking out against the upper side of her thigh.]

I'm expecting it to be.

[He smiled as he gave the top of her thigh a gentle nibble, those yellow eyes never leaving her face.]

[ It sent the most delicious tingles all over her body when he did that, and needing to touch him she reached down to run her fingers through his hair again as her legs parted for him.

The cluster of curls there was already visibly damp, practically begging for his attention. ]

[Her anticipation was palpable, as was the taste of her arousal on the air as he licked up the inside of her thigh.]

Is there something in particular you'd like, mm?

[Even naked and aching, he couldn't quite leave off the teasing.]

[ The price one pays for getting in bed with a cat.

Cassandra let her head fall back on the mattress with a somewhat pained groan that turned into a laugh, and tugged at his hair in mild punishment. ]

I'd like you to use that mouth for something other than being smug.

I could sing.

[And because he was who he was, he added:]

For my supper...

[He grinned, leaning in to flick his tongue against her, humming as he did.]

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