thebower | Peeping Tomcat

[ She leaned in to give him a kiss, more soft and affectionate than particularly sensual. ]

And now you look like you ate a whole bunch of canaries. Now here's what I'd like to know, since I can't shred furniture with my bare hands, what am I supposed to do if someone starts throwing challenges my way?

Edited (wanted a better hook, and also correct words I'm sorry) 2020-07-30 19:00 (UTC)

[His nose brushed against hers, eyes closing as he breathed in her scent, hands leaving his on her as he kept touching her. The question, however, had him pulling his head back to look up at her, perplexed.]

As in... from jealous female shifters?

[Truthfully, the thought hadn't occurred to him. He hadn't had any emotional bonds with anyone who'd be inclined to throw challenges of any kind. But he supposed it was a good question; or perhaps having to deal with a jealous party to one of her... suitors.]

They wouldn't dare. We don't attack humans- well, most of us don't. If some such silly female decides to throw a challenge your way, you can offer a champion or lay claim to being under someone's protection. I'd likely claim that honor.

[ Deciding to help him out with the "touching her" business, Cassandra tugged her shirt off and threw it to the side. ]

Alright, I won't worry about that, then.

[That evened things up a bit, and he smiled as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat.]

I could get you a shirt made. "Property of-"

[ The fact that he was good at making her laugh really was one of her favourite things about Lucas.

It felt right, being in his arms, laughing at his joke while his lips sent a nice tingle along her skin. She didn't need to take a break to know it would suck to go back to being without it. ]

Don't you dare.

A tattoo? Little cat pawprints on specifically tasty parts.

[He liked that she could easily slip into the mood with him, to relax, to enjoy each other's company the best they could. And it was more fun to let offenses slide off than to dig into them.]

What parts?

[ They'd talked it out, apologised, started to make some sort of plan for how they wanted things to go. That was enough digging for the moment, in Cassandra's opinion. ]

That spot right on the curve of your throat I like to nibble on. Over one of these very lovely breasts. Along the inside of your hip and thigh. Little paw prints all over that claim you as mine.

[He flicked his tongue over the edge of her collarbone again, grinning.]

And a bunch of hand prints all over you?

[ She shifted her hips a bit to press more firmly against him, a way to tell him without words that she very much enjoyed that tongue of his. ]

I think I'd prefer kiss-prints.

[Oh, that was a pleasant move, his hand gliding down to cup her ass as he tipped his head up to nip at the edge of her jaw. It seemed they were about done with the discussion part of the evening.]

[ Well, what better way to get his scent back where it belonged, right?

She playfully gave him feathery little kisses on his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his forehead, even his eyelids. ]

Like that?

[He smiled under the flutter of her kisses over his face, chasing after her lips with his to steal a full-fledged kiss.]

It's a good start. Shall we take this to the bedroom? Or would you prefer that I stake my claim right here on the table?

I'm not sure the table could take it.

[ Said with barely contained laughter in her voice before she got off his lap with some reluctance.

She took one of his hands to pull him along to her bedroom, not because he needed to be shown the way, but because she wanted to keep touching him. ]

[He got up and let her lead him into her bedroom, stalking behind her with a rising sort of intent that was making his eyes glimmer. This would be a mating, and that was... something else. Something more than the casual flings of two interested parties coming together.]

Possibly not. But, darling, if we're moving forward with this, you realize that means that I'll be around more, mm?

[ She turned around to smile at him, even though there was also a bit of a nervous flutter in her stomach. She felt good about this, but there was still a certain weight to it that she had never quite experienced before. ]

I want you to be.

You're quite sure of that?

[His hand came up to trail along the nape of her neck, tugging at a stray lock of hair.]

Because once you agree, I may show up in strange places.

[ She put her hands on his chest, thumbs idly stroking his skin. ]

Such as?

Your shower when you're occupied. Outside of work to escort you home. Perhaps while you're shopping so I might offer suggestions. Or in bed with you in the middle of the night. Only if you're comfortable with that.

[It could be considered stalking behavior, and he recognized that. From a human, it would be. From a feline shifter- or any shifter really, it was just par for the course. He was a dominant personality, even if he could and would submit to her, but she would be his. Checking in on her, surprising her, amusing her was his right. Or would be, if they were to make this a thing.]

[ Cassandra didn't move away from him, and her hands stayed right where they were, still comfortably resting on his skin to enjoy the contact.

But she did give what he said a long moment of thought, because it was necessary. He wanted to make sure that she was aware of what she was getting into, so the least she could do in return was give it serious consideration.

How would she feel about someone feeling that entitled to her time, her space and her attention?

Eventually she leaned in to very deliberately place a soft kiss on his neck. ]

I trust you.

[ She would grant him the right to show up, because she didn't think he would ever violate her right to tell him to leave. ]

[Maybe if she didn't work with the types she did, she'd have a harder time understanding it. There was that moment where he had to wonder if she was going to say no. She had the right to. It was a lot for a human to have to adjust to. But she had the right of it. If she needed space, he'd do his best to give it to her. If he crawled into bed and she wanted privacy or some alone time, he could find his way to the couch. They'd have to adjust for each other, if they wanted to try to make it work. He didn't expect her to be the only one that compromised, but the specifics of it was going to have to be on a case by case basis.

For now, he'd compromise by not asking her to hold on while he went out and hunted down the jackal before crawling into bed with her. If she'd been a shifter, he would have and she would have probably allowed it. Ah, compromises.]

I'll have to do my best not to sully it.

What about you? Are you sure?

[ It was sounding like he would be getting himself all sorts of tangled up in her life if they moved forward from this point. Her life could be pretty damn complicated sometimes, maybe he didn't want to share too much in that. ]

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