Word Count :: 413 Also slight PP, will change if you want. And sorry bout the crappy shortness here.
He had so expected her to lash out at him with her dagger like claws that when she did push him down he tensed. But instead of pain there was just her slight weight upon him and he looked up at her with a peculiar expression. What was she doing? Instinctively he grabbed the arm attached to the hand that was so strongly placed on his chest, to make sure she would not use it to apply pressure and rip out his heart if such a thing was even possible. He was sure she could feel it there, under her milky palm, beating strongly but at an increased pace. Suddenly though, and much to his surprise, her face changed to show a smile rather than a snarl and she leaned over him so closely that he could feel her hot breath on his face. She asked then if he was trying to seduce her, Yes. He said simply.
Hissing like a snake she put down his silly compliment, saying that it was action that she believed in, not pretty words. So he had played the game right then, at least to a point now where he could move forward instead of tiptoe before the dragon trying not to get burned. Quickly, he wrapped a large hand around the small of her back, her body seeming so slight to him now that he touched it in a way not befitting battle. He pulled her down upon him, so her chest met his, cinnamon and dusk fur mingling. He snarled then, though a smile was in the snarl, and it was not one of anger but one of desire, I will give you actions then! He said throatily, his voice no longer harboring any hint of the softness he had displayed a moment ago.
The rumble began in his chest again, like a wild-cat’s purr, as his hands moved to traverse the soft yet well-muscled curves of her back. The fur here was like the most expensive silk, luxurious and just begging to be caressed, though he was sure there were other parts of her that were more suited for caressing. He then chanced a taste at her, his rough tongue darting out to try and lick her collar bone. The fire had already begun to build in his loins, despite her not having even done anything in return. To think that perhaps she might soon be writhing against him set his whole body aflame.
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