For Niro! 300+ words.

The creamy Dahlian had made the trek to the coast near her uncle's pack with care, hoping she could keep her distance. Lolita did not want to chance seeing her uncle now, but she was a glutton for punishment and wanted to risk going nearby. She would not trespass, of course, but she wanted to see if she could get close without him knowing. She did not mind the idea of someone else from his pack finding her. In fact, she had prepared for it, slipping two almost-full bottles of vodka and two pre-rolled joints in her bag. Most that she came across enjoyed engaging in such things, and she liked to share. Perhaps, if a member of her uncle's pack found her, she could offer to share with them. Lolita was feeling adventurous tonight.

The sun had already set an hour prior, but that was no matter. Lolita hardly had a sleep schedule, so the time she made her way to the beach was unimportant. She had brought a blanket she'd found in the closet of her city house, a deep red blanket that was thick and soft. Sand would be hardly comfortable beneath her, and since she intended to get very inebriated, she did not want to be uncomfortable. The flamboyant woman spread the blanket out with it sitting close to where the tide was coming in. Satisfied with the blanket's position, the thin woman sat herself down, her feet in the sand beyond the blanket's edge so that the cold, salty water could lap at her feet. The woman leaned back, propping herself up on her elbow while she dug through the faded leather bag by her side, pulling out one of the joints and one of the bottles. Deftly, she lit the end and inhaled, washing the smoke down with vodka.

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Jade eyes looked to the crashing waves of the ocean before her, catching the reflecting twinkles of the stars above in the churning surface below. Dahlia de Mai had a beach, but Lolita had hardly visited it. The majority of her pack lands and pack mates were unexplored, unfortunately. Lolita decided that she would spend more time on the coast in her own pack... starting tomorrow. She was getting very comfortable where she was, the smoke and drink already clouding her brain. She allowed her eyes to drift closed, the crashing of the waves a steady rhythm of the world around her. Lolita Monroe did not belong to this world, but each passing day, it thrived around her, a changing environment. She did not change along with it, she did not think.

Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of the male's voice. Though her body was petite, thin from malnourishment and soft with womanly features, her eyes were hardened with time. They could be pretty, if they were not so tarnished by the world around her. Still, they were nice enough. It was merely obvious in them that she had been hurt before. "Well, hey there," she said, studying the hawked male with interest. He was very obviously a member of her uncle's pack, and Lolita knew she had succeeded. She had found someone from the pack to spend time with that was not her uncle. "Do you want to sit?" she asked, patting the blanket beside her. "I have another bottle of this, if you'd like some," she added, though she did not wait for an answer, already rooting through her bag and pulling the second nearly-full bottle from her bag and holding it out for him.

"I'm Lolita Monroe, from Dahlia de Mai," she said with a smile. He was kind of cute, for a younger kid. "You're a member of my uncle's pack, right?" Lolita knew this to be true, but she wanted his name.

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The feral woman grinned as he sat, liking the way he moved. He did not immediately fall to sit beside her, and the movement was not stiff and cautious, either. Too many were far too uptight for their own good, and she was glad to have found company in someone who was not like that. Lolita wanted to have a good night, and she certainly would not have been able to if it was someone with a stick up their rear that had found her on the beach. She lifted the vodka to her lips, draining some, the joint resting between her fingers beside her, forgotten for the moment, her focus divided between Niro and the bottle raised to her lips.

"I'm sure we can figure something out, Niro," she said smoothly. Lolita did not require anything of trade, but perhaps there was something he could do for her at some point. Another long sip of the vodka, and she shuddered. Lolita was not a lightweight by any means, having built up a decent tolerance at this point in her life, but she had already taken a few decently-sized sips of the vodka and she was beginning to feel the effects. Soon, she knew she would tumble beneath the vodka's strong and controlling power, certainly.

Lolita did not think that Niro would run and tell her uncle that she had been here, since she was not trespassing and he seemed friendly enough. Even if he did tell him, though, what was the harm? Vigilante would never do anything to her. "My uncle is Vigilante Haskel. My mother's brother," she clarified, though that wasn't the actual explanation for the different surname that she was using for herself. That had been something she had vchosen to alter in death, because she had changed immensely with her passing.

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King? The word made Lolita blanch inwardly, though she kept her expression nonchalant for Niro's sake. As far as he was concerned, Lolita was the beloved niece of his leader, and she did not intend to make it obvious that their relationship was very different from most happy and loving family relationships. After all, she had tried—and failed, of course—to kill him, and that was not something most nieces did. "Really? I hadn't realized he had risen that far. I haven't seen him in a really long time," she admitted. It had been the beginning of winter when she had last seen her uncle, and though he had already been promoted to the Constable at that point in time, she had not known this. She had never thought of her uncle as the type to be a leader, but apparently he was doing decently, since Niro did not seem unhappy to tell her of his rank.

Lolita remembered then that she was holding the joint, and she lifted it to her lips, inhaling deeply. Niro had not questioned what she was holding, but he had not turned away unhappily from the thick and heavy scent, so perhaps he was interested. She held it out to him, saying, "If you want some. I won't be offended if you don't." The creamy woman could not imagine forcing one of her vices on someone ever, whether it be alcohol or marijuana or sex. Everything that she chose to partake in with someone else had to be approved by the other wolf. If Niro was bothered by the joint, she could easily put it out and tuck it back into her bag. She took another swig of the vodka, deciding it was enough to get her into a very good mood alone. If he didn't want any of the smoke, alcohol was fine and dandy on its own. She was already feeling pretty great.

The question was not out of line, though she took a moment to work through the fuzzy mess her brain was becoming to find an appropriate answer. "I guess I was just lonely in Dahlia, and wanted to see the ocean. We have a beach there, too, but..." Lolita paused, trying to think of why she had not gone to the coast there. "I guess I was just lonely... I don't think many in Dahlia like me that much. I keep to myself, mostly, so I don't really know most of them. A lot of the ones I knew left now." Or they had turned out to be monsters, like Haku Soul. Regardless of the reason for leaving, most that she knew were gone, and she did not know anyone on a personal level in Dahlia de Mai. For a while, she had questioned why she even bothered staying in the pack or even the area, but she had never come up with a suitable reason. She simply did, and was comfortable there. Not terribly happy, but comfortable enough.

"So what brought you out to the beach tonight?" she asked smoothly, words flowing together. Unintentionally, she was speaking with her words tinged with the pretty accent that accompanied the words she spoke in Hungarian. The english words sounded different to her own ears, though not unpleasant.

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Lolita reached out for her bag, discreetly finding the glass jar she kept her herb in and using it to crush out the burning joint, dropping it into the bottom of her bag to find later. She did not need it now, and he wasn't interested in it, so away it went. She would find it later, but for now, the alcohol and the young male beside her was all that she needed. The shift in subject was appreciated, but not nearly as much as the shift in his body. Lolita leaned into the contact, grinning coyly. "No, I certainly do not," she purred, leaning her shoulder against him. "I'm not lonely anymore, but that does leave one more thing that bothers me in Dahlia. Do you like me?" she asked with a girlish giggle. More vodka was drank, and she was feeling giddy. Well, she liked him, if it mattered. For a member of her uncle's pack, Niro was cute and awfully friendly. Lolita found herself wondering just how friendly he actually was, indeed, as her thoughts moved to something better than talking.

One delicate pale hand found itself resting on the top of his thigh, feeling the warmth of his body radiating from it. He had been the one to touch her, first, so Lolita did not think he would recoil from the contact. "What kind of company do you normally keep?" Lolita hoped he was going to tell her something that wasn't a canine. Just because he specified it not being a wolf... That didn't matter much. He could mean a dog, a coyote, some other canine, or a hybrid (like herself, in fact). The creamy Dahlian hoped he was not about to tell her he had a mate or girlfriend or anything. It would not have mattered to her—she did not care about sleeping with a mated male, and she had already set her impaired sights on this one—but it was always so much more difficult to get those ones to sleep with her. He was already drunk, though... Perhaps it'd be easy, either way. Lolita nuzzled his shoulder with the cheek already pressed there, then lifted the bottle to her lips once more.

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Now that her mind had entered the realm of inebriation, Lolita was beginning to feel a tingling warmth in the lower part of her stomach. A lesser experienced woman might to recognize this feeling, but the Monroe woman knew what it was immediately. It had not been her primary mission in coming to the beach tonight, but she certainly was not going to deny herself. Niro was cute, they were both affected by the alcohol, and she was turned on. Using his thigh as leverage, she tightened her grip a bit and sidled closer to him, their hips touching now as she ran her fingers along the top of his thigh, brushing against his hip briefly. She smiled up at him, her flamboyant hair falling behind her. "I'm sure you didn't come out here just to talk about them," she murmured. He'd wanted to get away, and here he was, talking about them.

"You know," she said conversationally, her fingers still moving gently along his leg. "I kinda like you, too. You're pretty cute," she added with an impish giggle, the hand that was not on his leg reaching up to ruffle his mohawk gently. It was a hairstyle she had never seen before, but it suited him. She wanted to take it a step further, but she wanted to know he liked her like that, too. Never would she force herself on someone, but she would take pretty much anyone she could get. Male, female, young, old... It didn't matter to her. If they were cute, that was even better. Niro, sitting next to her and sharing her alcohol, was very cute. He seemed to be feeling pretty good, as well, and maybe he was as experienced as she, or maybe this would be entirely new territory for him. None of that mattered, though, because all Lolita knew now was that she wanted him.

sorry for the delay, bb! 300+ words.

Niro didn't shy away from her touch—he wanted this, too. It was so obvious that the Miracles boy was inexperienced, but that had never stopped Lolita, not when the other wanted it too. She smiled at his words, her mind hazy. Never had she considered herself particularly beautiful; she was dead and never cared to groom herself immaculately, choosing instead to cling to her feral appearance. The words coming from someone else, someone who hardly knew her at all, meant more than thinking them to herself. Jade eyes sought his matching gaze happily, grazing over the details of his face with interest. He was different than many she had been with, so young and naive, and maybe even a bit vulnerable. She hoped he wouldn't regret this night.

The creamy Dahlian lifted herself from the blanket, snaking herself into his lap so that her legs were on either side of his, their torsos pressed close. She nuzzled her nose close to his neck, planting small, gentle kisses along his collarbone, trailing up to his jaw and down to his chin. Teasingly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer as their lips met, the creamy woman leading the dance between their mouths.

Lolita pulled back, hazy gaze looking for his for confirmation that he wanted more than this. She would never press anyone for sex, but she would be... severely put off if he took a step back and denied her. Admittedly, she would be upset, but she wouldn't force herself on him. There would never be a time for something like that, not for the lovely Lolita Monroe. Everything that she did was purely consentual in all respects. She might be free with her body and with her drugs, but only if the other was willing. Whether or not they were inebriated was not considered often, however. It was hardly important.

That's okay! <3 wotd: Blithe (joyous, merry).

This was no blithe moment, no joyous union of two souls in love connecting through a kiss. Lolita did not know what this was—alcohol was involved, that was the most pertinent part—but she did not care. The Monroe woman did not look for love in those she shared herself with. Jade eyes fluttered open, her gaze cloudy as she studied him, lust and alcohol both affecting her heavily. She wanted Niro, and she wanted him badly, as inexperieced as she could easily tell that he was. She could feel the tightening in the pit of her belly, the warmth tingling through her body. Lolita tightened her fingers into the fur along the back of his neck, twining through some of the strays bits of his mohawk as she pulled him close again.

"You make me feel so... alive," she said huskily, pressing her lips to his forcefully, fervently. She shifted her body, subtly rocking her hips against his. The Monroe woman wanted this. She wanted him to say he wanted this, too. She needed him to want this, needed him to say he needed her, too. "I," she whispered, "I want," inbetween kisses, "you."

We can fade or fast-forward whenever you'd like, hun. ^^

Lolita had never been one to think twice about sex, and the alcohol was not what was driving her now like it was for Niro. The creamy Dahlian was acting out of need, her body craving something it had not had for far too long. She had kept to herself mostly, and she did not like it very much. As she kissed him, she moved her body against his, keeping the contact frequent until something more might come from it. She could feel him against her, the excitement obvious. She gripped his hair firmly, pressing her body closer to his still, showing her need.

Everything changed when he took charge for a moment, pressing himself against her. She shuddered at the feeling of his hands down her back and over the firm roundness of her rear. All the confirmation she needed was given, and she lowered herself, her breath catching in her throat at the feeling of him entering her, the tingling sensation in her belly spreading throughout her entire body to the very tips of her fingers and toes.

Lolita was lost in the small microcasm they had created between the two of them. Right now, her entire world could be summed up in this very moment: Niro, the vodka, the intensity between them. He was young, naive, and inexperienced, but that did not matter. Lolita had enough experience to make this pleasurable for both of them, the rapid joining of bodies something she needed so badly. As he was lost in his state of bliss, she felt a burning sun explode somewhere within her and she pressed herself against him heavily.

Lolita slid off of him, reaching up to ruffle his mohawk again with a small giggle. Niro seemed happy, more than in fact. She reached her muzzle up, gently licking beneath his chin. She was very happy herself, feeling warm and fuzzy from the alcohol and the sex, even if Niro was a total stranger.