3+ Some humor for mentally distressed Cotl!

It wasn't the most intelligent thing to do, leaving the manor in a state of sobriety -- or lack there of. Talitha Lykoi cackled softly as her feet stumbled off of the porch, landing her into a heap of russet fur and snow. The whiskey hadn't been good to her that day. Despite the rather embarrassing display of her lax coordination, a smile remained glued to her cream muzzle, crimson eyes wild with emotion held back by her more common solemn walls. She pushed herself up from the freezing ground, shaking her head free of all melted winter cover with quick motions. As the cold soaked into her bones, she heaved a sigh; it was not where she wanted to be. The whole point of drinking had been to make things enjoyable, but the snow took that idea and hurled it out of the metaphorical window.

Inferni's grotto became a place of interest, a new feature on the face of her beloved home. It could ward away the cold, she was sure, and it was certainly better than sitting in her bedroom with the draft that came in through her window. The trouble would be reaching them, and sure enough she stumbled again into the snow in an attempt to take steps in the right direction. Another burst of laughter escaped her maw while she pulled her body back up onto two feet. Clearly the task was going to be more difficult than she expected.

After several moments, and even more falls into the freezing snow, she managed to find her destination. The mist that hung around the springs was thick, made worse by the cool air that hung outside of them. Definitely a better choice than standing outside of the D'Neville manor in the snow. Her smile grew, taking some careful and wobbly steps. Without watching her footing, she glanced about. It seemed quiet, and lonely, until an all too familiar outburst made the Lykoi woman jump and fall right into one of the pools.

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Her world was turned utterly upside down as she lost her footing on the rather slippery surface that surrounded the springs, toppling not only into the hot water, but onto what would have been a familiar orange body within it. As it was, she didn't realize she had toppled over onto the German van Ulrich, disturbing his place in the spring as much as she had, until he panicked and grabbed her, pulling both himself and the drunken Lykoi back to the surface. She giggled as she was hauled toward the edge, where she watched his white fingers grasp the ground there. But he was annoyed, and the laughter disappeared as he spoke to her, blaming her for what had happened.

"You're angry," she whispered, breath creating soft white clouds in the air that was so much warmer than what she exhaled. The voice that escaped her was not the normal Talitha, not the confident woman she usual was, but the voice of a child who had been turned away from affection. She hadn't know he would be there, and she certainly hadn't meant to fall on top of him. Regardless, she felt guilt and shame, her muscles going limp in his grasp.

"What are you doing?" Her black-rimmed ears twitched subtly as she listened, bringing a chestnut hand to her muzzle. Her teeth found one of the knuckles, biting down on it in an attempt to comfort herself. "I was jus' tryin' t' take a walk, mhm. Kin'a got bored 'f bein' in m' room." Her voice was laced with the liquor as much as her scent was, stumbling over words as they flowed into the air. She couldn't sit still for long, at least not alone.

Cotl was irritated, though, and it made the situation less pleasant than it should have been. Her hands reached out to rest on his shoulders, playing with the water-soaked coal locks she enjoyed so very much. "I'm sorry, hmm?" The apology was rather superficial, meant to make the German feel better even if she didn't really mean it.

Totally tried to stretch this out to 300 words, but I couldn't find another paragraph for it. -.-

He didn't smile, the frown remaining placed on the black-wrapped muzzle. Her heart sank in her chest. She was disappointed with herself, ashamed that she had simply waltzed in and already ruined a moment Cotl had been enjoying. Like always, she had ruined something for someone she cared for. Her ears flattened out against her skull. How could she make it better?

The apology went ignored by the ginger man, the moment moving on while Talitha used him as a means to steady herself. Being in the heat was more disorienting to the drunken woman than the cold. When he spoke, her ears released themselves from their place, taking in the words with a bit more difficulty than she would have in usual circumstances. "You're not hurt, right?" His anger had melted into concern, and it brought a coy smile to her maw. "You're worried about me?" she crooned, voice turning away from the frightened whisper to a confident, seductive murmur.

She knew it wasn't safe to swim while inebriated, but she hadn't expected to fall into the water; then again, many unexpected things happened after hitting the bottle a few too many times. She let out a rough laugh, fingers finding the tattooed place on the inside of his thigh, each giving it a gentle tap with the tip of her claws. Her face moved closer to his own, crimson eyes glittering with sheer amusement as she opened her mouth to speak: "Y'know, Cotl, it's kin'a cute that y're concerned." Her tongue darted out to lick his jaw while her eyes filtered over his features. Had it been any other moment, she subconsciously knew she wouldn't have been as forward.

3+ Hah. Cotl? Not interested in Talitha? Perish the thought!

For a moment, she worried he wouldn't pull out of the sour mood she had put him in, but sure enough his frown was replaced with the roguish grin she had become accustomed to. Elation fell in, the smile remaining on her own muzzle; naturally, she had found one thing to cheer up Cotl van Ulrich. Flattery and sex appeal. Her fingers danced over the words inked into his leg, taking steps toward his hip with each word that came from his mouth. "You certainly manage that," she mumbled, bumping her nose into the fur at his neck.

The growl that escaped the German Imaginifer sent a subtle shiver down the spine of the de le Poer princess that was extended by the nip given to her collar bone. Another giggle escaped her, turning her face into his hand as it went to her water-soaked curls. He filled the silence with some nonsense about towels, bringing the giggle to a full-blown laugh. "I don' need a towel. Y' can dry me off, hmm?" One of the crimson Massacre eyes winked at the ginger male, pressing on with flirtation.

It hadn't occurred to her that he was unfamiliar with her in such a state of insobriety, but his question seemed to allude to the possibility. Yes she had drank a lot, and yes she did always drink quite a bit, but she didn't really keep track. Talitha drank as much as she felt necessary, and stopped when her heart felt freer. The smile slipped into a dull grin, hands pulling from his body as she thought of a response. "Yes, I...suppose. D'es it really matter, Cotl? Ain' like I wanna talk righ' now, y'know." She thought she'd been so clear with her current desire, but obviously that was the wrong way to think. Unless he wasn't interested.

The possibility hit her like a heavy rock and her shoulders slumped into the water.

3+ Sorry if it's a bit weird. My more sexual writing ends up like a Harlequin Romance, and I don't write it well. >.>

Yet another growl escaped him and reached her ears, sending a quake of enjoyment down her back to add to the all too familiar heat that was building between her thighs. Her mind was tossed back to the summer before she left, filled with scents and sights that could only be attributed Cotl himself. Her face turned farther into his hand with ease as he raised to to her cheek. The moment for the coymutt woman was enjoyable.

But as he started to make idle chitchat, she started to wonder if he was interested in the moment as well. Her smiles faded into subtle frowns, body pulling away and shoulders falling. Cotl's brows furrowed. "Don't do that." Her crimson eyes turned back to him, ears perking back up only just a bit. He seemed confused by her actions, his hand finding her neck and bringing her back. She nudged her nose against his chin, giving him a gentle lick and shifting her hips into his wandering hand. Her tawny fingers found his chest, running along the muscles and over his shoulders.

She let her weight fall against him, tangling her fingers in the coal locks that hung limply about his shoulders. Her smile returned, bordering along a seductive edge while she gave his hair a few gentle tugs. A soft chuckle escaped her maw while his fingers danced over the tattoo she had received several months prior. "Maybe you wanna give me another one?" Of course, her words held a dual meaning, and settled farther from the literal.

Her tail whipped to the side at the bawdy gesture that followed, bringing forward much louder laughter. "Aren't you impatient," she crooned, turning her back to him in a fluid motion. Once settled, she allowed her arms to return to his neck, crossing behind his head in what appeared to be an easy embrace for the de le Poer.

3+ Meh. Rambling. Sorry. >.> If you want, we can fade out, or continue. I warn that my replies will be slower, since it's unfamiliar ground.

Her muscles relaxed, any tension she had carried from days prior disappearing into whatever black hole Cotl had opened in preventing her drowning. As she had expected, the scene played out the way she wanted it to. The way she had planned it out. Her control of the moment left her mind at ease, unafraid of the hands on her body as they left a warm trail on her hip.

"I'll give you another tattoo some other time."

She laughed, a rough sound that faded into more feminine tones as it filtered into nothing. She wanted other things, and that was what he promised, leaving a satisfied smile on the cream muzzle of the Lykoi. "Good," she murmured, a single hand falling from his shoulder. Talitha's fingers followed the lines of his chest, passing over the white inked patch near his navel; her motions were purposefully slow as her forefinger traced the bone motif.

The dark whisper that caught her ears, reminding her that she hadn't wanted to talk, sent a shiver through her body. She'd lost track of his hands at some point prior, only then taking notice as he neared the building heat between her thighs. Her breath caught in her chest and halted as her mind surveyed what she knew she wanted. A tawny hand followed along Cotl's arm, fingertips caressing the fur until her palm sat against the back of his hand.

As he brought his face to her shoulder, she turned her head toward him. It wasn't strange for her to study the ginger male, but she rarely took such care in noticing his features. He was truly a handsome thing, and no wolf to be seen. That fact alone incited elation just under her ribcage. It was for that reason that she offered another tender nudge to his jaw, a gesture backed with affection that was only outdone by the love she offered her father and brother.