Lazily a chocolate ear flicked in her doors direction as she heard a clattering of what seemed to be pots and angry words following. The coyote woman recognized the voice, and slightly frowned. Ever since their encounter at the lake Angel had been avoiding her, though it could have been purely chance that they had missed eachother. Either way, she was going to go investigate. With a swish of her tail she rose from her own bed, using her hands to brush off her pelt before retreiving her bone comb. The woman combed through her snarls carefully, making sure to avoid the small shells and flowers she had taking to weaving through her hair every morning. Now that her curls were tamed she felt ready to go over to the next room.

She opened her door slowly, ushering her cats back with her foot before stepping out into the hall quietly. Ever since she had come into heat the woman had spent most of her time in her room, afraid of what might happen should she venture too far and a clan mate became too interested. In all reality she didn't have much to worry about, but it was her first heat and she was paranoid. The floor boards of the old mansion creaked underfoot as she walked, and a few doors down the door was slightly ajar and her ears caught the tail end of Angels deep accent as he ended his speech. Timidly she hesitated, not sure if he wanted her presence. Sighing quietly she raised her hand to knock and rapped on the door a few times before pushing the door open slightly with her hands.

A comical scene came before her eyes and she had to stifle the laugh that was threataning to escape her delicate tapered maw. " Are you alright Angel? Would you like any help? " Emmanuelle purred, eyes softening as they roamed the body of the other. The heat scent permeated from her body and filled the room and the hallway, though the female was too absorbed in him to notice or care.

The coyote woman raised a canine eyebrow at his mumbled speech, noting quickly how his body language seemed off. Was he uncomfortable around her? The young coyote had not even began to think that it was her scent, she knew she was in heat but she wasn't aware that it pulled at the senses string by string, no. She simply thought males knew, however they did. A few moments passed where she didn't know what to do or say, and so she leaned on the doorframe her eyes roaming over him and his possessions. He rose to his full height and for the first time the dame was truly aware of how tall he was, he simply towered over her. As he shifted and moved, dust around the room was disturbed and she inhaled it by accident, closing her eyes tightly before letting out a tiny, mousey sneeze. Emmanuelle shook her head slightly and pawed at his muzzle, blinking her eyes before looking at Angel again.

" You seem.. busy.. Did you want me to leave? " She asked softly, her bi-colored eyes trying to seek his in vain as the woman seemingly drooped, unsure how to react to someone apparently not wanting her presence. The social butterfly had never had somebody reject her company before, and this had her simply aghast. Had she done something to upset the Calatan male? She shifted so that she was more out of his door and into the hallway, making it look like she was preparing to leave. A small frown had settled on her muzzle at her thoughts, and her big doe eyes rested on his, her facial features stained with sadness. The ball of sunfire had dampened, what had she done to make him this way? Of course Emmanuelle had no way of knowing her scent was driving him wild.

She waited with baited breath for him to speak, and the room seem to still in the tense moment. However, it was quickly broken as he ushered her back in the room and she took a seat on his dusty bed, a sneeze threatening to spill over again. It was easy to tell from her room that she was a female, everything was kept impeccable and clean - even with the two european lynx she had living with her. Idly she thought about how she neglected them lately and resolved to take them hunting, they hadn't gone out in a while save to find their own food. The woman breathed out as he seated himself across from her, and her bi-colored eyes regarded him curiously. It couldn't be the fallen pots and pans that had frustrated him this way - surely he was a man of better temper? The young woman smiled brightly at him as she crossed her legs and leaned back, the curves that had recently sprung out in full force surely noticeable to the male in front of her.

She had always been a curvy female, even when she was much younger she had matured early. Now however, she had hit the age of sexual maturity and her body reflected as much. Her breasts sat atop her rib cage, perky and rounded. Her hips matched the girth of her chest, both now looking very womanly. Her body was meant to tempt males into liking her, doing things for her and worshiping the very ground that she walked upon - she was the very word of temptress. However, the swells and shapes of her body and what it was meant to do was not reflected in her innocent mis-matched eyes, she had not experienced her destiny yet. Weather the dark side of having such a pretty body would taint her later in life was yet to be seen, but it was safe to say that the sunshine child would not engage in such behavior any time soon. For now she was open to experimenting, and these kinds of thoughts were invading her mind as she gazed upon the dark Catalan male across from her.

" I am fine... I've missed your company. " Came her quiet musings as she recalled their encounter. Ever since Folly Lake she had wanted to be near him, and though the distance was small between them she wanted him closer and she could not fathom why he was across from her and not beside her. Emmanuelle shifted so that she was farther away from him on the bed and patted the area beside her, smiling flirtatiously at him. " You should come here.. " She said softly, looking at him through dark lashes. " I get the feeling you have been avoiding me the last few days Angel.. " The woman stated thoughtfully, the same butterflies that she had gotten at Folly Lake appearing once again in her stomach. For some reason she was feeling a primal animal instinct that was screaming for him to come closer, to be near her.. To touch her..

His thick accent made his words sound so much more inviting and without meaning too she moved closer to him, almost snuggling up to his side. He slipped his arm behind her and the contact made her shudder with delight. " I don't think you're telling the whole truth Angel. " She purred, turning towards him and raising a slender clawed finger to trace the area from his neck down to his stomach, pausing just as she reached his lower regions. Admittedly, she was nervous. There was obviously something in the air that was influencing them both and now Emma understood, her heat was supposed to lead to something like this, and so she let instinct take over her body as she pushed the butterflies out of her stomach. She locked eyes with the man that she had been feeling for lately and smiled lustfully at him before re-adjusting herself on the bed, her knees sinking into the soft fabric.

She grasped him gently by the shoulders and pushed him back so that he slowly reclined on the bed and she positioned herself over him, every nerve lit on fire by the sexual tension that was very apparent between them both. Emmanuelle growled softly before moving her muzzle to his ear, nibbling on the end of it gently. " I want you Angel. " She said, grasping a tuft of chest fur gently as she looked into his icy blue eyes, her own bi-colored ones half lidded in lust. Did he want her as much as she wanted him? Did he even want her at all? The coywolf had to assume, she had seen signs and signals that he had been sending her throughout the times they spent together. If he had missed her company, surely the dark male had though about her from time to time?

Or was this just her young, niave mind praying that somebody wanted her. Her own family hadn't, and this is what Inferni was right? Her family? It didn't even cross her inexperienced mind what would happen after this, what heat really was meant for. All she knew was that so far it felt good and it could only feel better.

Her head swam as she slowly lost control, swaying too and fro. Her mind was completely wrapped up in his scent, and it was driving her mad. As his muzzle touched her neck she drew completely out of her sane mind. Kaleidoscope colors burst out over the room, the reds and pinks muted but prominent. Emma’s eyes, one a crystalline blue and the other a sage green focused on the male before her and she gently licked his muzzle, a soft smile evident on her lips. In some lights the woman was sunny, ever happy and the picture of joy and in others she was a fierce thing, angry and out to save her clan against the worlds evil. All of this melted away, however, in this moment. She was the image of soft, vulnerable beauty and was clay in his palm. The young woman gave herself to him, ready to be molded into whatever the shadow colored male wanted. She was his.

A quiet sigh left her tapered muzzle as his hands floated down her body and came to rest on her hips, pulling her closer to him. She echoed this action, burying her face into his neck as her hand drifted lower and lower. Her fingers drew an electric line down his torso as they moved, the contact soft but hungry. The coy wolf was hungry, hungry for him. Admittedly, she didn’t know what she was doing but instinct guided her touch. All she needed was him, his hands needed to teach her what he liked and what he didn’t. Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers found what was truly his, and that part of him came alive under them. They moved up and down him, teasing his length.

Her heart thudded in her chest, she suddenly quietly nervous. Was this how it was supposed to be done? Her grip was firm, but gentle. Not too tight, but the right amount at the same time. “ Angel. “ She breathed, eyes bright. Something within them snapped, and she knew that the warmth between her legs needed attention. It was curious really, this feeling that she had never experience before had started in her heart and then slowly slid down her willowy body, muscles hidden underneath the bones. Her body was perfect, her breasts perfect mounds sitting on her ribcage. It had slid down her flat stomach, down to her very toes and then back up again.

His body responded to her touch quickly, his hips bucking as she worked at him. His growl was lost on her, in any other situation she would have stopped immediately but her instinct told her that it was good and despite his internal battle she knew he was enjoying this. She turned from a pretty proper little thing to something more magnificent, and in the rose colored light her body glowed. Sun streamed through the windows and lit her pelt on fire, creamy tan hues turned golden by the magic of the light. Her hair hung in almost platinum waves as she bent over him. Her heart cried out, outraged by such a situation. It knew better, he didn't really want this. The cross that hung at his necklace wasn't noticed by her and so she pressed on, lightly snarling as his nibbled at her neck. Her whole being hummed, so in tune with his. It was time.

Lightly she moved, switching positions. Her slender hands pulled him up and then slid underneath him, doe-like bi-colored eyes drinking up his muscular form. Her back now now against the bed, she looked up at him, nodding lightly. This is where she was unsure what to do next, he would have to take the reigns and lead her. Her hands slid around him now, pulling him closer to her. " Please.. " She asked, her tone almost begging. It was a wordless question, but he would know what she wanted.