OOC: <3 I can finally match yo! -> WC: 606 (+5fail)
She knew he had watched her the whole time she had shifted around his domain, for she had felt his gaze on her as she conducted every movement, but she wouldn’t complain about this ‘surveillance’ however – she rather liked it. Ich never saids das Ich didn't vants du here. Vas just asking vhat brings du here.. Where the words that graced her decorative ears as the reply to her opening statement to him, and all the woman could respond with was a gentle ”Hmm” bringing out a slight quiff of emotion in the form of almost invisible blush. When she had rested herself on his bed; since his room lacked anything of a sofa or chair like furnish for her to sit on instead, she surveyed his movements carefully, awaiting for his answer about the drawing she thought to resemble her riding the black horse she oh so adored.
-FUCKINGTITTYSPRINKLES- Ja, ist du. Ich draws most of die clansmen-vomen das Ich meet. Du happened to be die one Ich vas in die middle of drawing.. as the man had explained this reasoning to her, the girl’s brow rose in a suspicious movement up her face, with the long traipses of her ebony hair lacing down it in a partly styled but feral manner. By now she had numbed herself to the man’s randomly erratic twitching and cursing, for she was sure he didn’t mean to and just couldn’t help it – perhaps he was in an accident or something. She smiled warmly as he consumed a mouthful of her gift feeling her debt repaid to him about his busted traps, but the smile weakened as he dropped it for no reason and headed towards her. As the meat thumped on the floor her muscles had tightened slightly, un-expecting of the sudden noise.
At first she thought maybe it wasn’t good enough for him, but the devious expression upon his maw cleared her thoughts as she directly guessed what was on the male’s mind. The woman did not move an inch however, nor did she change her expression as a result of his actions – she just let him pin his body above and dangerously close to hers. Was this intimidation tactics? For she would play that game well if he wished to do so. Cotl’s expression still held that deviously wicked grin as he commuted his words towards her in a rough manner Und vhats abouts ist? why does ist matter if Ich draws du.? he had grumbled seductively to her, and oh boy did she like it. She also craved how his hand had met her cheek in a similar fashion the way she had done to him, and in fact the girl would have told him to do it more if she wasn’t so obsessive over her reputation.
”Oh” she spluttered slightly, her hands craving to pull him a touch closer so she could feel the heat emitted from his muscles. In mimic she raised her hand to his cheek again and caressed the fur which held much colour in contrast to her monochrome shades, holding the gaze he had directed at her with those mesmerizing eyes with the icy ghost blue of her own, feeling some spark. Moving her head up slightly so her maw was almost touching his she recomposed her desired answer, still delicately smoothing down his jaw. ”Just make me look beautiful, will you?” The tone had started in the same sexy edge that he had aimed towards her, but faded down towards a shallow and extremely needy-feminine tone towards the last of her words, as she became lost in the other’s eyes.
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