M - Skinny Dipping: Luperci Style

Toby · 09-10-2012, 10:48 PM

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:x hims... -.-

It was in the moment before their kiss that he spotted the possession in her eyes. He could see exactly what he was to her: property. He wasn't something she loved or needed in life, rather he was something of a thing that she had acquired over the months and that was it. It pissed him off, putting it nicely. It was the thoughts of hurt, of betrayal from what he'd wanted in his mind, the memories of their nights together, and of course Fang's ever kindling emotion for the female that fueled his kiss. He wanted to prove he was lovable, without really understanding that's what it was he wanted. He didn't know that's really what the game was about. It was all about him proving himself to Amy. Proving he was worthy of her true affection and he wasn't just a play thing. He wanted to be loved and for some reason it always ended up being Amy he tried to be loved by.

All of this was in his kiss. The passionate kind that was easily mistaken by lust and fueled with some sort of fire burning deep in his chest. His breathing was deeper, taking in breaths to try and control himself as he pressed and pulled her into him. He was going to make her understand. She didn't have a choice. As she kissed him back he felt her give in, just a tiny bit, rubbing up against him and growling in a voice that rattled her thoughts on him. Then suddenly she was gone. Her body: gone. Her lust: gone. His eyes narrowed through the darkness of his mind at her, half disappointed he'd failed in communicating to her and half enraged by what she'd claimed so boldly.

The casual request for liquor caused a growl of annoyance to echo deep in his chest and rattled out his throat in almost a roar. "No dammit. I've got nothing for you." He was giving up. Giving in to the anger that seemed so easy to awaken these days. Turning sharply from her he splashed his way to the shore and glared off into the surroundings. Was this his fault? She didn't even know who he was. She'd addressed him as Fang. As the demon that no longer was hosted inside him. As the puppy that'd been so easy to sway. Toby was different. He was the thinker. He was the one who plotted and felt things Fang hadn't been capable of. His anger pounded in his ears, appearing much more violent than Amy had ever witnessed. Then another growl came up. "My name is Toby, by the way," he added harshly and turned to see her reaction.

She's going to leave now, he thought for certain. He had his ears flattened against his skull, chest puffed out with her brand glistening in the light, and tail and head held high. It was almost like he was more dominant in appearance than Fang ever had been. Perhaps it was his rage that fueled the body language. He clenched his fists and waited for her to either attack, leave, or cuss him out. He was sure this wasn't going to end well.

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