Her slice was clean, diving through the fabric. Unfortunately for her, he didn't move to block her blow. Instead he stepped in, and even with her attempt at twisting away she felt the blade tug at her clothing, and the sudden feeling of open air against her fur. As rapidly as she could Amy spun back, her shirt falling down as she stepped back, mere scraps holding it in place while she kept her hand up. She wouldn't be able to hold it there for long, but Amy would ensure that she had victory first. Her eyes gleamed, seeing that only a thin band of fabric remained holding the other half of his jeans up. A slice through there would solve the problem.
Spotting him grabbing new weapons Amy growled softly. She had been the one to change the rules in the first place, but both weapons had been grabbed at the beginning. Lowering her hands she let the scraps fall off her body, full breasts revealed in the movement. He had stolen off the first piece of clothing. He only had one piece left to lose though, and she still had her shorts. Straightening Amy licked her lips, spinning the short sword lazily in her grip. The katana would be hard to deal with, but she'd find her way around it. Spinning forwards she lifted her short sword to catch the katana, moving her other hand to draw a knife and let her spin past the katana's reach to finish him off.
Itzal smiled at her as she growled softly, giving her a wink as well. She shouldn't have expected him to play by the rules, especially when they hadn't voiced any rules at all. Itzal knew he had to focus on Amy, to make sure he didn't lose their little competition, but he gave himself a second to admire her breast and body as she let the remains of her shirt fall. He didn't let his eyes linger to long though, still very much aware that their game wasn't over yet. He had to get off two pieces of her clothing, where as she only had to get off one. And that one piece was very close to coming off of Itzal's body.
Itzal watched her short sword as it caught the Katana in an elegant movement, while her other hand drew her knife. But Itzal had expected her to find a way past his Katana, and his hand was already reaching for his dagger. His dagger caught her knife as she made to cut the last thread holding his jeans together. Their blades locked and Itzal twisted his wrist so the Katana and short sword were locked together. He pressed himself against her, chest to chest, and bent down to growl softly in her ear with a grin, "Not yet you don't." He said, before pushing her short sword and knife away and stepping back. Itzal held the dagger in one hand and the Katana in the other. He was watching her, trying to find a weakness he could exploit. He decided to try a feint. He lunged with his Katana, directing it towards the left side of her shorts. Then at the last second Itzal tried to bring his back foot around and bring the dagger down across her short's waist band. The moved required speed and precision above all else, and Itzal would have gotten it, except he made the mistake of twisting his heel during the spin, making his weight carry past where he had been aiming. His dagger passed by her waist harmlessly, and Itzal swore under his breath, knowing he was off balance and vulnerable.
Amy would have loved to soak in his admiration. It really didn't get old, catching his attention and reveling in it. It was always nice to know that she was being appreciated, and not just taken for granted. She wasn't going to just sit around and let him win though, rapid movement bringing her in. Her short sword caught the katana, a ringing noise echoing through as they clashed together. Amy thought that she had her win secured, darting through the opening to where his jeans were caught, barely holding on.
Underestimating her mate was never a good idea. A swift movement caught her dagger, Amy growling playfully as she faced him, tail beating in the air. Soon enough. She licked at his cheek before he pushed her off, Amy laughing as she regained her balance and watched his movement. Smirking she waited for him to move, watching her mate send himself off balance. Laughing she twisted around, sending her own dagger to dart up and finish cutting off the last of his clothing.
Itzal grinned as he felt Amy's tongue slide across his cheek. The second her tongue touched him, his body felt like it was on fire. He wanted her just as strongly as he had the first time. Itzal's body burned with desire for Amy. But he told himself to focus. He knew that his slip up with his move was going to cost him. He knew he had lost. But that didn't mean he didn't plan on still winning in his own way. Itzal felt Amy's weapon slice through last piece of thread that was keeping his body from being exposed. He stepped back as his jeans feel away and he growled. He had lost and he could admit it.
He looked at her and grinned, letting her eyes take in all of him, without any form of clothing. He waited until he felt she had had enough for the moment and he moved to her, sheathing his dagger and tossing the Katana in the direction he had tossed the sheath. He wrapped his arms around her waist and growled in her ear, a deep, husky sound. "I'll admit you win. But I still want a prize." He said into her ear, before using his claws on one paw to tear away her shorts. He chuckled in her ear, tossing the remains of her shorts off to the side. They could always get more clothes and she had been willing to let them get cut up anyways. Itzal put his paws on her hips and took a step back, so there was enough room between them for his eyes to take in all of her. He licked his lips without thinking about it, he eyes drinking their fill of her beautiful form. He pulled her close against him and kissed her, growling possessively as he filled the kiss with passion.
Itzal's focus slipped as his jeans fell to the ground, shredded. Triumphant Amy stepped back, letting her stance relax from the offensive way she'd been holding herself. More relaxed she smiled, letting herself drink in Itzal's unclothed form. It was just as glorious as she'd imagined. Perhaps a touch better, as he was always proving himself to be more than she expected and pushing past his previous limits. Amy did her best to do the same, but it didn't mean her breath didn't catch when she was able to drink in his form like this.
Itzal showed off, letting her take it in before he tossed the weapons to the side. It took her a moment to do the same, always an instant slower to relax. The feeling that she was going to be killed never fully dissipated unless she was at home in his arms. Pulled close Amy nuzzled against him, eyes gleaming. Of course. I am the better fighter. Well, she wasn't really sure if that was true, since it was a constant toss up on who would win their games. She would make the claim anyways due to her pride.
The shorts came away easily, Amy changing her pose to let him drink in his fill. She loved his possessiveness, and the knowledge that he wouldn't look to anyone else. Not since she entered his life. Stepping up Amy let her claws dig into his back slightly as she kissed him, enjoying the moment. It was nice to be there with him, safe from harm. Amy did enjoy killing, but it wasn't a relaxing occupation.
Itzal gave her a sly smile when she boasted about being the better fighter. Any other time he would have contradicted her in a playful way. But right now Itzal let it go by without a word. He had more important things on his mind. Like the way her claws against his back made him want to pull her closer. Like how her body molded to his perfectly when they held each other. Itzal had always been one to look after himself and do what was necessary. He could be cold and uncaring at times. But when he was with Amy that changed. When he was with her his playful side arose and Itzal wanted nothing more than to make her smile with his charm. And right now he wanted nothing more than to feel her against him.
Itzal broke the kiss they had been sharing and leaned his forehead against hers with a content sigh. It was rare that Itzal felt this peaceful. "I love you." He told her, his voice rough from both the passion he felt for her and his love for her. He rarely revealed himself this way to others. Itzal didn't trust any one but Amy enough to let her guard down around them. If they saw him as weak, or as someone who might hesitate to kill them, than they would try to attack him. And that would lead to a lot more killing and blood. Itzal had enough of that in his life.
Her eyes were partly closed when the kiss broke, leaning into his strong frame without a word. He was so warm, and always there when she wanted him. Amy never stopped him from going out and killing, despite how dangerous it was. Perhaps she believed he couldn't die. Or simply trusted that her mate was stronger than any opponent he would choose to go after. Either way she didn't stop him, and savored these moments with each breath drawn in. His words were quiet, something just for her to hear. Itzal said it so easily, his guard completely torn down. That was alright, he'd shattered hers with that kiss.
I love you as well. Her voice was surprisingly even over the words, despite how difficult it was for her to form them in her mouth. Speaking of emotions was never easy for her, though she showed what she felt with ease. Glancing up Amy jerked out of her grasp. Blast it, the meeting's about to start! Scrambling she headed for the wardrobe, digging through for a decent pair of jeans and a blouse that could hide enough weapons. Sorry darling, looks like I have to run.
Even though the two of them had separate rooms, they both had clothes for the other in theirs. They had found out very early on that their clothes tended to be a causality of them spending time alone together. So each of them stocked an outfit or two in their room for the other. Itzal was chuckling as she was searching for some clothes. Never get to finish the fun. He thought but he was smiling, to show that he understood she had to go. It was business after all.
Itzal walked up behind Amy and reached over her shoulder, snatching up a blouse and jeans that wouldn't show off anything under her clothes. Itzal knew she had to hide her weapons but Itzal also wanted her to hide other things. Things like the way the curves on her body were nothing less than perfect. He handed her the clothes without a word, just grinning. Then he kissed the back of her neck and inhaled her scent, "Come find me when you get home." He growled playfully in her ear. If things went good, they would celebrate. And if things went badly, Itzal wanted to hear about it.
Itzal walked over to his bed and laid down. He would go find the pups in a minute and maybe go and hunt something down for them. He might let the more mature one go on the hunt with him, but only if he thought they were truly ready. He watched while Amy got dressed, frowning as all of her beautiful body disappeared under the clothes. But he was happy, because the people she was meeting wouldn't have the slightest clue what kind of angelic body Amy had.
Chuckles came from behind her, the dog relaxing slightly under Itzal's presence. The meeting would go just fine, as long as she took care and left as soon as she was dressed properly. She accepted the outfit passed to her, frowning slightly. It would hide her weapons properly, but it would probably make her look formless as well. The jeans wouldn't hug her hips and legs the way she preferred, and the blouse was more loose, if definitely stylish. Well, at least she'd look professional. Slowing down Amy leaned back into him, whining her pleasure at his soft touch. If only there was more time. There was so much she wanted to do with him.
I won't be long. Amy would keep the meeting as short as possible, just so she could run home to him. These meetings were a high for her, taking in the fear and power of winning a negotiation, but she could avoid lingering in such sensations. Especially when there was something better waiting for her. Itzal would get a full report from her, working over her with what they would be doing. It was great to have someone she could discuss strategies with, even if his market was slightly different than her own.
The clothes were tugged on, daggers, a short sword, a vial of poison, and some rings all disappeared under her clothing. A bow was strapped across her back, unnecessary but still taken just in case. Turning to see her mate one more time before she left she chuckled. Cheer up, you can have the fun of removing them again when I get back. Smirking she stepped out, strong strides carrying her across and to the door of their stone home. This wouldn't be a long trip. Not when Itzal was here, waiting for her return. She did love him so.
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