[ It's a very good thing that he's had ample experience in handling bitchy and annoying! It's also a good thing that this was just yet another part of who she was as a person. That, and while he'd genuinely apologized...he'd also found himself finally becoming more comfortable in her presence to start teasing back. Not barking in response to an insult or an insecurity, but...he supposes he should just be more forthcoming next time and just tell her that her ass looked cute in those shorts. A thought that's only just now flooding his brain after he's taken enough bites of that savoury skewer of his.
Which means that he's also in a hurry to finish the rest of it off before he decides to unceremoniously just toss it on the ground. With how tender and easily it melts in his mouth, it's not so hard as he makes quick work of it whilst watching her lie on her back. ]
What's that?
[ Swallowing down what remains of his own skewer, a heated sigh escapes him as he doesn't bother lying down yet as he finds his gaze drawn upon Monika's own lounging body. Mismatched red and green eyes that would otherwise hold a more modest look upon her as they conversed and caught up, are becoming more and more honed in on certain parts of her body... ]
I wouldn't be talking if I were you. [ From the rise and fall of her full chest, flashes of white replacing her in his mind with the same girl on his birthday, robe loosely hanging off her shoulders while her more voluptuous figure is suddenly glistening in pearly white streaks of him. The flash of visual in his brain causes his breath to clip, however, whilst she speaks a little too honestly for her own good, face flushing red as he feels an immediate pang of hunger shooting down to his lower abdomen, stirring butterflies before that pooling heat becomes downright molten between his legs.
But the effects of the rabbit meat and sauce on his system are at war with something else. The sweltering fatigue that rocks through his body as he barely gets his own words out upon admiring her body as reality briefly returns. The "overheating" Monika in her white top and pink shorts, those creamier thighs of hers hugged by her dark leggings as he finds himself swallowing oh-so-thickly on his tongue. ] You looking like that's got me...wanting to.....
[ His head dips. ]
Wanting to.....
[ And while he doesn't downright pass out? He's suddenly on the brink of it, heart hammering away wildly in his chest as his eyelids grow heavier by the second. Whatever he wants to say, it may very well have to wait. Monika hearing how badly she's making him want to get on top of her and tear those buttflossing shorts off her body. How badly he wants to outdo his old performance, overwrite and delete the hunt and just breed her for real— to the point that she'd question the next morning if she'd been knocked up. That and the numerous other unfiltered thoughts stuffed away in the back of his brain are losing to the urge to sleep, unaware of the more ethereal effects of these particular lounging chairs they find themselves lying in as he starts lowering himself down onto his side, panting softly as he looks over at her at his side. ]
Damn...I'm sleepy...
[ The sober part of him wants to fight this. To get up and get Monika out of here. The beast within him, the rabbit, wants to fill her holes copiously until all she could remember was the shame and warmth of him everywhere. And now this side? The sleepy side? Wants to take him to a place where they can test that little theory. ]
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Which means that he's also in a hurry to finish the rest of it off before he decides to unceremoniously just toss it on the ground. With how tender and easily it melts in his mouth, it's not so hard as he makes quick work of it whilst watching her lie on her back. ]
What's that?
[ Swallowing down what remains of his own skewer, a heated sigh escapes him as he doesn't bother lying down yet as he finds his gaze drawn upon Monika's own lounging body. Mismatched red and green eyes that would otherwise hold a more modest look upon her as they conversed and caught up, are becoming more and more honed in on certain parts of her body... ]
I wouldn't be talking if I were you. [ From the rise and fall of her full chest, flashes of white replacing her in his mind with the same girl on his birthday, robe loosely hanging off her shoulders while her more voluptuous figure is suddenly glistening in pearly white streaks of him. The flash of visual in his brain causes his breath to clip, however, whilst she speaks a little too honestly for her own good, face flushing red as he feels an immediate pang of hunger shooting down to his lower abdomen, stirring butterflies before that pooling heat becomes downright molten between his legs.
But the effects of the rabbit meat and sauce on his system are at war with something else. The sweltering fatigue that rocks through his body as he barely gets his own words out upon admiring her body as reality briefly returns. The "overheating" Monika in her white top and pink shorts, those creamier thighs of hers hugged by her dark leggings as he finds himself swallowing oh-so-thickly on his tongue. ] You looking like that's got me...wanting to.....
[ His head dips. ]
Wanting to.....
[ And while he doesn't downright pass out? He's suddenly on the brink of it, heart hammering away wildly in his chest as his eyelids grow heavier by the second. Whatever he wants to say, it may very well have to wait. Monika hearing how badly she's making him want to get on top of her and tear those buttflossing shorts off her body. How badly he wants to outdo his old performance, overwrite and delete the hunt and just breed her for real— to the point that she'd question the next morning if she'd been knocked up. That and the numerous other unfiltered thoughts stuffed away in the back of his brain are losing to the urge to sleep, unaware of the more ethereal effects of these particular lounging chairs they find themselves lying in as he starts lowering himself down onto his side, panting softly as he looks over at her at his side. ]
Damn...I'm sleepy...
[ The sober part of him wants to fight this. To get up and get Monika out of here. The beast within him, the rabbit, wants to fill her holes copiously until all she could remember was the shame and warmth of him everywhere. And now this side? The sleepy side? Wants to take him to a place where they can test that little theory. ]