(the press of lappland's knee to her crotch wasn't quite a surprise, but she did growl again. as though she threatens to snap those teeth of hers down at any time on lappland, but maybe that's further hypocritical of her. not the way her hands hike that dress up and run along pale thighs. to grab and squeeze into the meat of them while gloved fingertips and trimmed claws press down into the inner part in a threat of their own. she couldn't care about waiting the longer this provocation continues.
this song and dance they've both been locked in about their history in some ways. the gentle stroke made her raise a brow, but what came after was another story. texas snarls out curses under her breath at lappland's pinch from being caught off guard, seems like someone has taught her other "words" from one of her friends. at least by the string of "fuck" being hissed out over a yelp before texas forces it down.) Sorry, but I don't believe that either of us counts as true wolves with the things we've done. (one killed her familiga, her father even, and left. the other? the other was no better on terms of misdeeds from her exile.
but that didn't change the way her body is reacting, how their bodies are reacting to one another. her point is still one that she means. why would they count, why would lappland even count as a true wolf? they aren't, lappland especially is not.
cellinia doesn't even come close with teeth slicing into one of those ears of hers, the other flicks upwards and tenses for once. sensitive, but they have sensitive ears or texas does. her claws dig and grip into lappland's thighs through the gloves, as if they want to rip through and move her legs aside. she's thinking about it, she wouldn't kneel or be tamed by anyone.
that's always rung true, even in a hellhole like the golden peacock. yet it didn't stop her from liking it, from liking how lappland tries. tries to tame her, tries to keep up with her and have her. yes, texas likes it a little too much with not making this easy.)
Because we're both not even cut out to be true wolves. Us? The two that ran away and were thrown out? That isn't even much of a joke to make you laugh, of all damn people if someone else said it.
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this song and dance they've both been locked in about their history in some ways. the gentle stroke made her raise a brow, but what came after was another story. texas snarls out curses under her breath at lappland's pinch from being caught off guard, seems like someone has taught her other "words" from one of her friends. at least by the string of "fuck" being hissed out over a yelp before texas forces it down.) Sorry, but I don't believe that either of us counts as true wolves with the things we've done. (one killed her familiga, her father even, and left. the other? the other was no better on terms of misdeeds from her exile.
but that didn't change the way her body is reacting, how their bodies are reacting to one another. her point is still one that she means. why would they count, why would lappland even count as a true wolf? they aren't, lappland especially is not.
cellinia doesn't even come close with teeth slicing into one of those ears of hers, the other flicks upwards and tenses for once. sensitive, but they have sensitive ears or texas does. her claws dig and grip into lappland's thighs through the gloves, as if they want to rip through and move her legs aside. she's thinking about it, she wouldn't kneel or be tamed by anyone.
that's always rung true, even in a hellhole like the golden peacock. yet it didn't stop her from liking it, from liking how lappland tries. tries to tame her, tries to keep up with her and have her. yes, texas likes it a little too much with not making this easy.)
Because we're both not even cut out to be true wolves. Us? The two that ran away and were thrown out? That isn't even much of a joke to make you laugh, of all damn people if someone else said it.