There's a split second where even Daisy isn't sure how she's going to react to those two key words, breath catching momentarily in the back of her throat even as warmth floods her face—
But then she lifts her arms, if with a fond roll of her eyes and a faint snort of, "Cheeky..."
"I'd be disappointed if that got you tame for the night," Erin murmurs, even as she pulls the shirt up and -
(Throw it outside it'll be hot.)
As correct as you are, we own two shirts between us right now, so. No?
(Damnit.)
Later, head voice, later.
- tosses it onto the floor in the house. Roaming hands frame Daisy's breasts, squeezing and lifting, putting on a show. "Doesn't it have an appeal, though? We both get so tired of playing at being human sometimes..."
Daisy's hands fall back to the sill to support herself, being careful not to crack the wood or stone even as her knuckles whiten. The flush in her cheeks spreads across pale skin, patches of scar tissue stark where the colour doesn't take so well.
"Y-Yeah," comes out after a moment, head nodding where it droops forward once again. Eyes half-closed, she can't help but watch the way Erin's hands toy with her. The noises that slip free of her are low and rumbling, something just to the left of anything truly humanlike. "Y-Yeah, it does. Still cheeky, though."
"Mmm, we're both cheeky. Be my good dog, Daisy. At least until you get bored and fuck me for revenge." Erin pinches Daisy's nipples and tugs on them, smirking against her lover's neck. "Do say yes, so I can turn you around and fuck you in this window..."
A strangled little moan is followed smoothly by a deep, animalistic growl that Erin will know isn't a threat, or a warning, or anything of the like—she's heard those kinds of growls before, and they're nothing like this. It's heated, and feral, and just a little bit needy.
Her head nods again, claws scraping at the sill. "Y-Yes, okay— yes."
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There's a split second where even Daisy isn't sure how she's going to react to those two key words, breath catching momentarily in the back of her throat even as warmth floods her face—
But then she lifts her arms, if with a fond roll of her eyes and a faint snort of, "Cheeky..."
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(Throw it outside it'll be hot.)
As correct as you are, we own two shirts between us right now, so. No?
(Damnit.)
Later, head voice, later.
- tosses it onto the floor in the house. Roaming hands frame Daisy's breasts, squeezing and lifting, putting on a show. "Doesn't it have an appeal, though? We both get so tired of playing at being human sometimes..."
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Daisy's hands fall back to the sill to support herself, being careful not to crack the wood or stone even as her knuckles whiten. The flush in her cheeks spreads across pale skin, patches of scar tissue stark where the colour doesn't take so well.
"Y-Yeah," comes out after a moment, head nodding where it droops forward once again. Eyes half-closed, she can't help but watch the way Erin's hands toy with her. The noises that slip free of her are low and rumbling, something just to the left of anything truly humanlike. "Y-Yeah, it does. Still cheeky, though."
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A strangled little moan is followed smoothly by a deep, animalistic growl that Erin will know isn't a threat, or a warning, or anything of the like—she's heard those kinds of growls before, and they're nothing like this. It's heated, and feral, and just a little bit needy.
Her head nods again, claws scraping at the sill. "Y-Yes, okay— yes."