[AN this is kinda random, i dont even know where it came from really. Anyway, enjoy and review.]
He started swearing as he felt her nails dig into his skin, his body already reacting strongly to her blatant forwardness.
"Cana, you're so fucking wild"
He half carried her half, dragged her down the hall to her bedroom with the kind of lustful urgency only liquor could spur upon a man. Just as subtlety wasn't her thing, he wasn't a gentle soul. Still, he knew she wasn't some fairy tale princess made of glass, no matter her guilds namesake. Like himself, his woman was a warrior through and through. She could take whatever he gave out, in many ways she was one of the few he saw as an equal and a worthy challenge.
"Oh Bacchus," she groaned into his neck as his fingers tightened into her hair. Deceptively delicate hands, so typical of a card mage, clutched painfully at his shoulders as he gave up on the notion of getting the misbehaving vixen to a bed.
Slamming her back to the wall, using more force then he'd normally show to something so exotic, he felt his soul shiver at her moan. It wasn't nearly enough to sate the falcon and he immediately latched his lips to her neck, not shy to use his teeth and breathing in her scent, a pleasant smell of fine wine and what he could only describe as the ocean.
His aggression was only matched by her own as he gasped his surprise at her ripping off his armor. He'd known she was strong, anyone that hoisted about barrels of liquor in an inebriated state had some freaky genetics going on, mage or not. However, even he was taken aback by her ability to match his fight for dominance as fought to use her inhumane strength to force him along the hallway, his palms, surely painfully pressing into her side as she ravaged his mouth.
Ill prepared for her attack he fell backward painfully to the floor, her body landing hard on his, her teeth drawing blood from his lips. Certainly, there would be bruising tomorrow and he assuredly did not care. Almost instinctively, his skilled hands ripped at her clothes, as she groaned into his mouth, clearly not expected herself to be straddling his body while having her clothes ripped off in the middle of the hallway.
Breathing heavy, she showed the first sign of gentleness either of them had as she leaned in to kiss him softly before drawing back quickly, a blush having nothing to do with the excessive amount of sake in her system as she smiled down at him.
And that was all it took for Bacchus to know he was screwed. His soul trembled at the sight of her, his mind could barely comprehend the change from aggressive to gentle and not to mention his body's reaction. It was in this moment he knew, she was better than the finest whiskey's, a delicacy only he'd be allowed to palate.
Pulling her back towards him for another lewd make out session, Bacchus vowed that he'd leave dealing with his emotions for when he was sober. Fr now, it was just him and her.