(Selene/Vilkas. Warning for: smutty stuff
Setting: Kyne's Grove Inn)
I.
The only warning he gets is a small, mischievous smile before he's pulled forward to meet her lips. It's hard not to ease into it: her lips are soft and just the right pressure and she tastes like those strawberries on her plate—
And then she's gone. She giggles at the half-drunken look on his face and turns back to her plate, a smile still on her lips.
II.
Her hair was softer then Felix's, her skin smoother so the scars stood out like blood on the snow. He had made a point to kiss the one on her stomach because she flinched the first time he touched it.
When he ran his teeth over it her legs shifted around his chest.
"We tell no one."
"Agreed."
III.
"Fuck."
He wakes up to being kicked to the floor. Looking up he sees a very displeased face wreathed in messy red hair frowning down at him.
"What is wrong with you, woman?"
"Me?" She slides out of the bed and steps over him to reach her clothes but stops when he sits up and his hand holds the back of her knee. When he tugs at it, smirking, she kneels and sits on his abdomen, her legs straddling him and pushes him onto his back.
IV.
Damnit she croons because even getting fucked on the floor feels great, even with him, whom she hated only a few weeks ago.
But biting his arms and shoulders and sometimes his thighs makes her feel a little better about the whole situation.