[His shaded glasses can't hide his expression, the honest surprise. How can she not have a pack? She's young, healthy. It doesn't make sense as to what he knew or had known. And that isn't information to be offered up the same way Matt is closed lipped.]
Okay.
[The answer came before his awareness. Instinct and necessity of his own coming to the foreground.]
You're no trouble.
[That he knows he says for sure, smile quirked.]
Easy for me to say right now though.
[Being propositioned out here in the public, it's a dream. It's a fantasy. But this is now.]
[ Natasha nods and follows him, knowing his own senses are not like a human who is blind. She doesn't know just how much his senses are heightened, but she still feels drawn to him in a way she hasn't to anyone else.
In nearly every other case, she has had her suppressants in her system, or she's been able to resist acting on any kind of attraction. Here and now... she just goes along with it because she wants to.
Just like she leans in to press her nose and mouth to the side of Matt's neck once they are away from the street. Muffled into his skin, ]
[The long hours of the afternoon extend the shadows. And between the brickwork they're alone. Instead of being overwhelmed by the city, he breathes in her hair. Yes, a wolf. Yes, a she wolf in need.]
I know a place. It'll be quiet and private.
[The idea of taking her home, of coating the apartment in her scent is not just a tease to himself later but a disadvantage. She may not have a pack, she may not have a mate, there might be more to the story. Complications to himself later for simple solutions now wouldn't be fair.
Matt swallows thickly and his lips graze her shoulder, through clothes he knows her skin is getting hotter.]
[ She returns the favor in smelling his hair as he kisses her shoulder through her clothes, getting confirmation that he is a wolf. One that smells better than any other she's come into contact with before.
It's so strange... ]
I don't even know your name.
[ But she's smiling some as she says it, amused at how quick things are proceeding. ]
[Again his brain is moving slowly against his body, his impulses. He wets his lips and indulges in putting an arm around her waist. Smell, sound, heat, all the details that make him see with his world on fire don't need touch, he wants it.]
We'll go someplace private.
[Not the apartment. Fogwell's is shut down. They won't be disturbed and it has't been torn down. Not yet. And the thought of having a playmate in such a place makes his heart rate tick up.]
You can slip away whenever you want.
[Whenever. Well. After. There has to be a before and a during. No after!]
[ She's still smiling, running her teeth along the shell of his ear when he lifts his head back up. She's never seen Fogwell's so this is just another way of discovering this seemingly endless city. ]
I'm Natalie.
[ He doesn't need to know anything else. Not when this is all they will have together. Why make it more complicated than it needs to be? This is simply to give her an outlet -- and he gets something out of it, too. ]
[The way words form around her smile, another means of being stimulated for Matt. His ears, nose and senses are keen. Does she know the appeal? Living as a blind wolf he can only imagine. He was told he doesn't need anyone or anything. Natalie in her warmth, spreading through her body and clearly building and aching for release, he can't resist.]
Let's go.
[He shivers at the touch of teeth, his fingers indulge to curl into the ends of her hair for a little tug, nothing harsh. Matt snickers like a naughty school boy.]
I think you'll like it.
[For all it's age, the charm is there. The open ring, the ropes the privacy and showers too.]
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Okay.
[The answer came before his awareness. Instinct and necessity of his own coming to the foreground.]
You're no trouble.
[That he knows he says for sure, smile quirked.]
Easy for me to say right now though.
[Being propositioned out here in the public, it's a dream. It's a fantasy. But this is now.]
Come with me.
[Back toward the alleyways. More quiet.]
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In nearly every other case, she has had her suppressants in her system, or she's been able to resist acting on any kind of attraction. Here and now... she just goes along with it because she wants to.
Just like she leans in to press her nose and mouth to the side of Matt's neck once they are away from the street. Muffled into his skin, ]
Thank you.
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I know a place. It'll be quiet and private.
[The idea of taking her home, of coating the apartment in her scent is not just a tease to himself later but a disadvantage. She may not have a pack, she may not have a mate, there might be more to the story. Complications to himself later for simple solutions now wouldn't be fair.
Matt swallows thickly and his lips graze her shoulder, through clothes he knows her skin is getting hotter.]
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It's so strange... ]
I don't even know your name.
[ But she's smiling some as she says it, amused at how quick things are proceeding. ]
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[Again his brain is moving slowly against his body, his impulses. He wets his lips and indulges in putting an arm around her waist. Smell, sound, heat, all the details that make him see with his world on fire don't need touch, he wants it.]
We'll go someplace private.
[Not the apartment. Fogwell's is shut down. They won't be disturbed and it has't been torn down. Not yet. And the thought of having a playmate in such a place makes his heart rate tick up.]
You can slip away whenever you want.
[Whenever. Well. After. There has to be a before and a during. No after!]
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[ She's still smiling, running her teeth along the shell of his ear when he lifts his head back up. She's never seen Fogwell's so this is just another way of discovering this seemingly endless city. ]
I'm Natalie.
[ He doesn't need to know anything else. Not when this is all they will have together. Why make it more complicated than it needs to be? This is simply to give her an outlet -- and he gets something out of it, too. ]
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Let's go.
[He shivers at the touch of teeth, his fingers indulge to curl into the ends of her hair for a little tug, nothing harsh. Matt snickers like a naughty school boy.]
I think you'll like it.
[For all it's age, the charm is there. The open ring, the ropes the privacy and showers too.]