Fugue State

a state or period of loss of awareness of one's identity

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 What A Wicked Thing To Do, @Sarah/Talia
Jul 12 2018, 10:48 AM
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30 shifter jobless
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I won't compromise, I won't live a life, on my knees. You think I am nothing, I am nothing, you've got something coming, something coming because (We are indigos)
Furore
bisexual
dating/shipped with Talia~
Drew

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Eien
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Drew waited for her with his hair swept to the left side of his face and his trimmed facial hair making him look well worn out like a favorite leather jacket. But in his mind, he was nowhere near as cool as his stance channeled. Nerves fried, his cells bad. Thus he’d explain his present state: as what happened when acid met your back-- a lotta bad. Thus he’d put it if someone asked him, if someone forced him, if someone suggested this idea to him and in this process of collapsing in on himself as a star and being reborn as something else, he welcomed the distraction from his panic that this sensation gave. He focused on it, focused on all the conversations he could be having with all the people. All the lot curious, ever keen on peeking from around the corners. He imagined it, and after he was done imagining, another date with girlfriend neared, and though he’d been together all spring, Drew still looked at their dates as something novel.

He found himself meeting with something familiar, when it came to her. It was like minutes into being together he slipped into a face raw, dressed in such a state of nothingness that all the emotions that typically brewed hell beneath the skin were there were out on display.

He must have looked like an excellent future maniac, for sure. The right sort of fidgety, the type of a person who could pace like he had been for the past minutes for five more, and then another, and another, all his fives until he was at a hundred and he had not stopped. Talia would be showing up soon, she would be fifteen minutes early if she arrived now but suddenly, Drew was hurt by a split desire to both see her turn away, and the fear of her absence. He wanted her here, because if she didn’t arrive, his world was dead; stuck in a state of convicted uselessness as he’d explain why she’d not shown herself. He didn’t want her here because these thoughts made him sound too selfish of a man. He wanted her here because he did not want to be thinking this here.

He wanted her here, because he loved her, as he had told her, and because she both twisted and churned the pit of his stomach, leaving him with a state of profoundly sick, and also soothed and caressed his wrinkled heart; if it were the container where his soul rested, and not in the head, a single touch of Talia caused all its age to even out; it would appear deaged, kind and youthful again and like only yesterday burdened to carry in itself a soul of a single man. It’d be in a state of battered by this day.

But it was there, and Drew wanted her here again for ten other reasons he didn’t waste time to spell, and he didn’t want her here, and also admitted that in the event something stopped her in her way, he’d act like the world left; silent and dark like without a sliver of her in this life, nothing made sense, nothing needed to try.

(You have Eileen.)

He was hearing a whisper in his head. It sounded a lot like his conscience and himself.

(And you have him, and her, and him, and him--)

And then, he was seeing his pack. He took this memory and locked it fast away; behind walls, behind walls of clay, then stone, then diamond. Behind the thickest sort of wall, that of denial. He locked it away until he was back here, checking his phone, and trying to calm himself.

This was not their first date. The night was late, the star outs, and it would be the first date that he’d been awarded full freedom; even though Talia was a safe choice for a partner, Law had made a point of kind of curfew just to make sure his ass didn’t have the time to get into problem.

Drew recalled that it had taken Law a week to realize that Drew didn’t wait to get into problem.

It waited to find him, every other day.

… Or so Drew wanted to explain it, pretending it was sweet, pretending as he had pretended at the moment of looking Law in the eye and trying to explain how within two hours on his own he had broken his arm.

I don’t know, stuff just happens.

The curfew was quickly gone.

Drew almost expected an ever irritated Talia show up with Law right behind her like a shadow not even bothering to act like one; too loud and bold whereas shadows tended to be mostly forgotten. He imagined that, since as it went, Law wasn’t too pleased with him; too stubborn, too willful, too everything Law tended to call him on occasion, before dismissing it and back on the job that made him their alpha, and their god. God. What a title.

But Drew imagined that, since in light of how little Law had trusted him when saying tonight, there was no curfew, but don’t fuck up and be careful, it would behoove him to come personally after all. All to make sure that one ofhis more recent wolves hadn’t gotten himself in trouble again, for the fifth fucking time this month, and the month had just begun.

It would make sense.

Talia showed up herself when she finally did, and Drew both froze, and relaxed. When he put his hands in his pockets, he felt a strange, strong and powerful heat in them. He clenched them. His heart skipped a beat, and then plummeted; it sang a heavy rhythm.

“Talia,” he greeted, although he had no awareness of greeting her at all. He didn’t have the memory. None was formed when it was happening. He stepped out to her, similarly unaware of the smile he’d fixed her, so many things it was that it was hard to pick; tense, and wound with emotion, deep and difficult, scared and adoring both all held captive by his expression-- his eyes carried the brunt of it, too dark, too animated. And he’d blink, tension in his chest, and as they neared each other, the heat in his hands grew, and he kept them stuffed deep in his pockets to prevent motion. It so-so worked out--

It didn’t work out at all.

He withdrew one hand just as he bent his head, just as he leaned then to do something, insanity, that strangers shouldn’t do in public. You’re not strangers, he heard something in his head say. Oh, right, he thought back, we’re not.

Still, he rubbed their foreheads in a greeting, his hand guilty and on her. But he’d caught it still from cupping her warm cheek-- his fingers snagged her jaw, and instead would wind down to her throat. Still, he didn’t abandon her. His touch, as though with a life of its own, would linger on her, encompassing all of her willowy shoulder, cupping it if he wouldn’t her cheek, her throat-- and her naked skin did something to him that kept his eyes warm.

He touched their noses.

And pecked her on her lips--

“Hey,” he greeted, his tone low and private, “we got here before the DJ’s. How was work?” He leaned back, his heart in his stomach. Still, he looked at her.

Right into her bold, strong eyes as a wordless fuck you to them for their power of keeping him tame and at bay.

Fuck you.

Yeah, that was right. Fuck you. With this, with all him, for this, for all this, fuck you and he hated the heat, for a change, now in his gaze, so smoldering, so focused on her someone had hung the moon around her neck and he was a lost case.

(Fuck you.)

For sure.
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Jul 12 2018, 11:45 PM
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60 Shifter Stripper & Dance Instructor
Amur Leopard
Come closer now and step right into the wide mouth; the sharp teeth of the one you love.
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Sarah
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“Send Lito my thoughts,” Talia knew, she knew by the look on his face as he swiveled his attention across the car to where she was leaned in through the window, the door having shut behind her already, that she was about to hate his response. When it came, she could at least prove Richard never so much as disappointed, even in his irritation of her time—

“I’ll make sure he’s well loved,” the heavy of her sigh would pearl a soft smirk across his lips as she leaned and stepped back from her temporary perch upon his car windowsill. “You do the same with that wolf of yours,” his tone was too deep and Talia hated it immediately, and every insinuation it so easily bestowed itself with as she parted from her ride in a needless but warm huff. Hands tucked into the pockets of her light jacket, it's sleeves half as useful if the weather was warm as they reached down to the cup of her elbow and ceased to cover anything further.

Really a placeholder for her hands and little else.

Checking her phone along the way and the crowd would eventually see her spat out and the man she’d traveled all this way to meet, stood before her like a beacon cut through the fog. A lighthouse to her wayward ship and it sounded in her head like she’d traveled halfway across the world and in that moment, the one that painted him across her vision, she ought to pick up pace and rush before they collided in a hug that swept her feet from the ground in a spin.

She happened a lopsided smile instead, her feet like cruise control and they shifted her forward automatically towards her intended destination, a car that always turned you into a parking lot as it had been for years, even if you hadn’t been thinking about that store at all. Shifted forward to meet this man, a man Talia reminded herself, that wasn’t just that at all. The title awarded him still felt odd on her tongue. Whether out of lack of practice or simply the fact that it all felt too surreal yet, she wasn’t sure, but Drew wasn’t just a man at all. Nor she should she continue to award him as such, not when the word boyfriend was the more appropriate title.

All the same, he looked like comfort leaned against the wall and simply waiting for the right distance between them to see himself peeled off, unwasted and handed over like any such object that she’d find the perfect use for. Had been searching for forever.

Her favorite sweater, well worn and tattered but not a day would go by that she’d not long for the warm of its knitted embrace.

“Hey,”

Her name on his lips felt levels to intimate and she had every need then that she’d not heed, to glance around and make sure no one was watching as they finally collided. His form bent, needfully to see their foreheads rubbed. It hooded her eyes a bit and cast her shades warmer than she’d been a moment ago, still too on guard and watchful and yet now, she had every reason to melt a bit, though only slightly and only momentarily as his fingers glanced beneath her chin and then down—

Her own hesitant for but a brief second before it pressed palm to the center of his chest, the virulent cry of his heart hammering against her palm. This too felt too intimate, shamed her in a need to touch her cheeks with color. They’d not, but the thought was there as her hand slipped down, down his side to curl fingers around his waist in a squeeze. it felt then like he’d seen fit, with the simple touch of her shoulder and the glancing blow between their lips, to strip her bare in the midst of a crowd.

Talia felt far more naked then than she could ever recall she had in public before.

Surely this was a betrayal of several decency laws, the cloying warm of their eyes and the odd and immediate comfort in a presence that was just—

Brows furrowed then, ever so slightly, as she glanced over her shoulder and around his in a sweeping that landed her back on his impossibly dark eyes and every of their warm flecks of her hated color, for all she loved it too wildly. “Where’s our babysitter?” There was nothing like a missing in her voice as she watched him then, nothing that would suggest she was sad to see them not lingering about. The stupidly tall pair of them, one or the other and she had a hard time picturing Drew’s face without Law’s stupid almost smile or Adrian’s, very real and very stupid smile.

Lips shuttered and she’d smooth a quick lopsided smile that dug itself in and then eased back as she spoke again.

“Was work,” her shoulder shrugged in a haphazard manner, her mind a bit flustered yet without the need to retain its poise under watchful eyes. Hand still stick to his waist and she’d peel it off and let it swing to her side in a collision with his own on the way.

It’d see their fingers tangled and her smile returned, the green of her eyes speckled over in a momentary warmth. Her feet shifted in a shuffling that swung her out of the line of fire for passersby, it also shushed her words a bit as well, a conversation private and secreted to one man, the only one who'd rightfully care at all. “My last day is tomorrow,” it was nothing poignant for her, not beyond the fact that it was a promise made. Not beyond its poignancy to Drew himself. “I don’t even dance, just going in to pick up my last check and have lunch with Richard,” it marked tonight, in a sense, as a night for proper celebration, to a woman no longer half as much hard on herself.

The need to shrug was there again as she watched the ficker of his dark eyes, to make nothing of it—

The war in her head was won then, her weight shifting and a hand, the free one, braced once more over the pounding of his heart as she reached in too bold a move, one that saw her stripped again as she was none too brief or quick in the offered kiss.

Lingered and fuck everyone who wanted to watch as layers were peeled and she was left far too bare and without the feel of shame.

He wasn’t just some man, after all.

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Jul 13 2018, 08:05 AM
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30 shifter jobless
dom wolf (new)
I won't compromise, I won't live a life, on my knees. You think I am nothing, I am nothing, you've got something coming, something coming because (We are indigos)
Furore
bisexual
dating/shipped with Talia~
Drew

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Eien
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Drew grinned.

And where was Law? Or Adrian, or any other dominant wolf in the pack, where were they with their constant need to hover and examine what he’d put in his hands-- like a child, like a boy, barely aged one. Like? They weren’t here and almost happily, like he was drunk from her hand on his chest, and the other on his waist, he said, “Gone”, and they were gone indeed, even if the victory was small. Drew blinked, trying not to devolve so immediately, though the way his heart cried, savage, the rawness of the energy unleashed in him, pounding his blood, were two important physical factors that explained why he could not; why the brusqueness of her presence would not be awarded with a match in his person. Why he’d not be cool (though he wanted to be), and distant (though she’d prefer him to be), and well-behaved (though he didn’t even know the opposite, not well enough to suggest there was everything but the non form of it). Why.

Why he had the stars in his eyes so soon and all the obnoxious knowing they were out in public. Did this mean they had to dress themselves differently? That they’d paint themselves through the spaces here with a flutter of pretense and a lot of care to hide. That they’d sooner slow-dance, a feet of distance between them, than they would or act on that brash impulse to kiss her that was already in Drew’s body, leaving it taut. He felt like a bow suddenly, the sort normally abused by the hands of the dying, since every his user so far had eventually perished. Taut, and shocked to stand still, privy to a rumble of shivers as he still stupidly fought this. Behind his eyes, there was a whole new world and now it waged a war.

He smiled. Their hands tangled, it caught his breath, and he pointedly looked away at the moment of the contact, away, and away and as far away as he could (not far at all), just to feel like the distance him and the act made it easy to process.

It wasn’t.

It kept a blithe, happy smiled on him, and he looked back at her with that look on him of someone a tad drunk; that something entertained, the helpless wrinkle of his lips as though he had murmured to himself, an ever-fitting fuck, and then he just looked down at the hands between them, a quick and cautious peer at something that raced his heart.

It made it hurt in his chest now.

They were walking.

He looked up at her, focusing just barely and slowly, and they’d pass by people, wandering right out of what some were coming from. He sure he saw confusion on some people-- he assumed it was drugs, and unrelated to the way that the magic smelled at the beach here; it had an actual sensation to it, not that vague, non impressive lingering sort of imprint but something like a squeeze. Drew became sure then, as he adjusted to it, that a great kind of magic governed this place, possibly the very reason of what was causing all the enchanting displays, the talks of which had spread far and wide. He looked back at Talia at a point, ignoring the look on the others, and told her, “Oh, that’s pretty cool.” Just pick up money, and then go home? If they were any younger, he’d ask her if she planned on wasting it on alcohol. He looked away, grinning--

His eyes hooded too dark when she stopped him, and drew up. She kissed him. And his heart beat away, furiously, and Drew looked her in the eyes, confused, and scared, though calm despite both, frozen solid with a certainty he dreaded acting on. When his hand shifted on her cheek, it was both his letter of resignation, and a rush of motion that similarly rushed her forward and right into his person. He flushed their chests and met their lips and kept his hand on the back of her head where it shifted, through her thick, dark hair. He kissed her, like that.

It felt a bit salacious when a bit of tongue showed itself.

Drew pulled away---

“Sorry,” he reflexively said, smiling at her, “you got a bit too… sweet. I don’t know. You were too perfect. I couldn’t resist. Anyway.”

Coughing to clear his throat, and to liberate himself from the memory of spewing these words, all flushed in the face and neck Drew looked away, immediately saying, “Hey, look over there” and pointing somewhere in the hope it snatched her attention and made her forget.

Shame he’d pointed at some group of stragglers, just standing over there. Immediately cringing, Drew draped his arm around her shoulder, turning them both away from his lame error, saying, while he was at it, “Well, fuck, anyway. What are we even doing here?”

At that, looking down at her to give her a brow waggle, her body kept close to his as he waddled them from the spot-- at that, he said:

“I mean, obviously I can’t drink, you can, you should. So you could tipsy and beautiful. Or~ we’re totally here to bond over people being garbage. Aw yes I’m down with that.” He playfully snapped his teeth at her cheek, and nuzzled against it, dragging his noise over to the narrow pathway of it called the temple. There he bounced his nose, like an Eskimo kiss--

And murmured, naturally just in thought--

“We could try some crazy drinks… non-alcoholic. Babe, do you want to take a walk down the beach later?”

He whispered the: babe.

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Jul 15 2018, 11:19 PM
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Amur Leopard
Come closer now and step right into the wide mouth; the sharp teeth of the one you love.
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Bisexual
dating // Shipped (Drew)
Tal / T

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They were gone.

They were gone and suddenly Talia wasn’t so sure what to do with herself. If there wasn’t someone there to make sure they behaved, how would they? Could they? Should they? The last seemed a stupid question indeed. As if they were some silly lusty teens who’d never had anything between their legs save for their own exploring fingers. Settled in a car at a drive-in-movie, as if it were the fifties still and without a parent in the back surely she’d miss the whole movie and he’d miss at least half. Though how well he could watch a movie with his girlfriend bent over, lips wrapped around his cock, was up to his own constitution.

At least half would be missed, and the cars to either side allowed a blurry other movie, through the fogged windows.
Should they?

Of course they should. They were adults who were capable of being just that, even in this something new and exciting.

When Drew’s voice came again, Talia was only half aware of what she’d spoken, the idea not so fresh in her mind as the soft warm of his hand against hers as they walked a bit. Her face devoid of the smile he held on his enough for them both, devoid of a smile though the high cant of her chin spoke of everything inherently and oddly proud of this moment that had their babysitters gone and a man at her side that she’d not even now, loudly profess she loved. Whispered it, maybe, and into his ear alone.

The rest felt too bold still.

She couldn’t.

Surely the magic that coated the back of her tongue in a film would see amplified and then the world would know. The world would know before she did— she already did, but she didn’t believe it half as well as she should. The corner of her mouth twitched in a soft wannabe smile as their eyes met and his canted away again, his grin too boyish not to warm her eyes and see them off to their own corner. For a moment.

A moment before a kiss that stopped everything. Their feet and the world, the hammering of their hearts for a beat or two. Only just until it poured itself all back in a flushing. The whole world spun ‘round and turned a soft tinge of pink that warmed her cheeks a touch and saw her back from the press of him against her. The feel of his fingers through her hair—

They were gone.

Talia’s brows furrowed a bit, a lie when her mouth canted to one side in a smile that was lopsided by default before her lips pursed and it lessened itself a bit. It half believed the words from his mouth, the one half that did, believed only that he believed them as truth. The other half was simply flustered over their presence at all. Not either theirs, but the soft and brief taste of him against her tongue, as if he were a piece of candy she’d only been allowed to lick. Only the once and never again.

Her heart cried out after the unfair of this.

Attention shifting, though it wanted not to, fixated on the sweet color that clung to his person before the weight of his arm draped easily over her shoulders. It was warm and shifted her chin back as their feet lapsed and they were walking again. The hum that pursed from her throat was warm and wandering as they did the same.

“I don’t like drinking alone,” murmured, though aware it was a lie, not in her head though the manner in which she spoke it was. Cringing a little and Talia would reset the moment with a correction— ”Not when you’re around,” It was hardly fair, and hard not to devolve into something that pushed the limits of that hovering should they? It couldn’t be just her that caused the issue, surely not. Talia would apparently only agree to their mutually assured destruction, and if he wasn’t drinking (as he shouldn’t), then neither was she.

Settled.

When she laughed, it wasn’t so much that as it was a hum that wanted to chuckle and would, once. Smoothed over in a hum then as he nuzzled against her, the sound was everything warm and pliant, pliant and adoring—

“Richard gave me a whole list of things not to do,” like eat anything. “But fuck it, right? When in Rome,” her shoulder beside, shrugged then ina rub against as her far hand shifted to sneak fingers between the hand that dangled there at her shoulder. It was only right then, that the other arm not be oddly sandwiched, and instead it’d see itself wrapped around his waist. She was sure then, they looked like lovers on a stroll—

The world could judge as it saw fit, because fuck it.

Maybe they were.

A laugh then, more a chuckle, closed lip and soft as he whispered.

“Sure, babe,” her nose scrunched a little, the sound of it was too odd on her tongue and she immediately disliked it. Shook her head and covered it with an idea then and the swerving of her feet towards rows and rows of cute little decorated booths full of magic and food, and food and magic. “Later. First let’s put everything in our mouths that we shouldn’t, as per Richard’s not request,” even that didn’t sound half as much about what she wanted it to, but she’d let it slide as she scanned signs. Let them blame this slip on Richard,and whatever uncomfortable curling in the pit of them that it caused as well.

Pausing in a line eventually, something that looked ridiculously fancy and served out of coconuts and Talia’s attention finally shifted to Drew in a cheek against his chest, shifted.

“Is this a trial run, then? Gone. You think they’ll let you get a job if this goes well?”

Less because he had half their rent to pay and she couldn’t support them both, blah, blah, blah, and more over just because he was type that needed to not be pressed down beneath a thumb. Though the other thought was a quaint and swirled the inside of her like a sudden motion would birds. All a flutter and while it was nothing cute to think of, struggle… it also was.

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Jul 16 2018, 11:17 AM
370
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30 shifter jobless
dom wolf (new)
I won't compromise, I won't live a life, on my knees. You think I am nothing, I am nothing, you've got something coming, something coming because (We are indigos)
Furore
bisexual
dating/shipped with Talia~
Drew

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sweet sooty muffin
Eien
her/she | GMT +1 | 3/3/3 | Eien#0897
Drew just made an amused face at that-- ah~ So that was it. She didn’t like drinking when he was there, since he couldn’t, or he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. “I’ll just drink then,” he announced, all too jovially actually like he didn’t know, or he knew, he reveled in it. He adored it. He craved and dreamed about it, her immediate no and the end of topic. His eyes might have been dreamy as he contemplated this. He got off her no’s like some people get off people-- off necks, with a fetish for the legs, a dream of the space between them and then, the building heat in the loins expunged itself, and in its absence the world felt tame again.

She’d tell him no. And he really, really shouldn’t. Although he liked to think he was ready, he thought about alcohol and sometimes it dried his mouth. When it did his throat, too, when he felt alert, and nervous, he knew that some ol’ belief that alcohol treated wound had been stirred.

If had just now and his throat was dry. Drew ignored it.

Focused, instead, on her laugh-- her laugh. Her laugh. It was soft, but it danced in his ears, he saw it in his eyes. For a moment, his vision turned different and wild; painted in all the colors and no dark, it was vivid, it was bright, it had her little laugh skipping from side to side much like a being, one of joyous life. He swallowed. Nervous, and aware she was beautiful, and though he was sure he had somehow known all along, the levels of her beauty were only now registering. They felt awesome and staggering. With a facsimile of interest, Drew believed that he’d die.

He smiled.

“Eh, fuck Richard,” he said warmly, and dispassionately, not at all meaning the words-- “What kind of things?” he asked, curious then. He could imagine it. He could actually not. He knew nothing about Richard, just his general existence as Talia’s beta, her (soon to be ex) boss, and her overall friend, if the little mental math Drew had done was right. He was her friend, and he had the best in mind for her which didn’t necessarily mean much; Drew looked at Talia and saw a woman so fiercely independent he already imagined every slow turn of her nose at the great any care just offered.

Didn’t have to be Richard’s case… Still-- Drew saw how she’d decline each and every, the cool manner of speaking, her clipped no, and the threat of a fuck-you if you she was pushed.

Gorgeous.

His stomach twisted so horribly Drew did wonder if he was sick. He blinked.

And slanted a mock angry look at her, something far beyond just mock if his acting there would have earned him a frown; so bad, so bad at the expression he made he was, looking down at her as they walked and their perfectly slow, meandering tempo wound her arm around his waist, repeated her laugh and echoed his own title at him back, delighting him so he’d not have even successfully put it into words, and freezing in another portion, from pure soft shock.

His heart beat so hard it hurt.

Babe.

Although she made a face like he’d put shit for her to sniff.

Drew chuckled.

“Christ, come on, it’s just a word. Baby~”

Although at this one it was his turn to mirror her expression, even down to the way he scrunched up his nose though his oh, go to fuck off to a word was much more obvious. He blinked, looking around them, smiling mischievously as they started for a line and Drew couldn’t help but echo, “Everything in our we mouths we shouldn’t, huh? I got something for you to put into your mouth.”

He couldn’t help it (he could). He waggled his brows at her.

And there relaxed the hand he’d hand wrapped around her shoulders for a minute or so, though the arm didn’t entirely slip off. Relax. Just that.

His expression was fairly neutral as he answered her then. Her face was against his chest and it was the sweetest he had felt.

“Nah, I don’t know. Law insists I’m just not ready. But he also says I could do well, depending on the place. He’s suggested I wait tables at his bar.” Drew made a bit of a grimace at it. He looked amused. “You know, not saying it’s the case with Thirsty Dale, but I’ve had my fair share of wandering hands to say yes. I’ll pass on that.”

He turned away at that, slowly so, all to hypnotize the slowly dwindling line and all those happy and served, with ridiculous looking drinks in their hold.

“You know, I’ve… I’ve actually been thinking I should return to medicine.”

Stated, just so lightly. Paired with a smile that matched it, and Drew looked back at her, and as they waited he decided to fuss with her hair. Brush this strand back, brush through another ten, touch all over and then shape the length of her neck.

That hooded his gaze.

Silent suddenly, with a tense look in his eyes, Drew caressed her throat, a look of intent upon his features. He tried relaxing it.

The line was moving and the stand served only the coconut drink.

One more and Drew cheerfully said, “Hi. Er, two of those, whatever they are, please?”

And whilst the person worked on filling out his order, quick as it would be, Drew looked at Tal--

“I was only missing my residency actually,” he was saying, with one hand searching his pocket for a wallet.

“So, I could return to it I guess. I’d need to look into it again but I don’t know. Probably a stupid thought.”

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Jul 16 2018, 11:06 PM
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60 Shifter Stripper & Dance Instructor
Amur Leopard
Come closer now and step right into the wide mouth; the sharp teeth of the one you love.
Cautela Pard Alpha
Bisexual
dating // Shipped (Drew)
Tal / T

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haterade
Sarah
she/her/that bitch | PST | 3/3/3 | Sarahroo#5726
No.

She was sure she’d said it at some point, snapped it from her tongue maybe, but she couldn’t be sure now. Everything seemed to be erased in the moment afterward… and then the one after that, and after that, and after that— a woman living in the moment as if each one held some cute and secret gift to the mystery of life, not in the moment itself at all, but in the warm of him, this man beside her that wasn’t just a man at all. In his stupid grin and the infuriating shift of speckles in his eyes she’d once damned for being there at all. She still hated the color, it still hurt, somewhere deep inside like a shard of glass she’d once swallowed and not yet found cause enough to rid herself of.

But had someone popped up then and offered to change them, change his gaze to perfect summery blue, or warm deep wintry brown and without a hint of cinnamon anywhere, she’d have found something slightly dull though sharp enough, and see them ended.

She’d hated it and in some reality and in some thoughts, she still did. But not when in context of the man that now held them, shown them at her like he knew how much it ached the past. He needed it there in her returned peer, the hurt of some long ago love lounging on a beach with a rich fuckboy on his arm, or was he…—no matter, Drew needed it there just as well as she. The only way to right a wrong was to identify it first.

“I’d rather not,” it huffed from her in a drawl that was both the verbal eye roll she needed it to be, and the soft tinge of a needed laugh that wouldn’t be. Right before her shoulder jumped, once more the nearest one, though to her credit it was also the most shrugged one. That it happened to rub against Drew in its waving off was of no real consequence—

A cute lie that would have pinked her cheeks had it been called out by any old stranger.

And fuck you, you don’t know!

She shrugged.

“Don’t eat anything. Don’t drink anything. Don’t go in the water. Avoid the park. Don’t touch anything magical,” a sigh then. She’d not been aware she’d needed a new father, but apparently Richard had elected to be her stand in for now. he meant well and she knew as much, the tipping of the far side of her mouth said as much. Appreciated it, she had even as she told him to fuck off and even as he’d smirked at her and gone back to doing whatever it was he did. If she had to guess it was everything to do with his witch and flat surfaces.

The heavy warm fit of his hand at her waist would pitter-pattered her heart, though the world was loud she was sure he could hear it. Was sure she hated that he could. She couldn’t pick up his, but she was sure he could hers, as furiously as it beat against the back of her throat, like it might jump itself out and flop about at their feet like a fish out of water. The frown across her face was redundant by the time she called her bluff—

She’d walked herself into it, Talia might have noticed it had she been thinking anything beyond where to place her next footfall. Talia was sure she was expected to thwart this—

“Here? This is quite the audience, but alright,” that shoulder shrugged again, rubbed against his side as she refused the expected with a gallant and resounding nah, fuck off and the subtle jog of her brows.

The moment over, though she was sure she could feel the pattern of his heart against her cheek as he asked about his future, immediate or otherwise, though she hoped it was the former. By the sound of his voice, he didn’t think it would be. Peered at him all the while, their place in line all but forgotten about beyond the shuffle of their feet as they moved. “A bar doesn’t sound a wise choice, tables or not,” not that she’d question the motives of the other alpha, or his say in the matter—

His words then would swing her gaze around to peer at him like he’d trumpeted out a key only five other singers had ever hit, or rattled off the answer to a equation that took up four blackboards to figure.

Medicine.

“You’d go back, then?”

She remembered their talk, rambling and wayward and it’d been something he’d glanced over but spent no real time discussing, not really. Her curiosity was (rightfully) tamed then as his fingers slipped from her hair to the length of her throat. The cat behind her eyes paced and ruffled though she could no longer, and hadn’t been able for a while now, tell to what end it was working itself up over. Irritated out of malice, or dominant and huffy, or that red place that swallowed her a bit harder than usual and slipped fingers over the sought after spot between her thighs in the dead of night—

In any hour before she knew she’d be stuck in a room with him, as if this was a specific and lasting sort of torture—

Gaze hooded and she’d watch him pull away like the moment were too surreal and she wasn’t sure if she watching real life or a picture perfect movie that left her with the tingling sensation against her throat. She floated forward, she was sure she floated when she reached his side against. Her arm felt weird and heavy without a waist to drape itself over—

“It’s not stupid,” her brows furrowed in offense then, her shoulder knocking against his arm in a soft leaned shove that’d do nothing to displace either of them. “No more stupid than teaching people to dance,” which was, a rather wasted job as far as jobs went, much like teaching people pottery. Only two percent of her students would ever use it and only if their mothers forced them to continue. “You should,“ stated firmly.

She wanted it to be firm, though it cooed too much and was too soft. Not a command but a willing of him to chase his dreams, if this was at all it to begin with.

“So long as it’s—” paused as she was handed a husk full of liquid she’d not even remembered catching that he’d ordered. it’s outer shell oddly textured in her hands as she murmured a soft bit of thanks before stepping to the side a ways and continuing her thought— “so long as it’s what you want,” Talia’s eyes were impossibly green when they flicked back her mouth canting to one side. “If it helps I’ll tell you not to and you can defy me… or I can dare you to,” her laugh was huffed and several before she settled.

“You should though,”

And to that she’d clonk their proverbial… and literal, nuts together and fit a straw to the crook of her mouth. The side canted in a lingering lopsided smile.

“Though I'd probably be proud and gross about it, and really... we wouldn't want that,”

Her cheeks gathered a bit before she erased the growing grin in a drawing of cool, tropical refreshment.

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Drew almost slapped her shoulder. “Heey,” he protested. “You’re on a quota. One shoulder shrug a week or you’re out.”

Seriously though, that was bullshit don’t shrug so much. He thought, controlling. Was this controlling? Drew suddenly let go of his own reasons entirely and wondered if it was dumb to sort of insist on it? A guardian of nothing in particular, a punisher of no crime at all-- just. Shrugging, like shrugging should be considered with the same sort of distaste murder was--- or rape, which was to say, eh. That was still questionable and depended on what polite and educated society you were a part of. He grimaced, however, briefly humming in answer-- the topic of alcohol would no longer be pushed, not as far as he was considered and definitely tonight not. Instead, he hm’ed thoughtfully, and was silent.

Would he? But would he go back? The answer was on his lips even before he said it.

“Yeah. Well,”
he began but he’d not finish it. She’d continue instead, berating herself to prove that if he put himself down it also… put her down. Logic. Not so sound if he was to be honest, but he could see what she was saying. And so, he just smiled at her, watching her for a moment as she appeared alight with power, his young, powerful sun and he swelled with random pride at the moment, not fussed to figure out where it was from or do much with it outside of thinking--

Yeah.

Yeah, a random, empty--- yeah.

It was as suffocatingly warm as a confessed something else.

He blinked.

Accepted the drink, paying for it first of course and then taking it in his hand swiftly once the wallet had been pocketed, just as quick to move away with his drink since he didn’t want to hold back the line, and like just Tal, even Drew wouldn’t drink yet. He couldn’t. Focused on her like nothing else mattered (it didn’t. period)--

Focused on her since nothing else mattered, he smiled, not sure why, not caring to find out, he said, “Har har”, toasting the drinks, and smirking all the while. He looked a bit too amused. And then almost choked on his drink, sipping a bit further just to prove a nonsensical point, pinning her with an inquisitive look he didn’t act on until his drinking was over and he lowered the drink and its straw from his mouth--

“Well, gross, we don’t want that, do we.” Why he had a bit of that drink on his lips he didn’t know. But it was coconutty, pineappley, and sweet.

Drew sucked on the lower one, dragging it between his teeth and reflexively switching hands just so he could bring the one that had been holding the drink to his mouth for some damage control in terms of potential spillage. None to little, and he hummed briefly, just a filter noise, and said, sounding distracted, “But yeah anyway, I mean I could. I do have a medical degree, but I don’t have residency. Mom really wanted me to become a neurologist, the only reason she didn’t pitch a fit that I was going to choose general practice was because she didn’t have the time to, technically. I tried to kill myself too quickly.”

And that, confessed without a filter, earned him a look from someone who’d just so happened to overhear-- Drew, nudging Tal to follow with to simply walk as they talked, ignored that, even intentionally nonchalant about the man’s face.

Fuck you, really, though this was a casual, dispassionate fuck you. It didn’t matter.

They moved, and he crooned to her, playfully bumping their hips and curling his free arm around her so she was again shoved against him---

“You know, you’d be really that proud. If you had a lover who was in medicine. Hell, yeah, baby, if you ever get super old and kinda gross and ugly, I’ll be tots there to be both old, gross, and ugly with you but also prescribe us all the pills to make sure we’re old, gross, ugly, buuuut not in pain.”

“That’s marriage material right there, don’t even lie.”


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Or you’re out.

Something defiant in her wanted to argue against this notion. It was decidedly the whole of her. To shrug her shoulders and see him toss her to the side like there was no greater affront to his person than this act of hers. And how dare she shrug again! While she thought of it, she also thought better of it. Never had Drew been an overly serious person, not in this sense,and yet what if this was the end all for the be all. What if this was that last straw that fluttered down upon his back? It’d be for the best, some part of her believed that—

Could she continue on knowing it’d been that one tiny act of defiance that landed her back where she’d been only months ago? Bitter and very much alone. Even if her mind found it hard to remember she wasn’t the latter any longer. Bitter was a harder thing to contend with. She couldn’t even claim this was something she’d just found, technically she’d found this long whiles ago, but it was only just in it infancy now.

Talia’s mind thought this through in its background, a running process behind the one pulled up before the user’s eyes. To the detriment of her person, what had she done to sink herself in so far that she pondered over the continuing of her person without? It felt heavy then as she offered Drew a lopsided smirk, the sort that shifted her straw to the side and—

She’d not shrug, but the want was there with bells on.

Every intent to see them rise and fall would die then, in the shadow of his teeth against his lower lip. The most interesting thing in the room, so to speak, if her lingering gaze was anything trustworthy. It was into this very expression that she’d also frown when he spoke next. Not over his mother (she was terrible and Talia was glad she’d never meet her) nor the idea of this one last hurdle to get to where he’d wanted to go at one point. No, not over either of these, rather it was over the mention of his almost end. It felt such a stark reminder that he was anything but the focused and vivacious man he was with her. That he was also and at one point, that man she’d seen once that was full of lows. Low even enough to put a gun to his mouth.

“In other words, it’s not that far a reach,”

They were walking again, the night warm and it slipped over their skin like silk, nothing she’d have noted had it been any other time. Or hadn’t the press of an arm around her once more shoved her against something warmer still. It wasn’t cool enough to be anything but oppressive if they stood still. Not with the combined heat where their sides connected.

Humming softly, a thoughtful noise that did nothing to match to roll of her eyes, it was soft when it came.

“Yeah sure, let’s just be super gross. You become a doctor and I’ll totally marry you,” a soft snort, a huffed sort of amused sound and they’d continue wandering, the refreshing light drink dancing over her tongue in slow sips.

“That’d dash your idea of lovers though, everyone knows married people don’t do any of that,” though… “though, by that, we’re more married than ever,” a quiet laugh, amused and pulsed from the corner of her mouth, or seemingly so. It sounded bitter, though her features were none of it, softening and quiet, her eyes hooded contentedly as her arm wrapped around his middle.

The world felt light and buoyant then and she wasn’t entirely sure why. Just that it was. Just that it was even as it rushed by her in a blur of soft warm air. The middle of her felt odd as well, levels warmer than usual, stirred around and disturbed. It felt a swirling mess and Talia wasn’t sure why, though it was nothing unpleasant.

“Sounds like we’re doomed, doesn’t it,” Talia’s voice was warm then, amused as they wandered through the crowd and she watched people shift about and part to see them seamlessly through. “Woe is us, stuck together~”

Laughed.

It felt so many levels of lighter than she’d intended, her mood as well as her gaze slipped to the tall, round ride that rotated itself and its tiny little buckets. All alight in tiny twinkling lights. It made the muscle in her chest pitter patter and the arm about his waist squeeze itself back towards her, pushing hip over hip and side over side. Transfixed a moment and her arm would loosen and tuck her hand in his in a tugging that saw them forward a bit faster and towards this languid spinning wheel.

“C’mon.” Already moving and she’d only ask along the way, as she half walked and half insisted on tugging with the gentle swing of heir arms between. “Wanna make-out on the Ferris wheel before we’re doomed to that forever? Yano, before my tits sag and your dick doesn’t work,”

Woe was them indeed, or so spoke her soft, spreading grin.

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“In other words, it isn’t.”

Although now that he thought about it, was it a good idea? Drew, suddenly, wasn’t sure where this idea ranked among the available options of important, right, wise, and then the given opposites-- not. How. And where. Blank-headed for a moment, like he had nothing in there except for the memory of her tits that he’d just discovered recently, he stared at nothing in particular, but sipping on his drink. It was sweet. Light. Lovely. And surprisingly it actually tasted strong, and milky, and like coconut instead of the cheap look-alikes he often came across, pale replicas of the true thing that tossed in a flavor enhancer and called it quits. He blinked, thinking to himself and he laughed at her words, marriage suggested and the situation hilarious. Wild and. Impossible. Marrying? The two of them? No offense to those who didn’t need it but they ain’t even fucked yet. For all he knew, she didn’t even have a pussy. He didn’t have a dick. He was sure she’d not seen it, likely didn’t want to-- he couldn’t blame her. Although he wasn’t about to put his through some beauty pageant, in truth he believed dicks looked kind of gross. It pegged to question why he’d put so many in his mouth then. He laughed, yet again, as soft, as careful with the noise as though he were afraid that if he were any loud he’d have fingers pointed at him--

Lies, lies, you want to marry her, you want it!

Drew couldn’t deny it.

He was seeing a humble, quaint abode with all the crazy decor that helped color it, ranging from the most abstract paintings to random vases or statues that looked looming. He was seeing an apartment, not a house, but an apartment, humble, one level only which was oddly important to him. He hated the thought of a courtyard, suddenly.

Or the thought of a dog named Buddy.

“Woe is us~” he agreed. “I’ll get you a goddamn ring from some bullshit, I don’t know. Lemme find you a strand of grass and then wrestle it to wrap around like a ring. Voila, mi amor, marry me.” He shot her a grin, and playfully snapped his teeth at her temple, smooshing nose against the same spot. He hummed. When he noticed she was looking somewhere, ponderous, he followed in cue. There it loomed, large and gorgeous, and he blinked, grinned, even if faintly, not yet connecting that was their next course but simultaneously riveting all of his attention on it like his next Talia. When her suggestion came, he finished his drink quickly, tossed it into a garbage can nearby and followed along, rushing--

“What. I’d always get my dick to work. I don’t give a shit, it’s getting fucking crutches for all I care. Now your tits~”

Your tits, or possibly the best kind of a thing to trail off on as they stopped at the line that wasn’t surprisingly so long, and the ride wasn't too costly, which was neat. Once there, he bent and whispered in her ear, mocking a suspicious look at the guy ahead of them in the line, “Were you serious about the making out? Since, you know, I’m super willing to say oh I hope the wheel doesn’t break and then bam. It breaks. And we're stuck there. Making out. Luck.” He grinned powerfully, leaning back--

“It ain’t on my side.”

Punctuated. His hand slipped, sliding down to her side, down. Down and down to creep over her ass and as they sped in line and were rushed off to a cabin with just the two of them, and soon after propelled to heights, Drew pounced.

His hand on her ass, and her body urged into his lap, wrestling for no reason at all just to get some motion into their interaction. Until he had her where she accepted her position, likely straddling him, his hands squeezing her ass and his lips nibbling on her neck, mouthing over the skin in a path to her chin.

He nibbled on her.

He bit.

Right around the spot where she’d have an adam’s apple, where she a man at all, and he bit-- a tad too savagely, enough to bruise her skin, before winding up, his hand following along; over the length of her body, her back, her spine, her neck, her hair, fisting through and angling her head his way.

So he could kiss her, and with the other arm he held her closer towards himself, chest to chest so he could get a taste of her in some way. Her breasts were squeezed against him, and he thought that it trembled that weird, limping control in him that was all too ready to keel if it meant he fucked her pussy. It was a thought that wasn’t fleeting, and it ruled over him, briefly. He tasted the coconut on her lips and thought, suddenly, randomly, that this weight he often used to feel wasn’t here. For some reason or another, the noise of his pack was no longer in his head-- where it had gone he couldn’t be sure, but the spaces had been vacated, freshly as well, happily filled with Talia and her neck and when the kiss broke, he was thoughtful for a moment, wearing a frown.

He flashed a look at her and his eyes.

They didn’t burn in a different color.

“I think something’s wrong,” he said, though he didn’t sound troubled at all. His hand caressed her chest from her neck to the space between her breasts.

He grinned.

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