He growls beneath that soft touch, the tips of her delicate fingers brushing oh so gently again sun-kissed skin, and somewhere with the fae woman is a wave of... satisfaction at the sound of his lust she so evoked from him. It was as though each moment she allowed for her fingertips to trail along the contours of toned muscle, the tattered remains of his self control was growing ever weaker, like she were unwinding a thread, setting fire to every fiber until there would be nothing left. Blush-colored lips part then as her breaths become quicker, spurred on by the fire threatening to engulf her entirely, that warmth overwhelming in every sense that she cannot feel the cold of those bricks at her back. She realizes then that the more Andras wanted and took from her, the more he pressed his lips against her skin and grazed his teeth teasingly against her flesh, those burning flames climbed ever higher. In the wake of his fierce lust that teetered so dangerously on the edge, perhaps only one small gesture away from crumbling, her own was ignited beyond anything she'd felt before. There was something... instinctive and almost primal about the way that his desire drove hers further and further still with each brushing of his lips and heated breath against her bare skin that has now grown so utterly sensitive and wildly aware of him. It was as though the deepest parts of them were locked in a dance of fiery passion, the tempo to which they moved together quickening, intensifying as every ragged breath was pulled from their lips in hastening succession. He presses into her, his desire pressing firmly into her stomach, that mere act alone dragging another soft moan unbidden from parted blush-colored lips. In wordless reply, the fae woman allows those fingertips which had moments ago been teasing the soft and surely sensitive skin of his stomach to slip beneath the waistline of the boundary that kept his skin from her own, gripping the material tightly in a fusion of pleasure from his touch and the craving for more. Thoughts unbidden take her to that night in his bedroom long ago, the fae man having pinned her beneath his naked frame, and Lani finds herself very nearly wanting to undo those pants upon him now so that she might see all of him as she nearly had three years ago.

She can feel him unraveling even further now... further still as he leans there against her, shock echoing within his hazel gaze at the sultry smile that blossoms upon her lips, baby blue eyes blinking up at the fae man as she ushers those words that undo him completely.

At last, the fae woman can feel his hand upon her hip as it finally removes itself from the hole it surely left in the brink behind her, but she truly couldn't care less about that hole. No, every sense was wrapped up entirely with his now, the outside world lost to Lani as he tugs her flush against him now, elegantly curled hair tousled by the sudden movement. His other strong hand is quick to follow, burying itself within her hair as he holds her almost possessively, an entirely pleasing sensation that she allows herself to melt into. Suddenly, he is lifting her up and pressing his lips ravenously into hers, the fae woman unable to stifle another soft moan as she eagerly meets him in that gesture of pure desire, their tongues embracing each other wildly as that passion enveloping them only seems to intensify to a point that Lani can't feel anything but him, intoxicated entirely by the taste of him, something that not even the sweetest wine could ever hope to rival. She does not feel the cold of the night air whispering around them, does not feel the suit jacket slide off her slender shoulders and fall into a folded heap at her heels, her thoughts hardly even aware of what existed beyond his ravaging of her lips or the strength of his hands upon her. To say that Lani was lost in Andras was a terrible understatement in this moment, the fae woman entirely taken by him in this moment. All she knows if the wicked desire that she surrenders to, returning his kisses with one of her own just as starved and wanting. How she could have stayed in this embrace for the rest of time... and, when he pulls away, she moves to lean into him just as his hand shifts from the back of her neck to now find its place on her other hip."Andras?", she says breathlessly, almost pleadingly, as though she needed to know why it was he would dare to end their kiss. And yet, the answer is found as his hands move to lift her off the ground. Reflexively, the fae woman wraps her legs around him, suddenly seeing past his face to see large, leather wings flared in a position that she recognizes immediately. Just as this realization falls over Lani, she can feel his hands cup her thighs as the fae man pulls her up further so that blonde hair tumbles over her shoulders and into his face. Midnight tenor tones confirm what she'd already suspected, and as she is clutching his strong frame, arms wrapped around his shoulders, his lips meet hers once more and all too briefly before as he launches them skyward. It had been three years since last she'd flown with Andras, having nearly forgotten that strange sense of weightlessness that washes over her. And yet, there is no fear that would have once chased the color from Lani's features. No, she is entirely too tangled up in his scent still so very heavy with lust that the only thought flickering across her mind in that moment is to place a teasing nip upon the skin of his neck that her face was buried in. She refrains from doing so, but only just barely.

All sense of time has long since gone from her now, lost to the fire that very nearly consumes every part of Lani as they soar through the night sky and towards his townhouse. She presses herself against him tighter, her bare skin numbed to the cold and entirely aware of his hands upon her thighs.

It had been almost torturous, the amount of time that had passed since last she'd tasted his lips, though it had been perhaps only moments since they'd been standing there in that alleyway. Looking over her shoulder to peer through tousled blonde hair, she can see the familiar, dark shape of his townhouse just below them. As if in response to this realization that they were nearly there, she turns to bury her face into the place between his neck and shoulder again. This time, she dares to graze her teeth against his skin before placing a heated kiss filled with fierce desire, as if to urge the fae man to land... though he hardly needed such encouragement. Soon, they land, and she's entirely pleased that he does not see fit to put her down, the fae woman so inclined to keep her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He lifts his face up to hers and she meets that kiss eagerly as a hand slips from the skin of her thighs and into his pocket, as though his lips were the air her lungs so desperately needed, another soft moan of pleasure lost into mouth. Much to her dismay, he breaks that kiss, a growl of annoyance at the realization of his abandoned keys and suit jacket. Before she could make the suggestion, his hand returns to her thigh again, her skin electrified and sending a fresh wave of lust rushing over Lani, his hazel gaze heavy with want looking up into her baby blue eyes that glitter with satisfaction at his next words."It looks that way", she says breathlessly, her voice thick with the desire that reflects there within her gaze, giving the fae man a sultry smile. He very nearly shatters the one thing that had foolishly denied them entrance before taking them inside and attempting for only a moment to kick that door shut. Unsuccessfully. Immediately, his lips crash into hers and she allows herself to fall entirely into it. Again, another soft moan hums from the blue-eyed blonde, Lani attempting to again press herself even closer to him although there truthfully was no space left between them. Well, except for the dress and those pants she'd very nearly been pulling at what felt like an eternity ago. Her heart was thundering within her chest now, those usually sensitive, delicately pointed ears unable to hear anything beyond the racing of his own heart, their panting breaths as neither of them allowing for that kiss to end for even just a moment.... and the sound of falling pictures and items as they ascend those stairs leading to the bedroom, Andras only laughing wickedly into her lips, Lani smiling sultrily as she only kisses him deeper, something within her seeming to grow restless in his arms."Andras...", she grasps breathlessly his name into his lips, again feeling that desire rising higher, coloring his name with a sense of eager, lustful urgency as he reaches the top of those stairs. How close they were, and yet, still those flames of desire to feel every part of him over her with nothing between them seemed to burn hotter, fiercer, and ever more restless now.

They'd kissed this deeply before, this much she remembers, and yet... this was something altogether fiercer, animalistic, and entirely starved. She remembers what it was like to want him, to lust after the fae man and his touch, but now, something within her was nearly demanding him to steal away that innocence she'd held onto all this time.

Somehow, she can feel them step into the bedroom, although perhaps it was more signaled by the sudden stillness of the fae man. Regretfully, that kiss ends once more, and he slowly releases her from him, Lani allowing for her legs to fall from his waist. She stands flush against him, entirely aware of his fingers trailing up her slender frame, something within Lani entirely discontent in knowing that his touch was wasted on the fabric of the dress instead of her skin. His hazel gaze locks onto hers of baby blue, their depths a mirror reflection of the fierce lust that so overwhelmed them both. His midnight tenor tones are thick, guttural, entirely new to her ears and yet the primal instinct within the fae woman seems to revel in the sound, coaxing a sultry smile painted in pure desire to blush-colored lips as she turns her back to him, Lani casting him an impish look over her shoulder as she waits as patiently as she could manage in this moment. As she feels that zipper slipping, the fire in her blood only seems to burn hotter in eager anticipation. His lips brush against her delicately pointed ear now, that delicious voice like red wine filling her completely as he announces that she would not see the city for the entire weekend."Promise?", she asks breathlessly, that one word unbidden yet lustful as it leaves her gently parted lips. A moan laced with that fierce desire and need escapes from her as his teeth nip gently at her ear, the fae woman leaning her back into him only to feel him stop unzipping that dress. Casting a look that was bordering on pleading, she looks up at him only a breathless moment before he speaks again, his sensual words slipping past a wicked smile as he reaches into her purse, finding her phone and placing it into her hand. Truthfully, she hadn't even thought of calling Ellie. She'd hate for her friend to worry. Grinning impishly at Andras, she sifts through her sparse contacts list for the huntress's phone number, though she is distracted before pressing the call button as her baby blue eyes follow the fae man as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. With predatory hazel eyes intensely set upon her, Andras beckons her with at simple gesture. That previously impish grin takes on a sultry expression, dark lashes blinking slowly over baby blues bright with desire as she closes the distance between them, standing there between his legs only for him to pull her closer still, the feeling of his touch upon her thighs yet again setting her blood on fire. It takes his voice to return her focus to the task at hand, though the wicked smile and lust burning in his gaze does little to help the matter. Pressing that call button, the phone only rings for a moment before Ellie picks up."Hey, is everything okay? Do I need to come get you?", the huntress says, a note of worry in her voice then."No, everything's okay. I'm, um, with Andras...", she answers, suddenly distracted by the fae man's touch again, Lani very nearly having to bite her bottom lip to stifle any sound that might try to escape.

Lani tries her best to focus, to keep her breaths steady against the desire and lust that so envelopes every part of her."I'll be staying with him for the weekend", she attempts to continue on, despite the feel of the fae man pressing around her completely. She hadn't expected a simple phone call to take this much effort...