It is something neither human nor animal that so seems to drive his desires atop the grass and beneath that pale moon above- it is something far more a combination of both. He is aware of her insecurity and while those emotions that so plague her remain outside his ability to truly perceive he is aware, still, of some change within her demeanour that seems to see the boy, in turn, tread all the more lightly. He desires her in a far more physical way then even he can understand within that vast space of his ever-so fractured mind. He cannot grasp his own wants any more then he can contemplate the true depth of her fears. He simply knows as any animal does- that he wants her. In her entirety. That she in her own manner fears his rejection, fears his response to the scars that mark her frame and crisscross about her form is perhaps so wholly foolish in its design. Tobias simply cannot comprehend her fears, his own understanding of beauty so far removed from that which is traditional that he simply does not even see those marks upon her. They are her, a part of her, just as her eyes or hair or the very scent of her he knows so well. He has never seen her without them and as such he can picture her no different. She is simply Birdie- his Birdie, as he has always known her to be.

Her reluctance in this however, is perhaps one emotion he finds himself confused within. He does not understand her hesitance, just as he fails to understand why each time he attempts to press her forward in this she seeks only to push him back. His tries perhaps, becoming few and further between. He is a creature of habit, capable only of replicating that which he has done before, tweaking his repertoire only when it seems a different result is earned- once such a thing is found, the boy determined to repeat such things over and over in an effort to achieve it once more. Yet, in this, she refuses him each and every time regardless of the approach- his mind struggling so desperately to find the way in which he might coax her to give him what he so desires. Yet for all he is, a creature so many believe so incapable in so many way- there is a part within him that simply will not act without her permission. Tobias allowing her to halt him each and every time that nervousness within her seems to rise to the surface with an unstoppable force and she so gently pushes his hands away. This however- is the furthest she has ever allowed him, his excitement surely noticeable (in far more ways than one).

It is easy to draw her upward and into him, long fingers plucking the clasp of her bra with a skill he has previously hardly shown to possess, tossing the garment off and into the grass before laying her back upon the ground beneath him- form straddling her own and indeed once more providing her with perhaps some indication of just how much he so seemed to enjoy the sight before him. The sudden flush of colour that so adorns her cheeks sees the boy pause, dark eyes meeting her own beneath that mop of wild dark hair- unaware entirely as to just what had so caused the blush that crept across her cheeks. One hand extends forward, catching a lock of stray hair between the length of his fingers, guiding it gently to tuck behind her ear in a gesture decidedly.....unusual for the man above her now and yet perhaps- not so wholly unusual for that other part of himself as that flash of gold so seems to flare within his gaze.

"You are beautiful when you blush like that."

His hand continues, sliding behind her neck if only to tilt her head backward and bring his lips to her own in a truly passionate kiss before he pulls softly back, that colour too so seeming to have faded as both sides of his being seem to shift so effortlessly amongst each other before seeming to settle upon his far more common being. If the boy holds any confusion as to what has just occurred he hardly seems to know, that grin upon his features remaining still as his hands slide effortlessly across her form, pausing to caresses those soft swells of flesh beneath them. The moan he so seems to encourage her to release only further seems to delight him- the boy assured that this is just such a sound he desires before his lips find her own a second time, stealing yet another kiss form her as his fingers continue to grace those peaks of flesh and tease them into life. He is aware of her own hands as they sweep across his sides and the toned, hard plains of his chest and stomach. He is reluctant to allow touch in most instances, the boy hardly inclined to moments of affection or embrace and yet here and now he allows her hands to run over him as she pleases, no part of him taking concern- allowing her that exploration he was so inclined to prevent in others.

His lips move easily from her own, brushing across her jaw before making his way down her neck. His teeth so easily find the soft skin of her neck, biting down upon it firmly enough to leave a mark as he always does and yet this time it seems he is content to go further. His lips linger still on her neck even as his teeth move away, working upon that delicate skin, sucking upon it lightly in a somewhat more aggressive kiss of sorts and yet one destined entirely to bruise the skin beneath and leave something of a more...noticeable mark then he might otherwise of done. The shaggy-haired deviant never before having shown knowledge of any such things- his lips pulling away only once satisfied with his work, a grin upon his features now. The shift in her legs hardly goes unnoticed, allowing him to be all the closer, the boys hands trailing down now and over her sides to catch the waistband of her jeans before he pauses again- dark eyes lifting to meet her own and see if she might let him remove that last of her clothing. That promise he had so made to his Alpha so long ago so far from his mind in this moment- what his companion does not know will hardly hurt him.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push