He could see that hesitation upon her the moment he asked after that kiss. He knew, inwardly, that each and every kiss she had ever experienced had been with himself or some version thereafter and that question left his lips all the same- the woman suddenly seeming shy. So oblivious to how endearing it was to see those faint touches of nervousness upon her, as if she somehow feared disappointing him- as if she was even capable of it. More than that however it was that distinct awareness of trust. That she might allow him to do what she would never allow another. That he might somehow give her those experiences that no one else could. She had doomed herself to a lifetime with him, subject herself to stand beside a man whom might never be capable of expressing the depths of his emotion for her if only because he was utterly unable even though it existed all the same. He was proof of that. Did she truly realise how important it was to him to give those experiences? To lavish her with that attention and affection she denied herself by choosing to be with a man whom was but a shadow of what he could be? She believed so little of herself. Had deemed herself unworthy in some sense of being loved or, more than that, she had convinced herself of the notion no other would find her attractive. Raven so oblivious to the truth of it and he, so selfishly was almost pleased in that terrible way that she did not know or at least did not believe she could do better than him. Such a terrible creature he was! To covet her all for himself when she hardly realised there were so many others out there whom would covet her just as much if they knew whom she truly was. This patient, kind, gentle and yet entirely fierce woman whom so often appeared meek or submissive and yet was anything but beneath that surface.

Perhaps he should not sell himself so short. For surely he held some redeeming qualities in either form. That other side to himself, while impatient and violent and dominating was also prone to excitement, bursts of joy so unencumbered, a dangerous protectiveness and too- an ability so rarely seen it alarmed even himself to know of it. That other boy was so- un-judgemental in a way. More so he judged others entirely for exactly who they were, his own judgements free of those aesthetics of influences of those around him. He did not see race or colour or religion or scars or gender. He saw the being itself and that was, at its core, a truly difficult thing to find within this overly bitter world. Yet still- her nervousness in that moment, her shyness, while entirely charming was, too, wholly reminding of that innocence of her- something he was reluctant to ruin and yet desperately desired all at once. Tobias determined in that moment to at least progress slowly. To show her just what she was missing and too- what she might have from him if only she allowed it. His lips met her own fervently, that kiss beginning innocently enough before he readily moved to deepen it, so utilizing his tongue just as it should be to create an entirely new wealth of sensations for the woman within his arms. Raven responded readily in turn, the taste of her only seeming to encourage him all the as that kiss only deepened for several moment longer before that dark-haired man at last moved to lean away, golden eyes as mischievous as his grin as he regarded the shaken woman with the faintest of chuckles.

"Well- I am good at it."

His words were light, teasing, that touch of ego entirely intact in either form it seemed and yet there was a gentleness about those words, a sweetness to them as his lips returned to her own, this time however his hands shifted as he did. Smooth palms and long fingers graced against her limbs, travelling steadily upward to slip beneath the folds of her dress until his hands rested upon her thigs- allowing her to become used to that sensation of them there though he hardly moved them. Merely acquainting her with the feeling as she very near seemed to freeze beneath that touch. Tobias stilling in turn as his lips dropped to her neck then, caressing that skin, exploring that path downward to taste this part of her as he had down before. His kisses were soft, light and yet determined all the same, the lank deviant committed to this task of loving her as she should be loved and the way he, too, wanted to love her. This the first time, truly, in all his existence he had been entirely present for such a thing as this. Tobias struggling to keep back those wants and desires that threatened to overwhelm him. It had been so long. So long. Yet he was determined not to ruin this. To lessen any of this experience. A first for them both in so many ways. His kisses paused at her shoulder, letting the strap of her dress fall though he edged it now further as his lips left her skin at last. The man paused now upon that proverbial edge entirely. Unwilling to go any further without the entirety to her consent. She had stopped him so many times. A part of him anticipating it now, readying himself for it and the cold shower he was surely going to need to take.

His gaze met her own readily, the woman uttering softly that she was not yet ready for him to stop despite her own fears, her fingers tracing through the black of his hair before promptly declaring the top of the car was not an ideal place and that she disdained the back of it entirely. One eye lifting upward in a momentary amusement before she moved to slip out of his arms, the woman tugging at his hand a moment later to pull him with her, Tobias willingly allowing himself to be guided those few steps away from the car as she kicked her shoes off, that city aglow beneath them, his gaze barely glancing across it to fixate back upon his mate once more as she tugged him ever closer. Those softly uttered words of love drawing that glorious grin to his lips as his head tilted to press them to her cheek in a cheeky, stolen kiss.

"I know. I love you too, more then you know. More than you might ever know."

His words were no more than a murmur for her alone, Tobias reaching to lace his fingers back through her own and lead her further away from that car and towards that entirely moon-drenched field, the faintest of breezes stirring the long grass before his lips found her own yet again. His hands rested briefly on her waist, sliding ever-slowly upward before gracing her shoulders, sliding that other strap from her shoulder before coming to realise the dress would hardly fall on its own, the man stepping back but momentarily to eye it before that realisation seemed to strike him. His lips returned to her skin then, pressing upon her shoulder, neck and just below her ear as he stepped behind her, hand reaching effortlessly for that zipper at the back before sliding it smoothly down to let the dress fall and pool around her hips, his hands running back down her sides to rest on her waist again as he leaned softly against her. His chin rested briefly on her shoulder, inhaling the simple scent of her in an entirely predatory sense and yet too in just that way any animal did it's own mate. Her skin was almost luminescent in that moonlight, his hands turning over to trace the backs of his fingers down her arms if only just to feel it before his voice murmured softly against her skin.

"Lift your arms up. Trust me."

It was a softly spoken request all the same, the man waiting for her to comply and lift her arms upward as he eyed that tight, strapless bra that presented far more of a conundrum then he truly cared to admit with no straps to fold back and a true lack of knowledge on how to undo it. Those golden eyes rested upon that bra as he remained behind her, head lowering then, one finger slipping beneath that bra to tug it softly away from her skin. His affinity was called easily forth, those feline teeth seizing that fabric to bite suddenly through it as his lips brushed her skin, teeth grazing along it in turn.

"Oops."

A chuckle rose easily within his throat now, that bra falling away to leave her bare as Tobias stepped back in front of her now, making no effort to hide the way his gaze lingered upon those more exposed parts of her. How exquisite she was. The faintest touch of nervousness danced within himself as he reached to take her hand then, guiding it forward to the hem of his dinner jacket and white shirt- encouraging her to grip them- his gaze lifting to meet her own then as his hands remained enclosed on her own. Tobias determined not to let her lose confidence now. This the furthest she had ever come, in a fashion, the man seeking to encourage more from her and yet so provide that guidance she needed. His words gentle, encouraging all the same.

"It's your turn now. If you don't have a shirt on, then neither should I. Maybe you might help me take them off?"

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