That slight squeeze of her hand as he led her away from that car and the lookout spot high above the city was enough to see that boyish grin returned to his lips, his fingers tangling with her own to lead her only further into that moonlit grassy field that stretched out in all directions before them. The faintest breeze stirred at the grass, the blades shifting, waving, some predatory part of himself relishing that movement as he found himself possessed with an almost instinctive need to bat at it like a kitten. A need that was, for now, so easily pushed aside in the wake of those far more instinctive urges and wants that saw him continue to walk until they were entirely obscured from view from any passing people and yet within the darkness and so high, let alone the lateness of the hour the chance of interruption was decidedly slim. He pulled the young woman gently to a stop, his hand moving to return to her skin and gently push that remaining dress strap downward, his fingers relishing that smooth touch of her skin that looked all the more lovely beneath the moonlight and yet that dress remained upon her slim figure still. Dresses had perhaps never been his forte, neither side of him truly having any extensive experience with them and as such the manner in which it remained still upon her had proven to be something of a dilemma, Tobias eyeing it beneath that wild mop of black hair that seemed all the darker beneath the moons pallor.

For all those fractured confines of his mind however, the boy was hardly lacking for idea or indeed that ready creativity that so seemed to define him. His lips pressed to her back and shoulder as he moved to step behind her, trailing that pattern until he felt her body relax with those touches. His fingers at last reaching for the zipper of that dress to slide it easily down and pool at her hips. She had no idea of her own beauty, of just how exquisite she looked and how very much he desired her in that moment. It was an almost animalistic need. An instinct and yet even that side of him was paled in simple comparison to that want to appreciate her, a desire for affection, to show her exactly how much he adored her in a way those words might never truly permit him to do. Maybe such words were available to him now and yet how much longer would it before he found himself trapped in that body so incapable of speech once more? His other self often left frustrated by his inability to express just what he meant. Raven, somehow, having come to accept and love that very man whom might spend a lifetime incapable of telling her just what he felt with words. Perhaps it was that part of her he might not ever understand. That part that could love so selflessly. His lips trailed readily to her ear then, those soft words to lift her arms muttered quietly before she did just that. That promise of trust stealing a grin to his own lips and against her skin.

His own head dipped lower now, one finger tracing the line of that strapless bra, pulling it gently away from her skin only to allow but one leopard tooth to fit beneath it and catch the fabric, letting it fall away from her figure almost instantly and tumble to the floor. A soft chuckle hummed from within his throat, a falsified apology on his lips as those golden eyes lifted almost cheekily to her own as she queried as to whether he truly had bitten it off. He stepped easily back before her then, that stern and yet hardly serious look seeing the boys shoulders rise in a shrug of faked nonchalance as if he could surely not be the offender in this. His golden eyes dropping to eye that bitten off bra resting upon the grass now before his eyes returned at last to her nearly naked figure. Those scars lined her body in the same way roads marked a map, a part of him drawn to the pattern of them, the curve of them, his mind delighting in that sameness of repetition and shape even now and with this side of himself so in control. His desire to trace them seeing him shift forward ever so slightly before he halted, reluctant to run his fingers across her skin just yet even despite the want that moved through him. That desire surely clear upon him, some things incapable of being hidden. Her shy words stirring his gaze upward and too her own as she looked away, one hand reaching forward then to gently tilt her head back to face him now. His words nothing but honest.

"I'm staring because you are very, very stare-worthy. Your look beautiful."

Her body was exceptional, even if she hardly believed it herself, his hands reaching for her own then, grasping them gently to guide them to his own shirt and jacket, helping to guide her through that nervousness that seemed to afflict her. Tobias willing to take her hand in every sense of the word and show her just how. Show her why and hopefully- show her something she might desire to do over and over once she had learned just what it would be and what he could surely do for her. It had taken years.....years to reach this moment. The man unwilling to see her nervous or worried now when she had come so very far. Both of them, in different ways, having come a truly long way since that night they had met upon the docks. Her cheeks seemed to flush all over again as she seemed to realise just what she should do, that faint touch of nervousness upon himself, that fear of somehow doing this wrong having made itself apparent to her in turn- it seemed. Her words seeing one eye lift slightly before he merely shook his head.

"I'm not- I promise."

At least, perhaps not about what she might perceive. Tobias wanting her to enjoy tonight, this, all of it. The feline truly worried she might not, somehow. Her words pleasing all the same and so brushing away his own worry as her fingers moved to push that jacket from his shoulders before reaching for the shirt. One button at a time coming undone beneath her fingers as he shifted, helping her remove that shirt from him before casting it aside. The sudden feeling of skin on skin was...incredible. Her skin seeming all the more pale next to the natural tan of his own and yet he paid it truly little attention as her hands ran along the hard plains of his chest- resting above his heart. It's beat surely quickening in those moments as the slightest of hitches found a way to his breathing brought on by that path of her fingers. She was bolder then, reaching forward to take his hands and rest them back on her hips where that dress was still pooled, that touch of her lips to his own seeing the tall man respond readily then, a teasing grin touching his features as he suddenly moved to lower his hands further, cupping her butt (it's a nice butt) to hoist her suddenly up and into his arms. His lips pressed to her own again in that truly ardent kiss before he moved to lower himself to his knees, lying her back in that grass to place himself above her, straddling her now.

His fingers moved to grasp that dress, breaking their kiss only so long as it took him to slide the dress down, his fingers catching her underwear in the same moment to slide them free of her long limbs and body. Finally leaving the woman entirely bare within that grass as he smiled down towards her. One hand reached forward with affection once more, tenderly tucking but a single loose strand of that wild curly hair behind her ear before his lips moved to brush her own again. He pulled back slightly, teeth scraping her bottom lip in something almost akin to a tease before his head tilted- straddling her still- his lips finding her neck as he was so often want to do, biting down on that soft flesh until he knew his teeth had marked it- and her- as his own. The man encouraged her hands to move as they saw fit, to run across his chest or sides, to find those places she desired to touch as his lips moved at last from her neck. Those kisses moved lower now, gracing her shoulder and collarbone before progressing slowly towards the first of her breasts, his lips at last gracing it, brushing across that peak- the man entirely determined to see just what sounds he might coax from her, what she liked and how she liked it and too- to have her relax to his touch before he moved to finally take her entirely.

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