We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

"Next time." she nodded in confirmation. "But I'm not playing arm candy again, that was rough..." She laughed, shaking her head. Guns were a must too, all the guns. "I wasn't that bad of company was I?" Mira teased, when it was clearly Tetradore's powers that kept their asses safe tonight. Well who was doing the saving was arguable but she did manage to incapacitate at least one, her least favourite arrogant bastard that was here. Alpha shitface number one was unfortunately not on that boat. She enjoyed looked out at that fading glow in the distance, a smile still lingering upon her lips. It was a symbol of hope, hope that she didn't have to deal with that pack again.

The boat was going lightning fast, perhaps even faster than when she was at the helm. She felt that cool air press against her face, sending her hair wildly whipping about her, she really liked this boat. It gave her the feeling of running through the forest. The captain wasn't so bad either, her mind recalling his lips on hers as the boat began to slow. Her liquid golden eyes watching Tetradore when he was looking elsewhere, his jaw clenched as he worked about that ship. He was a good man she thought, he kept those around him safe, he kept her safe. If only he knew how much that entirely meant to her, even though she was used to pulling herself out of her own miserable, dire holes. She was used to the mentality where it was every man or woman for themselves, this was entirely different. There was no person to make sure you made it back home. If you didn't, you were deemed a weak failure and there was always another to take your place. There was a fire within her, that made her that fighter she was. She was a tough women to deter once her mind was set.

But out here on the water with no one but Tetradore, surrounded by water and moonlight. She felt serene, the molten lava was still there, yes but it moved within her slowly, smoothly, content and languid as she. Why would she want to return to the ark? Plus, she was ever so curious of his opinion on that kiss. She was so tempted to pry from him. Someone had to press on that steely resolve. In truth, she liked being around Tetradore, she liked picking away at that shell of his. But never so overtly, she learned very quickly the more you tried to figure out what lingered in that head of his, the less he said.

She mentioned that idea of celebrating until the sun came up, there were many ways to accomplish that task, but she was hardly aware of the thoughts that lingered in his mind. He didn't really say mch, instead he acted. He began to prowl closer with clear intent, the moon glinting within those emerald eyes just right. There was no questioning what he wanted right then and there as his thumb caressed her cheek in a gentle way that seemed surprising. It was such a small gesture but it made her heart beat elevate, made her look up at those vibrant emerald eyes in silent conversation. With pressed his lips against her own and she met that kiss, it seemed to hold far more purpose, it felt hungry and passionate. A silent invitation woven in each press of his lips. Was it so bad to want more, to give in to a ravenous fire that was building within her?

She could get used to those kisses, hell, she wanted more. Each press of his lips seemed to coax her to life. She could feel the way she yearned for him and yet he had seemed so reserved before. She hardly expected for her lava reacting to him the way it did either along with her winner wolf, she hoped she didn't combust and betray herself. He thanked her in Spanish, and although she hardly wanted those kisses to stop, kissing him was fire. She felt it. She wondered if he felt it to. A chuckle escaped Tetradore at her comment, it was a rich sound she could feel right down to her very toes. He clearly didn't laugh nearly enough.

Mira drew forward, teasingly letting her lips nearly brush his ears as she spoke those words. Part of her wanted for him just to take her here, beneath the stars, surrounded by the vast body of water. The night and its silvery stars could bear witness.. But she couldn't help but wonder if he was simply toying with her.

He leaned away so he could look her, locking their eyes in what felt intimate. Mixed signals he inquired? Was he truly oblivious to the fact that not only was he the king of the west but also the king at being the hardest creatures to read. Each time they encountered, when it was just them it felt intense, unpredictable and yet gentle and sweet. Other times, she wondered if she even existed in his eyes. She was not the kind of women to pine and throw herself at hot man with a sexy stare.

He spoke those words that held a certain promise within them, she tipped her head inquiringly, amused by his answer. "Oh?" she spoke those words. Their eyes locked, entirely oblivious of those surroundings, everything seemed still, the sloshing of the waves hitting against the hull of the boat and the sound of her heartbeat in her ears. Or was that just the sound of that molten core pulsing, she hardly knew anymore.

"Does this mean you intend to do something about it?" She let those smooth lyrics slide out of her luscious lips that curled into a sensual grin. Her eyes flashed in a way that seemed to dare him at the same time. "Or perhaps..." she was going to continue to toy as he wordlessly reaches for her hand, those fingers interlocking within her own like it were second nature, leading her down into the belly of the boat. Nonchalantly turning those lights on as he went, her lava began to slide and slither beneath her skin. She knew where he was taking her, but every step felt like an eternity.

If the ship was impressive alone, for its speed and luxury above. The inside was unlike anything she had seen before. Anywhere that expensive ship they blew up lacked, this one certainly did not. Everything was high end, from the kitchen appliances and the leather upon the cushions of the sitting area. There were doors that lead to who knows what. It felt surprisingly spacious down here. Impressive didn't seem to cut it. As impressive as luxury could be, which did little for the she-wolf her focus was wholly upon him. She squeezed his hand as she spoke. "A riveting tour.. It's much bigger than I expected." She said as an impish glean danced within her eyes, the boat hardly on her mind.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS