We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

There was a shift within the man before her, something entirely different from the stoic man he often portrayed. Tetradore was a rather secretive man, she rarely found a smile on his face as though he constantly waged a personal battle within his head, as though the fear he wielded had shifted upon himself when not reaching out to consume the world. It didn't stop her from trying to taunt a smile to the surface. Why she cared or was so innately aware of him was for the simple reason that she liked him. From those rare glimpses of vulnerability, those proverbial kinks in his armor she wanted to be there for him. Surely, he didn't have to suffer those burdens alone.

No matter how much he kept the world at large away, she saw passed it. Saw someone she was willing to put her trust within, which was no simple feat for the she-wolf. How her life had changed since stumbling upon Sacrosanct. Where would she be if her car hadn't broken down when it did?

When she stole that simple kiss from him it seemed to awaken something within her, made her crave for more, curious if he actually wanted the same. Perhaps that stolen kiss was a long time coming, she felt that urge to do so that night they spent within the confines of that pillow fort.

Tetradore never really gave her much reason before this to wonder what he thought of her, she was not a child with a crush. She didn't push it, didn't beg for attention. But that rare chemistry couldn't be denied any longer. She couldn't help but wonder if it was only one-sided. If anything, that fleeting kiss earlier had put that to bed as she teased him with the idea of more, toying with the thought that lingered in her mind. Just how much of an effect she did have with that kiss she was about to find out.

The she-wolf did not need to ask where he was leading her, because truly she already knew. Mira felt it in her gut with the way he kissed her with such hungry fervor. It nearly swept the air out of her lungs as she fell into that kiss. It made her heart pound like the pounding hooves of galloping horses and that lava within her veins ran rampant. She teases him as if daring him to turn this into more. Using some bullshit about mixed signals. She knew better, she truly did. But she wanted to cling with that fire to initiate more with him. He grasped her hand, fingers entwining in her own and lead the way into the ship, his presence was strong and sure, but dammit it felt like the longest walk, as though their feet dragged. How he could stand it she hardly knew. Part of her wanted more kisses and part of her wanted him just to take her, anywhere on this ship. She broke the silence as she was taken aback from the inside of that luxurious boat. That slightly sarcastic remark brought forth a chuckle from the man before agreeing with her. She was certain he had other things on his mind. It was a good thing too because she hardly wanted to stop where last left off.

There was no time to truly soak in her surroundings as he lead her into a grandiose room that hardly looked like it belonged on a boat. But her mind hardly lingered there as she was more focused on Tetradore, her mind whirling as she still rode that high from their mission of payback. He suddenly stops at the foot of the large king bed, everything was neat as a pin, simply too neat. The gentle glow from the lamps set a romantic vibe to the very room. It was surpassed with the anticipation within that very room. Her mind was completely honed in on him, her body hardly wanting to be away from his.

His emerald eyes seem to ensnare the woman's own as he perches himself on the corner of that luxurious, roomy bed. His strong hands found her hips, that grip was so tender it left her body craving more. He tugs gently as though to pull her closer. She felt that magnetism, obliging as she lands upon him, a leg on either side, their eyes locking once more in an intimate way. It was only a split moment before their mouths met in a hungry mingle, deepening as she feels that craving, burning in her rise to the surface.

It was like she couldn't have enough, everywhere Tetradore touched it left her burning. She tastes him again, her mouth curious and wanting, expressing that desire she didn't speak. She entangles her fingers within his own curled locks as though to bring him closer as she melts into his embrace.

Was it possible to crave someone she never had before? Because that was exactly what it felt like. She pulls back for a moment, her eyes burning untamed fiery gold. Her breath was whisked away, and her chest rises and falls from those feverish kisses. Kissing him felt exhilarating. These clothes, however, felt entirely bothersome, as if they very fabric irritated her skin. With a smooth motion, she pulls her own shirt from her head, her body felt so hot as if that very lava was reacting to him. She let the fabric fall to the floor. She wondered if he could feel that heat emanating from her, as though it dared to meet his touch. She presses her lips to his own once more before tugging at his own shirt.

"Tetradore.." she breathed her words held that heat her eyes are blazing as though the very scorching sun poured into her irises. That was when that lava danced to the surface of her finger tips, that blazing heat causing the fabric to burn, eating a hole within. The smelled filled her nose and she wrinkled it, looking down. "It would seem you have set me on fire." She said her silken voice thick with desire, an impish smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. It would seem she almost set him on fire. It was a shame because that shirt looked damn good on him. "That's the problem with clothes.. they like to get in the way." A sentiment so true when it came to weres, but there was an underlying insinuation in those words that what she wanted to do next, clothes were hardly necessary.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS