We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

How aware Mira was of his body and those very movements upon her body, the way he allowed his hand that had once settled upon her waist wandering in an exploratory caress along her side. His touch was always so very gentle, as surprising as it was, as were those fleeting moments of vulnerabilities he would occasionally share with her. But there was something there, at least for her, that room feeling so entirely charged in that moment as if it were alive from their entwining energy. It was those infinitesimal movements that provoke sensations from his warm strong, wandering hands through her shirt. It made her want to feel those hands explore her skin without the hinderance of fabric that still clung to their bodies. It seemed like he wanted this too, but he seemed almost hesitant to let that same fire consume him, even though the desire was still there. She paused for a moment, their eyes locked again.

With a fluid but sensuous movement, she peeled that tank top from her figure, fully allowing him the visual show of the bare skin beneath. Not quite a striptease, but still a tease none the less. Of course, nudity was a normal occurrence for weres, often times it went unnoticed. But under pretenses such as this, with other things on their minds, it surely made the impression all the more invigorating. Their lips met once more as she toyed with his shirt, she had gotten so swept up in the moment that the lava had kissed her fingertips so much so that they burned the fabric of his shirt. The scent of burning drawing both their attention downward. She hardly wished to burn the man with a slip of her power, she wanted to do other things to him but certainly not catch him ablaze, at least in the literal sense. She uttered those words that she had set her on fire.. so much so that she nearly lost control of her own affinity. A rare chuckle escaped him then, she relished in that sound before he uttered he hardly regretted that.

He was met with a sultry laugh, her lips curl into a grin, biting her lip before agreeing. "Neither do I.." She articulated confidently, lava dancing with her eyes.

With a prompting tease, it didn't take long for her alpha to remove his own shirt, revealing that deliciously chiseled figure that hid beneath those loosely fit clothing. She had truly forgotten just what lingered underneath those clothes so very long ago and needless to say she was far from disappointed. She would not forget this time, not at all. Their comfort with one another had certainly come a long way since then. She was shameless as she allows her eyes to soak in his now exposed body. His muscles underneath his caramel flesh were like hard steel. She was hardly given time to explore. "I have to agree with you.." Mischief glinting within her eye, however, she barely finished those words before her breath is stolen from her.

Tetradore pulled her against him fluidly, that was impossible to not melt into, taking his lead before he had rolled her over onto her back in one swift but meticulous movement. She enjoyed the feel of his body pressed against her own, feeling the weight of his form pressing her into the plush bed. The she-wolf quite enjoyed this position while it lasted, even Mira was not submissive by nature by any means. But tonight, in this very moment she is entirely pliant and inviting beneath him. Tonight, she was willing to offer Tetradore whatever he liked, if it was only to see that this mischievous, carefree face for only a moment longer. She was more than willing to get lost tonight with him. Tonight, seemed to answer a lot of those unanswered questions within her mind, without words in the way to make things confusing. Actions in themselves did not lie and she could appreciate it. After all, was she not the one who first decided to cross those precarious lines of desire and leave an opening for more?

Her exposed back felt the cool untouched surface of the bed, the cool sensation almost made her shudder from that contrast, but it quickly warmed from her internal molten core. He had his hands working unexpectedly easy to undo the button of her jeans, helping her shed them off. It hardly took any time before she withdrew out each slender leg from those jeans which slid to the floor, successfully removing her socks and shoes in the process. The only fabric that lay in the way was his pants and the lacy lingerie she hadn't exactly though was going to see the light of day. She wore it for herself, enjoying the look of sexy things, allowing her to feel more empowered. It happened to pay off now, perhaps.

His lips found her own, their kiss deepening as though they could hardly get enough, her body seemed to crave that contact of their skin. Coming alive with the press of their bodies in this vulnerable position. She allows her hands to wander, dancing along a random path of her own choosing along his muscled form, exploring him with her gentle but curious hands. Along his arms and back until they trail along his side to help undo the buttons of his own jeans. She looped her fingers to tug them ever lower. A mischievous gleam flashed within her eye as she nipped at his lip almost boldly playfully whilst a smirk tugging at the corners of her lush mouth.

"I'd say that's much better, don't you?" She seemed satisfied with herself.

It was then that she wrapped a leg around him as if to somehow get closer to him. She arched her back in such a way that only pressed her against his body, one hand trailing down toward the small of his back the other leg and fluid momentum used to purposefully flip them over in a curious dance. She was infinitely grateful for that larger bed in that moment. Once again ending up on top, she propped each leg on either side straddling him. "Besides, clothes wouldn't let me do this.." She uttered softly, considering. Her body wanting and her mind in sync with those thoughts.

She placed such soft, butterfly kisses that started upon his lips and then along his jaw, taking care to explore the grooves of his neck, his defined shoulders. The kisses were hot, as the lava seemed to draw close to the surface of her mouth. Those wandering light kisses seem to continue, exploring his muscled exposed chest, taking care in their exploration. She contently took her time, daring to even taste the skin beneath her mouth, that heat from her lips leaving a haphazard trail to his abs as she slides down his body until her seemingly inquisitive lips reach the v line, that descended beneath the hindering lip of his boxers. She kissed along that line as though she fully intended going further, following that trail like a roadmap. Teasing, she was teasing his exposed skin with those fiery kisses, wondering if she could ignite him as he did her. She slid upwards almost languidly, allow her body to brush against his own, curious of his next move, all whilst planting those molten hot kisses upon his skin, propping herself up just enough. She only pauses to see the look upon his handsome face with a sensual grin painted upon her features.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS