We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

Mira was hardly privy to the onslaught of thoughts that had pelted the very inner corridors of Tetradore's active mind. All she could do was feel the way he kissed her, the way he touched her, the way he looked at her that eased any doubt that could have entered her mind then. This was her choice and she knew deep in her bones that she wanted this. Everything since coming to the city had been nothing but her own choice, save for a few run-ins with fate. Those were the only thoughts that lingered within the depths of her mind, a veritable whirlpool of emotions she seemed more than content to explore. Tetradore was very much still a mystery to the she-wolf, so many secrets he seemed to have locked up behind steel enforced walls. His vibrant eyes barely betrayed a breath of what lingered there, how content she was willing to revel in the mere actions they took. Actions never lied, and perhaps they betrayed more than ones thoughts ever could. She was lost in a blissful blur of sensations that coiled beneath the surface of such a night. All she knew, was that she seemed so very fascinated, lured to him in ways she could hardly pretend to ignore.

Even despite that little blunder of her powers burning away the bottom of his shirt, leaving eaten away little half-circle imprints of where her fingers had been. She could hardly help the way she bit her lips, peering at him with that mischievous glint within those ever-churning golden eyes, like a sea of molten lived behind them, crashing waves upon itself now in an ardent sea of passion and blazing curiosity. All she wanted in this very moment was to get lost in him, she broke down her own walls just to remain here and he never once gave her reason to regret her choice. She would always be willing to fight by his side no matter the odds. It always seemed to be because of him.

It was when he pulled her into his body she falls so easily into those gentle prompts, content to let him lead this for now. The sensation of his body pressed into her own awoken a whole new flame within her, the feeling was nothing short of glorious as she was pressed into the plushy embrace of the bed beneath her. The only downfall to that position was that she was denied her own exploration of him and how she wished to take her time getting to know every last inch of him. But she remains patient, enjoying his fluid, carnal movements with his hands all but roving across her exposed her hungry skin. Still just as strikingly gentle as before, even while he patiently, but deftly undid the claps of her jeans. Her jeans were all but compliant in coming undone, before being slid steadily down her legs, the reminder of the way aided in only that sensuous movement of bending her knees, to take off her shoes and pants in that movement. It felt almost freeing to be rid of those pants, as the jeans and shoes fell to the floor into a haphazard pile, happily ignored.

It his the feel of his body returning to her as though they are two magnets, their lips and tongues fall into a dance of their own making. The heat between them, also partially stemmed from her own powers seem to want to reach for his own skin, as though that heat seemed all too content to delve upon his flesh. In between kisses and wandering hands she aids him in his own jeans.

It was then that she hardly wish to deny herself and him from the limitations of that position. Mira wanted to see his emerald eyes ignite, perhaps for her own satisfaction as much as his own. In a fluid moment, the both of them easily flip positions, allowing the last of her words all but fall teasingly from her lips.

Was that weariness in his eyes?

She couldn't help but notice when their eyes locked again, confusion however fleeting flashed behind her eyes. She was ever in tune with his every movement and could hardly unnoticed this. A light kiss brushes against his lips as if in silent question, wondering if there was doubt lingering in the depths of his mind. He had seemed so sure before. But it was his own invitation that chased all that worry away for now. The she-wolf hardly misses a beat as she persists to place those lava kisses, which seem to be at random, but they follow a distinct, intimate map down toward the hem of his boxers. Each kiss like a salacious tease to what her very mouth could do, allowing a molten trail of need. She was so aware of his eyes on her, taking pleasure in the weight of that gaze and those inquiring kisses.

It was impossible not to notice the reaction her kisses had on his body and it strikes at her own desire, peering up at him with the heat mirroring in her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to get lost in a fervent consuming passion but she takes her time, content to tease and build this moment to its apex until they could no longer hold it back. It would have been all too easy to slip his boxers down, to continue her kisses down to where she knew that trail would lead. That desire to do so was perhaps even staggering, even to herself. But she peels away from that destination, to see if she could stir that desire into a frenzy. She slides her body against him, feeling the hardness of his body responding to her very movements, it was nothing short of intoxicating, she could feel it in her own heartbeat and the very way her body dared threatened to combust beneath his hands. God, she wanted him, her body craved it, that need in her growing more than she ever thought possible.

It was igniting, the very way he undid the clasps of her bra so that he could toss it across the room. It hardly mattered how it faired or where it fell, or if she could find it later on. These thoughts do not cross her mind because her mind and body are nothing but fluidly synchronous in that moment. Her body is full of want, for him as his hands are quick to find their way to that lacy fabric of her underwear, sliding them down, she was ready for him, there was no question about it.

As she rolled onto her back next to him, she does not stray far, allowing herself to slide that hindering fabric off almost slowly in case his eyes were watching. Nothing stood between them now, except for the static that surely crackled in anticipation between them. She was entirely exposed and yet she felt that same safety she always did with him, the heat between them still burned. The only thing that stood between them was the boxers that stubbornly remained. A gentle smile plays on her lips, dancing on the borderline of mischievous. It was obvious how his body reacted to her own but was his mind on the same level? "¿Dime que quieres?" She inquired softly, her words an almost breathless rush uttering those softly prodding Spanish lyrics, posing both a question and an invitation. Leaning into him to place a coaxing kiss on his shoulder, shifting her body so she could kiss purposely along his collarbone with an undeniable controlled hunter, while one hand pressed upon his chest and the other aids in tugging off his boxers. "I want this off.." she murmured at the very thing that stood in the way of pure ecstasy. It was entirely clear what she wanted tonight, wanting to get lost in him tonight.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS