Openness
For once, the Lycan was human. And that upset her- she was growing quite fond of her fluffy form, but nevertheless she had found herself dressed in slick, sexy clothing, in a cafe that could only exist in NY: The Sneaky Shrew. The food was good, and if she was on the top of her game tonight, it would be easy to charm the waiter into giving her the
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He'd been at the Shrew for drinks, charmed a few girls here and there and even turned one of them. She didn't last long though before Curtus became tired of her and she was tossed to the dogs.
So to speak.
But there she was. Valentine.
The bitch had been on his damn mind since that night and he couldn't get her fucking smell out of his head. Constantly, the smell swirling in his nostrels. But she was just a women and curtus was there for a drink.
Walking up to the bar he caught a glimpse of her and had to whip his head to the side to keep from gawking.
Wait... why arn't I gawking? He grinned at the thought but continued to the bar as if she was nothing ( ... )
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She could almost touch him as her eyes trailed off to the side. So, she had thought too soon- she had seen him again, looking quite handsome and sweet looking- though she knew he was nearly the exact opposite of that. And she liked it- she would have loved it, if she thought love existed.
If she had been in her wolf form, her tail would have flicked and her ears would have flashed back. Did he know it was her? Of course he did. Her scent was unmistakeable to the male species- they always knew when she was around. And he couldn't have been an exception, for he had nuzzled her so much that night.
Her hears were too sharp to have not picked up that sentence, and she had to smile. Oh yeah, she was a bitch. And she knew she was getting to him.
Delicately she got up and walked over to him casuaully, enjoying every moment of her strut. She leaned on the counter, her shirt too low for her own good, her curves too much for the common man.
But he wasn't common. "Yeah, I'm a bitch. But you're a bastard. So...we're
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But he restrained himself, a task her thought would be easy. But now that she was close... damn he couldn't smell anything else.
Curtus's eyes lingered over Valentine's curves, but he knew she liked it, that smirk on her face no matter how hard she tried to deny it.
"Never denied it kitten." The bartender returned and brought Curtus another drink and he began on it.
"But Never even." Curtus winked. "Never." Taking all the strength in him he turned his stool to the side and stared hard at the bottles against the wall, imagining her sweet curves and luscious chest.
He so loved a female in this form. Truely a way to appreaciate beauty.
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The girl crossed her legs sweetly, and tapped her fingers on the counter. The bartender seemed to automatically bring her a drink, and her bright red lips took a sip as she continued to stare at as his back as if she was nearly staring through him.
He looked fuckable.
And yet again, something Valentine liked. But she knew he was dangerously different, posessive, and slightly insane. But she never liked the normal men anyways so it seemed to be her lucky night- lucky week, if she was really counting those horse shoes and rabbit feet.
"What is it, handsome? Too shy to look at me even?"
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