Let's Play!

"Nonsense. We're not in the bed. We're still going strong. "

Ansel answered with a pleased grin, motioning to the fact they were indeed on the floor not the bed

"no, you definitely bedded me."

Willow pushed on him with one finger.

"At this rate you'll have to travel separate from me just to deal with our apparent inability to go more than an hour or two with our clothes on."

She didn't like that idea at all, imagining herself lost and alone in an airport.

/ Or just find ways to get around the clothes without removal. /

He suggested in counter. The other didn't even need acknowledged. It was pure ludicrousness.

"I'm not sure that the clothing removal is the actual problem."

Ansel looked at her skeptically as he thought.

"Well we're certainly good at it? "

But there was no way the sex was the issue..

Willow glanced down at the space between them.

"That might be the problem. If we weren't, maybe we wouldn't be tempted so much."

She studied her own body with a growing frown. What if it wasn't just the tantalizing aspects of the new bond? What if there was something wrong with her? What if she was spontaneously turning into an over-needy nympho with no self-control?

Ansel couldn't help how he started to laugh.

/ You're not turning into a nympho. Promise. /

He whispered, nipping and kissing across her.

The pleasant little shivers from each scrape of his teeth didn't help his case.

"You don't know that."

/Mmmmhmmm, cause I'd already be feasting on your divine body again if you were. /

That was also not convincing either.

/Turning into one would imply that I'm only partway to the end result./

Because, to her chagrin, she did find herself already tempted by his desire and suggestion.

Ansel let his eyes soak in every inch of her as he tilted her chin up to meet his lips.

/ Trust me, you won't hit any alarming levels by value standards, no matter how far you're willing to embrace it. .... I'm sure I'm delighted to give chase, if that's your concern? /

More than delighted she could readily note.

A few seconds passed before Willow went red all the way to the tip of her nose. Her eyes shifted away to the window as she cleared her throat.

"I wouldn't really call any of it a 'concern', exactly."

"Well, I'm sure whatever it is can only be enjoyable. "

Ansel decided as she flushed, following the bright coloring consuming her features with his kisses and touch. He was hopelessly interested?

A mounting tension underpinned Willow's wordless murmurs. Distracted as she was, she couldn't seem to pull her mind back from a few different scenarios that she'd enjoy unfolding from this moment. A couple memories, a couple fantasies.

Her fingers squeezed into his shoulders as she let out a groan of frustration. She'd already asked for something specific once yesterday, so it's not like she had the allowance to be able to pursue any of it. She wanted to, though. She wanted a lot of different things, actually. She growled faintly.

"I want you," she bit out gruffly.

Could she at least have that much?

Ansel chuckled darkly.

"Enthusiastically, endlessly, yes. "

He purred in her ear, pulling her body into his now, oh he'd caught the little bits floating about get mind and was eager to tug and tease at her mind, trying to get her to share on her own.

Willow leaned up to kiss him, offering him a tidbit instead of a fantasy.

/I like when you laugh like that./

Ansel couldn't really help how his eyes flashed as he tugged on her body sharply to bring her fully flush.

/ Oh, really now? /

What else did his bride find to be toe curling

/mmmhmm. You always do that when I'm in the good kind of trouble with you./

Willow smiled against his mouth.

"It's... Exciting," she confided.

Ansel hummed with dark satisfaction, prefectly intent to reward such shared knowledge as he did decide to rolocate them to the bed. After all, luxurious comfort paired with sinful delight made a prefect meal?

Willow was a little disappointed, not in his performance but just simply because it wasn't quite what she had wanted. She gently combed her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp as she drowsed afterwards. Her tummy was hungry and her body was tired - not a great mix.

"I think we might have made backwards progress."

"Well.... we can tend your body's needs and try again? "

He suggested, peppering her in little kisses.

Willow's fingers stilled.

"Right..."

She sat up slowly, the pleasant fuzziness having evaporated in the overwhelm of everything that was to come and everything she had to do. The tiredness in her body wasn't enough to hold her in place anymore, so she got up and went to shower.

Ansel pouted when she went to shower.... but he accepted it and went to get her food. .... he was still pouting when she was finished with her shower. He wanted her with him.

Once she was clean and her hair had been brushed, Willow climbed into bed with him.

"Are you okay?"

Ansel traded her a plate of food in exchange for snuggling her into his lap.

"Now that you're back I am. "

Willow ate the food without any note.

"I didn't go that far?"

"But.. you were gone. '

He pouted at her all the same.

Willow offered a tiny smile up to him.

"That's very sweet of you."

She leaned back to rest against his chest.

"You're back. It's better again......I think I'll have to go feed soon, though. "

He imparted with a sulking little sigh

Willow nodded slowly, turning her focus to what his body felt like in searching for that.

"Where do you want to put me?"

In was a noticeable weakening, a bone soaking ache that was starting to pull his attention away from all parts of outward distraction. His fangs were persistently pushing in efforts to break free and extend for easier feeding.

While his body felt weary in a way, there was an animalistic drive that fueled him, a deep strength it triggered. He was firmly in control and steady. Yet, little whispers of warning skittetered just beyond reach. .. Caution, alarm, aggression...... eat or fall.

"I dunno? You're not a dollie to pose..... though, if you were...."

Bent over. Or kneeling.... or ....

Willow was unsettled for a moment before she leaned back and nestled against him.

"Not like that... where are you going to have me stay while you do your thing?"

"Where ever you like? I thought you'd just HSBC here, but if you'd like to do something else? Like go shopping for new v clothes or something? "

Cause he could acknowledge that she did not have enough to wear currently on their trip.

Willow studied her knees for a bit before shrugging.

"It seems like it would be more important than ever to not expose me to the public."

But the clingy impulses brought on by the bond really didn't like the idea of being left behind all alone while he went so far away. She stuffed them down as best she could.

Ansel nodded, tugging her into a kiss.

"I don't wanna be that far from you, either. Maybe I'll feed in town and you could come with me and look at things while I feed? "

Willow let her head fall back onto his shoulder.

"Okay. If that's what you want."

She squeezed one of his hands to reassure herself.

"I'll do my best to be good and go unnoticed."

"Nonsense. Be as noticed as you wish. "

Kisses were more important than eating, though

Willow frowned despite the kisses.

"But," she protested in between, "now I'm even more of a risk to you."

Ansel shook his head.

"We are strong together, my love. "

Something deep inside of her purred at his answer, and even if she was confused about it, Willow relaxed.

"I should probably put something on to go, then... How far away are we going?"