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They could see it from a mile away. Brewing in wants, thriving on what-ifs. Feverish hands ran down each other's body as lips meet in tandem of heat and intensity. Longing leaked from every small touch, and neither made an effort to punch it off as an excuse for warmth. It ran slow and tender. Pressing and forming as if they could amalgamate into one. Bounded by the hand above her, the cautus shivers as kisses salute her on their way down the curve of her neck. She desperately wants.
Perhaps noticing her knees starting to give, the hold on her wrists releases and in its place renewed small reassurances upon her knuckles. Delicately, the voice asked, but Frostnova wasn't sure she caught even half of it. Something about 'continue' and 'bed' but she knew just enough to see the cauldron bubble excitedly.
Drunken by her desire for this woman and sick to her stomach at the way it coils in with anticipation, she nods with child-like enthusiasm.
She was gentle, incredibly so in contrast to how she handles herself on the field. But the pointedness and grace in her every move were clear as day, and Frostnova couldn't help but bury her nose into the Draco's bosom, becoming fully aware of the last drink her escort had. The mere thought forces her brain into overdrive.
By the time she was set down onto the mattress and made realized how unnaturally soft and forgiving it was, the general had already discarded her belt along with the restraint on her shirt as it flowed passed the openings of her unused pockets. Frostnova sunk further into the sheets, swallowing at the thought of feeling the skin underneath that enticingly soft fabric and having the nerves to remove it fully from the wearer's shoulders.
The cultivating way in which she settled on top of the cautus sent pricks across the latter's lower back and it became all the more apparent how ridiculously attractive her alpha was. With her luscious silver hair that falls into place on her perfectly sculpted face that exploited the favoritism of the Gods, it became harder and harder to believe that what was happening was real; Not to be outdone by the fact that she always knows what buttons would set off Frostnova into a land of no returns.
They immediately fell back into rhythm, mouths seeking for that in alikeness as the addition of tongue elevated their lust to biological need. In between whatever had caused her own blouse to disappear from within her peripheral and the older taking a firm hold on her left breast, Frostnova hungrily secured her legs around the draco's abdomen before raising her entire lower body to meet with its toned surface. Rigid orderly bumps could be felt as her hip slid up the woman's front and she whines desperately in between weak attempts at breathing.
The need to just get off was too much for her to handle, and Frostnova doesn't think she would have been able to think straight again had the hand which was occupied with her breast not reached up and swiped the drool off of her cheeks, reminding her that she was still no more of a Lupo than she was a full-on wolf.
And yet, to her relief and unamended lust, the alpha begins to grind down on her. Her pant did not obstruct the pleasure--the added material aiding in the friction and heat towards her inner thighs. Frostnova was ecstatic, she couldn't understand why. She didn't want to understand why. Right now the only thing that matters to her was the heat rising comfortably up her spine, like a campfire almost, blinking in waves of bursted power all the way up her neck. She gasps, letting her fingertip graze across the older's back and, upon doubling back over the same spots, finding little tears and crescent-shaped holes peppered from corners to corners.
The rutting speeds up along with just about every other stimulant casted onto her. Their lips locked together as the teasing of her upper buds remains unfathomed towards the fevered primal prodding. Everything within her vision takes on a blurred facade and with a sudden bump from below she realizes slowly that she had been crying and that everything was stinging from head to toe and that, maybe, she was feeling like she was on fire. She doesn't remember the last time she's truly felt like this but she recognizes it instantly. It is similar to the sensation of those candies she often nibble on to pass the time--or the alcoholic drinks they'd both chugged down like wild animals prior to this in an endeavor to simulate a burnless burn. If only it wasn't such a pain to get a hand on she would have taken up on straight liquor more often. But then why had she taken those shots?
For as long as Frostnova could remember the opposing woman was the literal personification of heat. Everything in her path turns to some variation of ash and debris, and had it not been for her own oripathy-mutated arts, she's positive that she would have also suffered the same fate. That said, alcohol often comes as a 2-for-1 deal with a massive headache frequently tailing behind the scorching of the throat and stomach lining. She wasn't sure how the draco was handling this added side effect, but it has surely been successful in twisting her already powerful status.
Suddenly, there was a slit inside the knot. Cracking; tearing. The rope slowly shreds its exterior as both sides pull on the poles of their respective cord. Flakes from the original article falling at a rapid pace. Too fast to be counted. Too fast. She could make out snippets of her own voice reaching, gathering, at the very top of the virgin hill, and then her body tenses up into a state of cramped stiffness and all she could hear were the screws inside of her head fall one by one, her internal alarms telling her little about what was happening and a lot about how it felt: Hot, uncomfortably hot.
Frostnova slumped back onto the bed in a contrasting manner to her fluttering chest after what felt like an eternity trapped between the soaking wet of the sheets (which had already begun to transition into a thin plate of ice) and the blazing forest fire of the war general above her.
"Talulah," she breathed out wordlessly, not knowing what else to say and afraid that this had been all a dream. Her hand carrying its own plea for comfort as she reaches up to cup the pale cheeks in front of her.
Her insecurity was quickly swiped from her queue of inquiries when the person in question landed a butterfly kiss on her forehead, humming in a low and dignifying voice to seize her frantic signals. A voice which she's grown to love unconditionally for the past however long they've been on the same side of the battle.
She kept her fists tightly bundled on the front of Talulah's ruined shirt as she rolled onto her side and pulled the cautus under her chin. A whisper of her real name reverberates into her sensitive ears and Frostnova promptly curl into the embrace. Breathing slowly and evenly with each drag of intoxication, her eyes grew heavy with sleep as their main priority.