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A flash of lavender from the corner of his eye, shockingly bright in the cool midnight blue of the nighttime forest, and Chris spun to face the direction he'd seen the colour heading. It was long gone, but he felt his mouth widening into a smile all the same.
After all, it would be no fun if he found his prey too easily.
Following the faint sounds of footsteps on the forest floor, he moved easily amongst the moonlit trees. Where his prey had to watch her feet, watching out for fallen branches and exposed roots, Chris belonged to this forest: knew every inch of it, even at night. Especially at night. The forest never looked more natural to him than when it was painted in shades of black, blue, and silver, and he had no trouble finding his way through the darkness.
His quarry was clever: darting quickly through the shadows, freezing when he paused to listen for her footsteps, as if he couldn't hear her heart pounding in her chest: smell the sweet smell of her skin, all warm vanilla and soapy cleanliness, in the cool stillness of the night air.
She avoided the traps littered through the forest - traps he hadn't set, but wouldn't be above using if she got caught in one. If she'd thought this would be a fair game, then she'd been sorely mistaken.
Chris tilted his head to the side, listening intently. She paused, going as still as a statue - so still he couldn't even hear her breathing - but she couldn't stop her heartbeat. He latched onto the sound, listening intently, until it was the only thing he could hear.
He turned his head slightly, trying to pinpoint where exactly the pulsing beat was coming from - and there.
His head snapped round, and he burst into a sprint. The chase had been fun, but he was bored of it now, and now he wanted to win this game.
Unfortunately, his quarry apparently had the same idea; instead of staying frozen in place, she took off running the second she heard him start to run.
Chris's grin only widened. He knew where this chase was heading, and he barely paid any attention to the sound of running water getting louder as they approached the end point of this hunt.
He burst through the trees onto the road back into the village of Sleepy Hollow, and stopped.
Dressed in a lilac dress that shone in the moonlight, the same moonlight that highlighted the pink flush to their cheeks, and the heaving of their chest as they panted for breath, stood his target.
There stood you.
You grinned triumphantly, clearly pleased as punch as you had outrun him - and he grinned back, proud of you for outwitting the Ghost of the Dark Forest as you crowed: "I win!"
"Yes you do." he replied, prowling over the edge of the bridge and holding out a hand to you: "Have you chosen your prize?"
"I may have an idea," you suggested, reaching out to take his hand and allowing him to gently pull you off of the bridge and into his arms: "if you have somewhere private in mind?"
Chris grinned: "Always."
Swinging you up into a princess carry, laughing as you squealed and cackled with joy, Chris whisked you deeper into the forest that was his domain, towards the secluded clearing that he called his home. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling affectionately at the underside of his jaw, and Chris couldn't help but hold you closer. His precious human.
He settled you on the roots of the lone tree in the centre of his clearing, Chris knelt in front of you, smiling up at you as you cupped his cheek and pulled you into a kiss.
The two of you met in the middle: you leaning down while he went up on his knees. He ran his hands up your calves, gently pulling them apart so he could lean between your legs before continuing to run his hands up the side of your thighs, just stop there.
He rubbed little circles against your soft skin with his thumbs, enjoying the breathless moans you made as he kissed you again and again, until both of you were panting. You pulled back a little, just to breathe - but not too far. You were grinning and leaning in to tease his lips with your tongue, flicking it lightly but then pulling back just as he opened his mouth.
"Little tease," he murmured, voice muffled with laughter.
"Winners get to tease." you responded smartly: "That's what you said when you won."
"I did, didn't I?" Chris mused: "I'm a fucking idiot."
You laughed - but took mercy on him all the same. Both of your hands plunged into his hair and you yanked him closer again. He hissed, the pain jolting down his spine like lightning, and his fingers dug into your thighs: clawed nails drawing just enough blood for him to catch the scent in the air.
"Fuck, sorry - "
"It's fine," you reassured him, cupping his cheeks and gently rubbing your nose against his: "You know I think it's fine."
"You mean I know you like it rough?" Chris winked at you.
You blushed and slapped at Chris's shoulder in reproach - but you didn't deny it.
You couldn't; he'd seen how you reacted to his claws raking over your skin, or when he sunk his canines into your flesh. You loved it, and he loved that you loved it.
Chris grinned and snapped his teeth at you, making you laugh properly as he captured your lips with his. Chris basked in the sound of you joy - and the way your laughter turned into low moan when his claws sunk into your skin again.
"It's okay, little bunny rabbit," he murmured against your lips: "you don't have to say you like it. I know that you do."
"Oh do I?" you panted back: "Prove it."
Chris smirked: "I have every intention of doing just that."