Sin Dreams

[othellovonryan]

Maybe or may not be canon, will be determined Later

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[othellovonryan]

[Hand on his back-]

[Panic?]

[No.]

[Mate.]

[SAFE.]

[There was a brief moment of tension.]

[And then a churr as he wraps an arm firmly around her, moving her to the bank even as he nuzzles her shoulder.]

[bluediligence]

[ He's carrying however many pounds of throughly waterlogged pigeon like she's nothing. Even with the added buoyancy from the water, and her lingering indignation from the dunking, that's still ... ]

[ Maybe it's a little hot. Just a little. ]

Don't think you're gonna get away with this just by being cute. [ GRUMBLES. But even with the griping, she tentatively moves her hand back to where it was, lightly touching the outer edge of his leathery shell. She tilts her head to boop it against the side of his. ]

[othellovonryan]

[There is a shiver that goes through his frame as she touches his back and he chirps again.]

[Safe.]

[He pulls her to the edge of the river and will let her settle-]

[While settling against her, nuzzling her shoulder, hands moving to her side.]

[bluediligence]

[ n. nooo. no it's hard to be mad at him when he's chirping safe like that. that's unfair ]

...

[ chirps back at him: play? ]

[othellovonryan]

[He trills a bit. Considering.]

[Play. Mate.]

[He nuzzles a little higher, brushing over her neck.]

[bluediligence]

[ — a sharp inhale. she goes still. tenses. ]

[ but she doesn't shove him away ]

[othellovonryan]

[Safe. Mate.]

[There are more chirps as he drifts lightly over her neck because]

[That's what it feels like. Safety. With a good potential mate. She's cute and warm and he likes her and it feels so simple here to just Act.]

[bluediligence]

[ Well. This is one way to thoroughly derail her plans. ]

[ Her breathing stutters. She tenses. … Relaxes. Tenses again. Settles, little bit by little bit. She's still nervous, but after that initial brush and the first rush of reflexive fear, it's more … thrilling than scary. Safe. Mate. He doesn't want to hurt her. He's not going to hurt her. ]

I - don't know if I should be letting you do this - [ Her hand shifts up to the back of his neck, curling there, not so much gripping as holding, loose but warm ]

[ Chirps back to him, more tentative, questioning: Mate? Mine? ]



[ Claim? ]

[othellovonryan]

[The touch is gentle. Exploratory. Patience. Something croons in his mind to be patient, what parts of him that haven't submerged themselves entirely in the role that this place brings out.]

[He's doing something to test the waters. He has to wait for a response before he pushes for more.]

[Hands trace circles at her sides, slipping slowly under her shirt and up along her back.]

[Then]

[Those chirps. Those words.]

[He presses closer with a deep, rumbly churr.]

[Mine.]

[Teeth lightly scraping over her neck.]

[bluediligence]

[ Teeth ]

[ Teeth on her neck, teeth on her neck and it should be terrifying. It should be. It shouldn't feel this good, it shouldn't feel like a tease, it shouldn't leave her aching for more ]

Oh, hell —

[ She pulls away, but she doesn't go far …

Because she is, in fact, just straight up climbing into his lap. An illusion of control, the comfort of being close when she's still nervous ... and it lets her hide her face against his shoulder. ]

I was going to teach you a lesson, you know. [ Her lips brush his scales as she talks, and again when she chirps, play, chase, fight, win. ] Maybe I still should.

[othellovonryan]

[Donnie trills in disappointment as she pulls away. He debates a moment to pursue. It's gentle, he could still get her as a mate-]

[Except then he's being pushed and she's climbing onto him. He chirps in confusion at the move, instinct less familiar with the move, but]

[She's close.]

[He churrs, nuzzling her neck as she makes those strange sounds. Something teasing, he thinks.]

[Chirping. Play. Chase. Mate. His hands running up her back, teeth nipping harder at her neck.]

[bluediligence]

[ She's not sure which is more surprising: that he's being so bold in his advances — teeth sharp but gentle against her neck, making her gasp and squirm in his lap — or his patience. There's something … different about this. Different from what, exactly, she doesn't know. It's hard to care too much with his hands and mouth on her skin. ]

M-Mate, huh. [ A follow-up chirp, mate. She nuzzles against his shoulder, trails kisses along to the crook of his neck. Chirps again, questioning, breed? mate? mine? ]

[ She bites down there, right where his neck and shoulder meet, at first so gentle it's nothing more than a tease, slowly pressing harder, letting him feel …

… But then she lets go, and unless he grabs her real fast she yeets herself straight out of his lap to make a run for it, with a trilling chirp, Play! ]

Catch me if you can!

[othellovonryan]

[Invitation. Heat rushes through him, hands gripping her sides, hips rolling up against her. He chirps excitedly. Breed! Mate! Mine mine mine! his hands grip at her more, not holding her down, but letting her feel his interest, as his hands move over her back and sides. Mouth trailing and teeth nipping at her neck, still gentle so far, only leaving light red marks.]

[Then there are teeth at his neck and he churrs and chirps encouragement, his want, head tilting more for a mark.]

[Then the warmth is away and he clicks and chirps in distress, head snapping after her.]

[He growls, not threatening, but definitely aggressive. Determined. Then he's on his hands and knees, and bolts after her.]

[bluediligence]

[ So, here's the thing.

She's soaked. Completely drenched. Her wings are so fucking heavy right now. Even though it's lovely out, a beautiful warm sunny day, it's going to take a while for them to dry. They'll slow her down. Not ideal when Donnie can be blindingly fast, and she knows from his growl — and fuck, that gets to her — that he's not going to go easy on her.

Good.

Because here's the other thing — even weighed down like this, she has ways to make him work for it anyway. She switches her ability from flight to speed and lets herself go, laughing, zig-zagging, dipping into Concrete Jungle for the extra agility. ]

[othellovonryan]

[She definitely needs it. Donnie isn't holding back, not when he's been invited to chase down his mate. Playful, exciting, but he's too eager to make a proper claim. Not when his mate is so pretty and fast and wonderful.]

[He launches himself into the trees. The ground risks losing his footing. Branches he can grab and get himself back on proper track to keep up his pursuit when she changes root. Launching off tree trunks and the base of thick branches also helps.]

[He growls and chirps after her. Mine. Mate. Soon.]

[bluediligence]

[ There's nothing quite like the thrill of a chase. She knows he isn't holding back, and it spurs her on to run faster, to run smarter, using the trees and other obstacles to her advantage whenever she can. It won't be enough, but that's okay. Escaping was never the point. ]

[ She chirps back to him, laughing, breathless, teasing him with calls to catch her if he wants to claim her. ]

[ There's a bend in the river coming up, and the ground slopes down to meet it. The grass is longer, more lush, and here and there are smaller streams and pools. Tricky conditions for a currently flightless pigeon. Uh oh. She leaps over one of the pools but fumbles the landing; has to dive into a forward roll to save herself from going splat right then and there, losing speed and valuable seconds in the process. ]

[othellovonryan]

[She keeps changing directions and he keeps chirping after her. Because she wants to play, so hiding isn't the point, its to keep her going. Stealth is for when he has the element of surprise or the enemy and she's not either of those.]

[With each change, he gets his feet on a tree trunk and launches himself forward to make up that bit of distance to keep close, moving like a gymnast between branches.]

[Boy really is so much more flexible without that battleshell.]

[He can smell the water ahead of them and that just makes him all the more excited, pushing harder to catch up, until he has to go back to the ground again as the trees are no longer relevant in the wetland.]

[She trips and he digs his toes into the mud and launches himself at her in a tackle.]

[bluediligence]

[ Any loss of speed is a Capital B Bad when it comes to Concrete Jungle, and the tricky underfoot conditions sure aren't helping her recover her stride. She has just enough time to think, uh oh, when — ]

[ OOPS. TACKLED. ]

[ Rather than try to throw him off, which would be technically smarter, Korone goes all in for a good roll-around wrestle, trying to pin him ]

[othellovonryan]

[He has her!]

[Oh, but she's struggling-]

[Play?]

[A questioning chirp as they roll over the ground. He is still struggling, still remembers play, but it's more to avoid getting pinned than pinning before confirmation this is part of her game than a protest.]

[bluediligence]

[ She chirps back immediately, enthusiastically, "Play!" And follows it up with an encouraging nip at his shoulder. ]

[othellovonryan]

[Oh good.]

[There is a chirp back as he gets a lot more determined to pin her which Absolutely Includes Cheating, such as squirreling a hand behind her to scratch between her shoulder blades.]

[And more instinctively? A bite at her neck to try and pin her down with firm but not overly aggressive biting.]

[bluediligence]

C-Cheat! [ Of course he'd cheat like that, why wouldn't he. Stupid long arms, stupid clever, clever fingers. She shivers and wiggles, uncoordinated, her wings jerking in a move that's more flail than flap. ] Dokkun, that's —

[ It's a distraction that costs her. She freezes at the bite against her vulnerable neck, firm enough to make a point but not so hard that it hurts. Her breath catches on a gasp. ]

Ch-

Cheating...

[ She rallies, wiggling and trying to catch his wrists to pin them, but her struggle is much less boisterous this time. More testing. ]

[othellovonryan]

[There is a very smug trilling noise in response to the accusations.]

[He had a goal and he had played with his mate, but she had been teasing and he was determined to get his reward for catching her in this game. Drawing his claws firm, but not quit drawing blood, down along her spine from her shoulders down to the base of her tail.]

[He growls, his free hand catching one of those hands and pinning them to the ground, nipping at the side of her neck, before sucking against the skin.]

[bluediligence]

[ There is A Moment, between the … the everything. The pleasure-pain-pleasure of his claws dragging down her spine — close to drawing blood but not quite, so clearly calculated on his part — and the nips and bites and the warm, tingling pressure as he marks her …

It hits hard.

Korone makes a strangled, breathless sound, a low whine that might've started as an attempt at words, or chirps, or both, or neither. It's a lot. It's a lot. The nerves are back, weaving in through the thrill. He's got her as good as pinned; he's the one in control, and she …

… Yields to it. To him. They're tangled up together, neither one of them quite on top of the other. Pressed close enough that he'll be able to feel it when she stops squirming and pushing against him, that playful tension draining away. ]

A-Ah, geez — you … [ She wets her lips ] … You win this one. [ Tips her head, baring her throat in a gesture of trust, acceptance, surrender … and want. Chirps, quiet but clear:

Yours. ]

[othellovonryan]

[There is struggling, struggling, then relenting, and he churrs, long and low, pleased, chest rumbling against her as he sucks a mark into the side of her neck. Feels her tilt her head, exposing her throat more and he trills in delight, nipping lightly over the skin.]

[Then the chirp.]

[He pushes her flat to the ground, chirping excitedly.]

[Mine mate mine mate.]

[As he nips harder at her neck, leaving red marks as he lets go of her hands. Trailing down her sides to her skirt, bunching up the fabric to slip under it to her ass.]