bella!

He groans and makes his way over to the cat who’s talking to a very Normal Woman who is also talking animatedly with a….Marlboro in her hand. Unlit. The pack is clutched in her other hand as she chats with Donut. Donut is saying something to him, but he’s just stuck, staring intently at the woman who has now placed the cigarette to her lips and is leaning towards him, looking up through dark lashes. After a moment, she cuts her eyes back to Donut, “She said you’d have a light?” He blinks, eyes glazed, but not because he’s chatting with someone through his interface. As a human, his vice was tobacco and nicotine, but now, as a primal, this woman is the most intoxicating thing in the club. Christ, the way she’s looking at him is almost obscene. Her eyes, her mouth, that fucking cigarette. He recovers, snarking about Donut talking too much and whipping that goblin lighter out of his inventory and letting the woman light up. She closes her eyes, leaning back and pulling the ember damn near halfway down…shit. She blows it out in his direction, and the curls of smoke almost make his knees buckle. So much for that high constitution. She flicks the filter with her thumb and holds it out to him, “You can have one, man, just ask.” She gives a toothy grin as he rolls his eyes and takes it from her, lining his own mouth up with where hers had been. Tasting cherry and tobacco. He braces one hand on the table while the other keeps the cigarette pinched with thumb and forefinger to his lips as he finishes it off, pulling on it twice, until it’s just a smoldering filter. Then, leaning his height over the small booth table, he catches her eyes again as he snuffs out the butt in the small ashtray right in front of her. He lingers; he can’t help himself. Fuck me, what the hell am I doing?

His eyes rove over her face again, cataloging her. Sharp brows, soft eyes, pronounced cheekbones, he clears his throat roughly and quickly when her pink tongue darts out of her smirk to wet her lips. The look affects him, to say the least. He’s still hovering in her personal space, trapped there but not exactly itching to move. Well, something is eager to move, and he’s reminded of it as his groin presses closely to the edge of the table, friction just right. The woman is clearly enjoying his state at the moment, and it seems that great minds do think alike, as her gaze traces down the muscled arm with the still-planted hand in front of her, to the growing bulge in his printed boxers. She feels her face grow hot when she realizes he’s half hard from just a single smoke and that she’s staring. Donut is quick to innocently disrupt the building tension like any loyal pet would right before mommy and daddy wrestle in the bed without them. “Carl, I’d like you to meet Lila,” she said, holding out a paw to point at the woman. “She’s sooo cool, Carl! We simply must sit with her tonight!” She pauses and turns her sunglasses to him, “Carl? Are you alright? You look like you do when you’ve just turned on those noisy videos of women touching each other. Just sit down already, Carl, honestly!” She said with an exasperated tail flick. The woman raised an eyebrow and snickered into her drink as Carl sat down with a heavy sigh and what Lila thought was a muffled “Goddamnit Donut”. Donut was talking quickly again, tail happily swishing as she told some long-winded tale of her and Carl’s latest adventure, but the woman’s attention was admittedly elsewhere.

Carl was watching Donut, and the genuine care and love in his expression were evident, and, frankly, were serving to make her even more attracted to the tall man. And boy was he tall, had to be at least a head taller than her, not to mention built like a fridge. The thought of him looming over her with that same intensity as before made goosebumps appear on her arms.

She downed the rest of her drink to clear her mind, but it didn’t help; the alcohol just fueled the lewd flames. She chimed in on the conversation occasionally, but opted to stay quiet for the most part, choosing to instead indulge in her thoughts about the large man pressing his calloused palm between her shoulder blades as he roughly bent her over the table and kicked her feet apart, spreading her wide for him. The next round of drinks came, and her flush was beyond noticeable, the heated skin prickling every time they made eye contact, and he held it, almost sizing her up. Maybe he was having the same thoughts about her. No, there’s no way. He’s so focused; he doesn’t let distractions in.

Carl felt the muscle in his jaw tick as he clenched his teeth. This woman, Lila, was just looking at him like she was trying to figure him out. And whenever he met her eyes, she looked pointedly away from him, but always pressed her lips together before wetting them again with that pretty pink tongue. It was like a tick, a nervous habit, something she couldn’t help and something he couldn’t stop thinking about.

That tongue.

What it would look like hanging out of her wide-open mouth with the head of his cock pressing it flat. His jaw popped painfully with that image, and he had to stealthily adjust his erection into his waistband whilst sitting at the table. He leaned back with one arm on the back of the booth, and his knees spread in an effort to relax and stave off the perverted thoughts about this stranger.

She chokes on the sip of her new drink, which she had taken as he reclined back in the booth, arm out on the back of it, and adjusted himself in the seat with a tiny thrust forward. Which of course snaps her attention to the even more prominent part of him, straining the loose fabric of the boxers. The sleeveless jacket shows off those arms, the tight protective shirt clinging to obvious muscles along his torso and chest. She exhales hard and doesn’t avert her gaze this time when he catches her. When he huffs a laugh with half his mouth curling into a lopsided smile, she wrinkles her brows in brief confusion before registering Donut’s voice talking directly to her. “Hellooo! Lila! My word, you’re worse than Carl! I was saying that I’m taking Sledgy to the Penis Parade and you need to come too! You’d adore it in there; there are all kinds of sexy men in there, and they love us.” She nodded her head at the Cretin near the booth. “I don’t know, Donut, that’s not exactly..” “Oh, darling, not your type? Well, I’m sure we can make a detour to the bitches side!”

At that, Lila barked a laugh, a hand coming up to try and stifle it but failing. “No Donut,” she said with a full smile, “That’s not what I meant, I just mean I kind of need another cigarette, and I’m not sure I want that kind of attention right now, but thank you for the offer.” She emphasized the statement with a flourish of her drawing out another cigarette and popping the rest of the pack back into her inventory. She didn’t miss the way Carl’s eyes locked on the rolled item in her fingers. “Ugh, those disgusting things, seriously, Lila, they cling to fur and make everything smell so awful!” She shook her head and licked her paw, cleaning her face as if the offending thing had already been lit. “But I understand,” she turned and wiggled her butt before hopping onto The Sledge’s shoulder, speaking to Carl before they walked off. “Play nice, please, Carl, don’t run her off.” He chuckled and put his hands up in mock surrender at the cat’s words.

A few minutes later, Lila flagged down a waitress and ordered four shots of a sparkly purple liquor, which came with four yellow flower buds in a small dish.

Carl looked apprehensively at the shots and the flowers, “I don’t do shots, especially not ones with mysterious flowers.”

She rolled her eyes at him and set two shots and two flowers in front of both of them. “You’ll do them tonight if you want another cigarette, big boy.” She almost surprised herself with her own audacity when the words came out.

Damn, maybe shots weren’t a good idea; clearly, she was already not thinking straight. But to her relief, another half grin split his face as he huffed another laugh, shaking his head at her good-naturedly.

“Fine, I’ll do it if you do it, but I want more than a cigarette.” he paused as if choosing his words carefully and looking at her with that same gaze from earlier.