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“It can be if you have the know how, otherwise it can get expensive fast” The blonde chuckled “But I have alway been thrifty with such things and always make sure to repair pre loved clothes to make them new.” she explained, giving a chuckle at the thought of it. “I hope that you’re right, I’m cautiously optimistic with such things” she murmured with the smallest of smiles “You think so? We have no idea what could be round the corner afterall” she reminded and then looked at her more seriously for a moment “Do you believe that you ever shall?” she then wondered “That one person could just be it for you? I have often wondered about you and Cosmo” she chuckled. 

“I’ll keep that in mind. But I bet I could make it work.” Mickey grinned. She picked up one of the balms to inspect it, giving a low hum. “What kinds of things do you use these for?”

Sebastian chuckled. “I don’t know, to be fair is not fascinating for me so it hard for me to know what would be new information for you.”  he explained

He liked the way she thought, she did make him feel better and that wasn’t something a lot of people managed. He had to admit, the kiss felt better than he expected, but he pulled away anyway.

“I honestly don’t know…” but it was sweet of her to want to make him feel better. He took a deep breath trying to decide as he leaned into her touch, he doubted he could feel much worse. “Where can we go that’s not the bathroom.” He asked.

“I guess that makes sense,” Mickey replied. “Although anything you told me might sound interesting just because it’s coming from you.” She winked playfully.

Licking his lips slowly, Axel’s fingers dragging along her jaw before his thumb ran along her lower lip. “Everything has a moment, sweetheart. Sometimes, they all come at once.” Winking at her, his hand dropped to the table, going to grab the glass and brought it to his lips, taking a long pull. Reclining in his chair soon after, his icy gaze taking each part of her, as if burning the image of her into his mind. She looked like his sort of fun, at least for the time being, even talked like his sort of fun.

When the brunette spoke, a dark chuckle escaped him when she said he was her poison, and she had no idea how right she could be. “It does appear so,” the corner of his lips curling into a coy smirk. “With whom do I have the pleasure of drinking with?”

Her eyes stayed on his, hungry as his finger slowly moved along her skin. It was highly tempting to suck the thumb that ran along her lower lip, but instead she just let her tongue brush against it – lashes fluttering slightly. “A wise man.” She purred at him, mildly disappointed when his hand dropped, though she watched as he drank from the glass, eyes lowering to his neck and watching the movements under the skin as he swallowed. Mickey could feel his eyes on her, basking under the attention, biting her lip as she looked at him, reclined so deliciously there.

“My name’s Mickey.” She told him, “What about you, handsome? Does looks good enough to do positively sinful things with have a name?” 

Axel’s attention had turned from his new companion to follow one of the waitress’s behind him, ordering himself another drink. When his gaze finally landed on the female in front of him, his brow raised while his eyes traveled the length of her body. He had come to the establishment due to boredom and was looking for some entertainment. The way she looked, she could end up being the right kind for the moment. “It could very well be,” Axel mused as he motioned for her to sit once more, licking his lower lip slowly. “Tell me your ideas of fun and I’ll see what I can do,” he responded, reaching out to run his index finger under her chin quickly, to gauge her reaction.

When she finally sat, Axel reclined in his seat, habitually spinning the ring on his finger as he observed her, taking in each bit of her that he could see. “What’s your poison?” His inquiry finally left his lips when the waitress returned with his drink as he lifted the glass to his lips and took a long swig before resting it on the table in front of him.

Still no recoil from her being a wolf. That was a big plus for him in her book. Mickey took a seat, almost purring when Axel reached out to touch her, not shying away from the contact. “I have a lot of ideas about fun,” She told him, grinning cheekily and showing off her dimples. “What do you like? Fast, slow – rough? Or maybe you’re like me and you like it all at the right moment?”

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse: COSMO: Basically, hello handsome, he looks like fun. And was she absolutely right? Hell yes. LEONIE: Fascinating and warm – and kind of gave her a home vibe that she’s come to associate with the Evershams.

Current impression:   COSMO: More of the above, but now he’s also her favourite person in the universe. She adores Cosmo and will put him above others. What’s hers is his and so on. He’s the person she goes to whenever she’s feeling low because without fail he makes her feel better. Plus, he gets it. Neither of them are one person people and there’s never any judgement with Cosmo. She loves him. In their particular way. LEONIE: More of the above again, really. She feels like she’s got plenty to learn from Leonie and loves her for always being open to Mickey even when she feels a bit like a stray pup.

Are they attracted to your muse?:   COSMO: Duh. LEONIE: She doesn’t find Leonie unattractive but for all her shamelessness, she’s basically put Cosmo’s family off limits.

Something they find frightening about your muse: COSMO: She’s supposed to find something frightening? LEONIE: Maybe a little that Leonie thinks she’s old, because Mickey doesn’t think of her that way.

Something they find adorable about your muse:   COSMO: His smile. His curls, absolutely his curls – Mickey secretly (or maybe not so secretly) loves to play with them. His eyes too, they’re very pretty. LEONIE: Her passions. All the things Mickey wants to learn about, and the way Leonie seems to enjoy teaching.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:   COSMO: Without second thought. LEONIE: Of course.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:   COSMO: Duh LEONIE: Platonic, sure.

One word my muse would use to describe yours:   COSMO: Symmetry. LEONIE: Inspiring.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: COSMO: Only during sex (except for his ass, she might slap that playfully otherwise ;) ) LEONIE: No.

“Like right after?” He wondered, tilting his head curiously at the other. It seemed that se was certainly eager for the idea and he almost felt worried that he was being locked into something “You won’t be upset if I up and travel again though, right?” He wondered, between soft kisses to her skin. “Only for me?” He teased, nipping at her and giving a soft grunt as he shifted himself into her- shuddering at how good she always felt around him.”You always feel so great….” He mumbled, trying to gather himself so that he could really focus on taking her properly. “I like to think that we’ve gotten enough practice in with each other to know just what we enjoy…” He groaned at her, only then kissing her hard, allowing himself to get really lost in the moment with her. It was always so easy to forget everything with Mickey.

“While I’m feeling inspired, why not?” She shrugged. It was about time she had a space for herself. Laughing softly at his concern, she tugged on one of his curls, “No, silly. I mean – maybe give me a little warning so I know I have the place to myself,” She wiggled her eyebrows, “But of course I won’t be upset. You know that. Having a place doesn’t change anything other than giving us a new spot for fun.” Mickey scratched over his scalp again lightly with her fingertips.

His teasing made her laugh softly, “Well – no one else knows my body quite like you Cosmo.” She purred. She’d hope that they’d learned enough with the amount of times they’d rolled around together. Not that Cosmo hadn’t just seemed to instinctively know all the right places to touch from the beginning, but somehow it just just kept getting better.

Geraldo knew his way of doing things wasn’t the same as many others, as he’d encountered any time he went for a drink or to the nightclub. But despite that, he was enjoying the conversation with the other, simply discussing their own pleasures and desires. “What do you consider intimate?” he asked curiously, taking another sip of his drink, his eyes on hers.

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse:

Yummy.

Current impression:  

Yummy, though pregnancy is a lil scary. But she’s happy for Azalea (and Magnus) even if pups aren’t for her.

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

Of course! Those big brown eyes are hypnotising.

Something they find frightening about your muse:

She’s pregnant. That’s terrifying. But as long as it isn’t her...

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

The previously mentioned big brown eyes, that could probably convince Mickey of almost anything.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

Probably. Especially right now – pregnancy is scary and pups aren’t her thing but no one should be hurting a mama-to-be. 

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

Duh, they’ve totally been on playful dates. Probably not dates that other people would describe as dates, maybe just them being cheeky but... still!

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

(I will repeat,) Yummy.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?:

In the face? No. On the ass? Yes.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

Of course. Mickey is here for all the hugs and kisses ;)

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse:

An annoyance who spilled her coffee, dammit

Current impression:  

Cute, a little different than Mickey is used to - she feels bad for being annoyed by her.

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

Yes

Something they find frightening about your muse:

The situation she’s in and the immediate nervous reaction to bumping Mickey.

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

Everything? That she asks questions about wolves instead of assuming.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

In what setting? Probably not yet, admittedly. Unless it was sex, then she might try.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

Sure, but just a playful one. Mickey doesn’t really do serious.

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

Trapped

Would my muse slap yours if they could?:

No, not unless it was playful in intimacy.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

Axel had chosen to indulge himself a little with the intent to find some kind of entertainment, in one fashion or another. One could only find so much entertainment in one place. Taking a seat at a table for two, he ordered himself a drink. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow standing near the second seat, “Please, sit.” He offered, motioning with his hand as he shifted momentarily. “Can I buy you a drink?” Though the words were simple enough, Axel was still trying to judge if the visit was business or personal in nature.

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Mickey had eyed the tall vampire off for a long few moments. He was very attractive and she wanted him. Hopefully he wasn’t averse to wolves. She knew some vampires looked at her like dirt when she tried to flirt with them. But she approached him anyway – she wouldn’t know if she didn’t try, after all. When he gestured for her to sit, she figured that he didn’t immediately hate her on account of being a wolf, so that was a good start.

“Is a whole species thing. Everyone is affected by it, some can try to fight it, is like a bloodlust but for sex, everyone wanted to sleep with everyone, I can be messy, but it can also be fun.” he chuckled.

He smiled. “Trust me, after more than 100 years with things being rough, the only explanation is that I’m cursed.” He said in a more light tone this time, Sebastian knew she was trying to cheer him up, and he did appreciate her efforts. He moved his body closer to her and kissed her deeply, letting his tongue play with hers and let their bodies to the talking for a while, being that close to her, her scent, it wasn’t exactly like birdie, since her smell had a little of cherry on it, but it was close enough, so he pulled away breaking the kiss, as much as he knew she was saying that she was down to cheer him up, deep down he knew he was going to call her by the wrong name, and he didn’t want to offend her. “I shouldn’t use you like this…”

“Sounds like it.” She grinned at him. “How did I not know that? Have you got any other fascinating vampire tidbits I should know?” Anything that might make it a little easier to get into vampire pants – that sounded good. 

“You live for like, a bajillion years. 100 of them is nothing when you think about your lifespan. You’re not cursed.” She told him. Mickey hadn’t entirely expected the kiss, but she responded eagerly – leaning into him and kissing back hungrily. He got closer, and she lifted a hand to his neck, caressing him and sliding it into his hair with a little purr – fingertips massaging his scalp.

“You better go, I don’t think I could leave the newbies unattended, it’s not fair on you for me to leave you with them either.” She murmured as she grabbed her forehead with her hand. “I can get one of the girls to manage your section while you go. Thanks so much Mickey, you are a champ.” She grinned at her. Greta could see why her son was taken with the young wolf, in her time working at the Bistro, she had never let her down and was always reliable. 

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“Yeah but if you need a break, Moss – I can handle ‘em for a bit.” Mickey promised. “Maybe when I get back? You deserve a break.” She grinned back at Greta nonetheless. “Alright, I won’t take long.” Mickey reached out and squeezed the other wolf’s shoulder before heading through to get petty cash and make a quick list.

“Well, I think once you’ve had a taste that you can’t go back” He agreed and then gave a playful nip at the she wolf. Had he ever been told he had to settle down with someone, well…He would have certainly considered it with Mickey. She was mate material for the right reasons- but she was better in the idea that she also didn’t want to be tied down. “Mm” He groaned, nuzzling at her “I’m excited for it” he hummed, thinking about all the possibilities for them.  Cosmo shivered in pleasure at how warm and wet she was for him “You feel so ready and perfect for me…” He whispered, licking his lips almost hungrily. The wolf then shifted so that he was hovering over her, adjusting his member to tease it at her entrance- the wolf couldn’t help himself and only gave in and pushed himself into her. “Fuck-…” He groaned, immediately shifting his hips up at her, pushing himself deeper. “Perfect as always….”

“I’d say so.” Mickey agreed, laughing softly as he nipped at her. She kept scratching at his scalp, guiding him to where she wanted to feel him nuzzle at her. “I’ll start looking – once we’re done here.” And that might take a while.

“Always for you,” She hummed with pleasure, wrapping both arms around him, up under his shoulders – pulling him in while her hands splayed over his back. Cosmo didn’t make her wait long, and she hummed again as he filled her, digging her fingers into his back.

“Well, as you can probably tell…I make my own clothes, jewelry and I almost make balms for the skin” she listed off, gesturing to her clothes and then to some shelves that had some small silver tins on it.  “Well I’m over 140, I think that counts as old age. We’re not vampires afterall, we don’t live as long.” she chuckled and then gave a soft sigh “I have always thought about finding them- It’s more that the Goddess is holding me back from it for some reason. That’s a reason that I need to understand in time…” she said as she looked up to the ceiling as if looking to the very Goddess herself. 

“That all sounds so cool. Especially the jewelry – but the balms and clothes would be nice too. I could use some new dresses and I bet it’s cheaper to make them.” Mickey mused, half to herself before wandering over to the shelves to look at the tins.

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? Someone who is up for a poly relationship, or an open one – because monogamy sounds horribly boring and Mickey has a lot of love (and loving) to give! 

It hadn’t been his intention to be gentle, he usually wasn’t, but something about the situation and the wolf he waa with seemed to call for it. He had no real intentions to keep things so… soft. Feeling how tight she was around him made sure of that, and when he felt he’d given her enough grace with his slower movements he began moving harder. With one hand gripping onto her hip he used the other one to hook behind her neck. Hed bring her into another kiss where he’d playfully bite into her lower lip as he growled.

“You like that?” He questioned as he drove his hips forward much harder, pressing her further into the building behind her. He was enjoying the way she moved her own hips to meet his own, moving him further into her, causing him to moan just a bit more. Although their start had been rocky he couldn’t deny it was entirely worth it with this outcome.

The fingers of one hand remained fisted in his hair, while the others twisted into his shirt, using the wall behind her for leverage to roll her hips into his. His thrusts got harder and in response she pulled him into her more – moaning into the kiss while he growled. When his teeth released her lip, she bit his in return, tugging playfully while gently scratching over his scalp.