[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldnât (for isaac byyyyye)
Truth be told, he didnât plan on this. Nor would it have been in his list of curiosities. The truth of the matter was that he just got bored. Izzy did a lot of these sort of things. The normies paid good money for it meanwhile Izzy looked like she enjoyed it. Or had a respectable amount of affinity for the task anyway. Ensuring spiritsâ safe passage and protection seemed a worthwhile employment when it came. And he knew quite a bit and probably more than most about graveyards.Â
He was the muscle. She was the witch.Â
But this time it was quite the mausoleum. Names of centuries old dead people surrounded them and candle lights shakily flickered as they hung off the wall. Not exactly the most seductive of places. Then again, to a bored werewolf, not much it would take.Â
He asked, â Want to make out while we wait?âÂ
She said, one moment, babe. Frankly, he kind of blacked out after that for a few seconds.Â
And all he could think about after was his fingers in her hair, hers running down his arms. The breeze from the slight crack in the doorway running up their spines and his lips latching onto every bit of skin to leave a mark. Tonightâs spirits might be arriving late, but Isaac is just in time.Â