#smutasks

Scillian growled as the two of them hurriedly crashed through his doorway, his large, strong hands tugging off her shirt impatiently as she gripped two handfuls of his jet black mohawk. Gwen grinned and let out a breathy sigh of delight as he hungrily kissed and nipped her neck, pulling his hair harder just to hear him hiss. He slid his hands up her back, his fingertips tracing her tattoo for a moment before one hand unclasped her brassiere smoothly, the other travelling to twist into her silken red locks, mimicking her own gestures. He smirked into her skin, nipping, her jawline authoritatively as he ever so gently tugged with the hand lost in those gorgeous red strands.

"I hope that brother o' yours isn't expectin' ye in the Kwoon any time soon Lassie, this might take a while..." Gwen chuckled, her eyes sliding shut languidly as she felt the Scotsman expertly slip her undergarment straps down and over her shoulders. He discarded the garment and suddenly she was pushed over onto his bed, the muscular Scot continuing his ravenous attention on her neck and collarbone, moving dangerously lower and lower. 

"I made an excuse. Now tell me, Scillian; what does a true Scotsman wear under his kilt?" He pulled back from her hot, reddened skin, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he flashed her a cocky grin. She shivered with anticipation.

"Oh you'll find out soon enough, Lass, you'll find out soon enough..."

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HOLY CREPES I AM GIGGLING LIKE A DORK THIS IS THE BEST hnnnng xD I second that! Scil you are a sexy Dawg! You and your Fuaxhawk and yer kilt and and hnnnng! Boy if you want a rundown about REAL Mowhawks you have come to the right Girl!

XD I don't even know what I am saying anymore I am just