Wickedly fun

Olivia was still well aware just how that old wolf could get, and that was probably precisely why she shot him look she does now. Of course a stab wound would hardly deter the man. He’d start swinging even now, if the mood struck him. Her attention, however, is easily drawn elsewhere. Particularly towards the hand that oh-so casually finds it’s way along her knee. She chooses to ignore the way she rather naturally leans towards, and quirks a playfully challenging brow instead. “And what pray tell, do you suggest we occupy ourselves with in the meantime~…?”

Originally posted by nataliedormersource

Well..this could go one or two ways, right? Uriel was not kidding whenever he called himself a risk-taker..because this definitely proved it. Noting that she hadn’t slapped his hand off her gorgeous tights, the male wolf smiled a shark-like grin and let their inch grow closer and closer, until they could feel eachother’s breaths on their lips. “Well, this..for instance.” he whispered. Shortly after, he was chasing her mouth with his, grunting softly into the kiss seconds before it happened.. And melt into it, he did..going so far as to grip her jaw gently whilst he took the dominant stride.

Naturally, Olivia caught sight of that soft, subtle smile and she can only assume the reason for it. He’d seen her too, no doubt. The both of them were far too observant. He was right about that one, she is many things. Naive certainly isn’t one of them. But she distracted with that breath he releases, the words that follow earn a certain little knit of her brow. “I wouldn’t… It’s not as simple as all that. But of course you have. Already got your eyes on a little harem, mm? Just like old times.” As if she hadn’t revealed too much, Tsk. She continues on, setting aside spare thread and wiping the stitched wound down before she places a bandage over it.

She pulls herself up to sit back down next to him, leans back and crosses her legs once she retrieves her glass. “Oh, you must. You were going to cook for me, were you not?”

Originally posted by shelbyshouseoffandoms

Uriel was happy to loose sight of that forsaken stab wound, ready to put those who did it behind him..for now, anyway. Because if he ever saw any of them in here..well, let’s just say he would give no fucks about whatever was around his neck or what happened afterwards. No, he would swing that blow and not stop until he was pinned down to the ground. But back to that blond bombshell, shall we? “I mean..you guys have got yourselves quite the storage down there, don’t you? I’ve always loved playin’ my cock is bigger than yours.” Or who’s boss, in other words. He simply must be the only slave to see the appeal.

The wolf turned his head in the siren’s direction as she took the empty spot beside him and placed his hand on one of her knees, lightly stroking it with his thumb.. “You’re right I was..” he whispered, waiting some precious seconds to slightly slid that same touch a little bit higher, insinuating. “..maybe later?”

“i dunno,” he answers with a small shrug. he wasn’t used to meeting people like this. he was secluded much of his life, and when he did get out he wasn’t exactly meeting and greeting people. it was more like them meeting and greeting him if that made sense. “okay…and yeah i am..does that um..matter?” luka questions, giving the other a look. their noses were very sensitive and scary kind of considering he could just smell what he was. “they um…i guess someone i knew sold me here? i don’t…know.” luka murmured, feeling dumb. he let himself be fooled and sold to this place. he should have known better. “what about you?”

“Well, I’m gonna need a lot more than “I don’t know” if you want me to forget about that.” Uriel said in a daring way, seizing the other male up for the third or fourth time. He was a cute guy, to say the least..but figuring him out was going to prove hard when he was giving him so little to work with. “..it doesn’t. But it’s good to know, I guess..” The werewolf smirked, insinuating ways that could come into play. Sitting up, he rubbed a hand down his face..eyeing the exterior of their cell once, and slid forward, pressing his elbows onto both knees. “You haven’t thought about it? I mean, I’d have a couple of theories runnin’ in my head.” he scoffed, “I myself stole somethin’ back and was ambushed by the same guys..who later sold me here as well. Screwed up world, ain’t it kid?”

Not that the siren would admit to as much aloud, but perhaps even her attention was drawn with that subtle shift of the wolf’s knees. Where her mind wanders just then? Who knows. But she’s thoughtfully nipping the corner of a plush bottom lip, before she’s quick to get right back to work. That’s just one path of thought she doesn’t need as a distraction. It’s relatively quick work, even if it’s actually been quite some time since she’s had to stich anyone up.

She still manages to do away with the contents of her own glass at what she’d call, a healthy rate. It’s more of a comfortable silence than she’d have originally imagined. Situation withstanding. How many times has she done this before? She probably would’ve lost count. She snaps out of her reverie, bright gaze darting to meet his, with the fingertips that brush that wild loose curl back behind her ear. She leans into it just so, before she catches herself but she moves on all the same. The question send to surprise her some, she pauses after she closes off a stitch. “Mm, I wouldn’t say … This place could be any place honestly. I just needed– I don’t know. I needed some peace. Bit of a vacation. But it’s not that simple. I didn’t come here to find myself a pet, if that’s what you’re wondering.” A light chuckle, before she continues, “I feel more in control here. How I feel, can really matter. I don’t know how to word it without sounding foolish.”

Originally posted by shesnake

Uriel observed that leaning in of hers at the touch of his fingers and didn’t stop himself from smiling at it, subtle..of course. He didn’t want to screw any of his progress there. The siren was many things but naive wasn’t one of them, after all. She would know he was cooking something. As she did finish stitching him up, however, he let go off a breath he had been holding and focused on her words, furrowing his eyebrows. “You like this place because it makes you feel like you matter?” the wolf huffed in a whispery tone. “I wasn’t aware I did such a poor job as a husband. But hey, I get it..I’ve already thought about what I would do if I was in your position here.”

He had always fancied the pack-life best, though. More so than playing a part in that whole society. No, Uriel needed to feel like he was the boss of his own tiny domain and not just an engine piece..but he wouldn’t turn his back on the possibilities here either. “That all being said. Mind if I crash here for a couple of hours? I could use a warm shower.”

          Kora tried to mind her own business - truly she did. Okay, that was a lie - she was fucking BORED. And poking fun at those who came to peer in on the lot of them like sideshow attractions - well, that was her favorite pass time. She was leaned up against the wall, legs crossed as she peer up between the bars. Green eyes first landed upon the guard and then the slave who now shared the cell beside her. “He wants to fuck you.” She snickered, gesturing toward her nose which wrinkled in distaste. But that only made her laugh a little harder. “You can brand us - but you can’t steal our senses.”

Uriel certainly was not expecting anyone to speak up..let alone do it for him, but the fact that someone had immediately put him in good spirits. More out of sheer amusement than anything else. “I’m confused. Are you talking about me or him?” It was an easy mistake to make, after all.. The guard, on the other hand, stared between the two of them, scoffed out loud and left, mouthing off something about having better things to do. “..well, it’s good to see some of us haven’t lost our sense of humor yet, huh..”

Truthfully, Olivia would have been more surprised had the wolf looked away when he had been caught. Would have been far more out of character for sure. He’d always had a thing for that ass, anyway. It would have been just as uncharacteristic for her not to play with him a little, right? It’s another little playful roll of those blues, before she’s seated next to him again. Perhaps this was part of some grand scheme, and maybe that’s smart in itself. But it’s nice to feel a little at ease. Even if it’s with your estranged husband… Who’s now a slave. Who needs stitches. Baring that no mind!

Once she’s seated though, she comes to another little realization. Sitting next to him just isn’t going to be the right angle. She quirks an amused brow quietly when the wolf actually takes that time to situate a towel. Tsk, thoughtful. It’s another amused hum as she rather gracefully slides to her knees, needle and thread in hand. “Think about your happy place, hm?” She teases lightly, in the same instant, moving through with that initial piercing of flesh. Ouch.

Originally posted by nataliedormersource

Uriel looked down at the siren’s sudden change in posture, unable to stop the little smirk from curling along his lips. Long time since he had seen her kneeling. Much less in front of him. And well, let’s just say he had always been fond of that view, his knees shifting apart from eachother in just the slightest to allow some more room. “That ain’t gonna be hard at all..” he said and readied himself, feeling his teeth sink into his bottom lip once the needle pierced through his flesh.

Watching her work from there was a piece of cake. Not that it didn’t hurt like a motherfucker..because it did, but to someone like him..that was completely bearable. He shifted a hand, capturing a strand of unruly hair before it slid to her face, and brushed it beneath her ear..ever so tempted to get a feel of that silk-smooth skin of hers. “May I ask what you like about this place?” he mumbled ever so casually.

“well..yeah i - i um…i guess.” luka stammered out, shaking his head a tad as he observed the other with each step he took into his their cell. “but not…really. i’m…i like being alone.” not quite but for the most part he appreciated silence and solitude until he didn’t. luka made a face at the shove and rubbed his shoulder a bit even though it hadn’t really hurt. “well i didn’t ask but okay–” luka cut himself off, giving another look over of the guy before nodding. “nice to meet you too…” came his mumbled response as he sits back down on his cot. “oh..not long…a week if that? what about you?”

“Well, that is not a very nice thing to say to someone you’ve just met, is it?” Uriel argued, acting like he was offended by his little claim. The boy had probably not meant it like that, he was sure..but a part of him was curious as to how he would react if he put his foot down. “Then take it as me bein’ nice in sharing that bit of information. You’re human, am I right?” The older male, allowed the other some room to reach his own cot somehow and gave him a studious once over.. “About the same amount of time. Perhaps more- may I ask how they got you?”

So maybe she can be kind of adorable, and maybe she’s aware of it. Maybe she’s not. The nose scrunch was an old habit. She swore when she ran into Uriel again, she wouldn’t be nearly so sweet but hey– one in the same, old habits die hard. A certain arrogance has always been a.. quirk of the wolf’s, that’s true. He had an abundant talent for manipulation, this was also true. That soft spot just hasn’t gone anywhere, it seems. She can choose to ignore as such all she likes, but if she was still *that* angry with him… She’d have left him to a festering wound. The way he beams at her earns a light-hearted roll of her eyes, and a huffed chuckle.

Besides, it wasn’t as if she was always a perfect like angel of a thing. The siren has enough wherewithal to shoot him a knowing little look over her shoulder, as she takes the time to stretch her reach. As if he wouldn’t look, hm? She plucks two glasses from a shelf, fills both before she’s back across the room. It’s a quirk of her brow on that note, “Ooh, I don’t know..” Another playful little scrunch of her nose, “Has your cooking improved that much~?”

Uriel beamed rather proudly at being caught staring at that ass and allowed for it to linger until she was back on that sofa with him handing her that booze. “I mean, I’ve learnt a few tricks..but I do remember what you liked.” Even then he was being way more vulnerable than he would have liked --too nice, if he did say so himself, but without an audience to witness such a thing, the big bad wolf felt strangely at ease. Perhaps this was just all part of his plan to gain an ally out there. His wife, nonetheless. Although now she might want to get a divorce or something.

Taking the glass of alcohol from her grip, the male reclined himself against that sofa again and procurred a towel below his tight, just in case. “..ready whenever you are, I guess. Stitch that motherfucker off..”