Deepwood Weald Diddly dee

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He was no stranger to how this worked, but it was nice to hear what she wanted clearly from her lips. He was quiet for a moment, content to study her as she made her following hint more clear and less subtle than her last — not that Arturo found her last hint all that subtle. She was young — probably around age of Lotte (and his own children) and he wondered what spurred her to be so blunt about her desires only to realize as it faded quickly that he really didn't care why she wanted him, only that she did and she did so boldly. She was a stranger and he doubted he'd ever see her again. The Teekon Wilds were vast, after all; and there was no threat that she would appear on Teaghlaigh's doorstep round with his children, either. She was not in heat, nor did she quite look old enough to have reached that stage in her life. The very basis of Arturo's darkest and deepest instincts told him there was no harm. It wouldn't hurt anyone, there were no consequences and it wasn't as if this were his first go `round.

“No, I have no where to be.” The gangster responded, breaking his silence as he eyed her unabashed as she took a step nearer, giving him a heavy lidded look. Teaghlaigh would not fall if he did not return until wee hours of the morn and Chusi was old enough she did not depend on him nor need him there twenty four seven. Arturo moved closer to her, diminishing the distance staring into her eyes for a moment to ensure that she knew and accepted what she was asking for, but the touch of his gaze did not linger long because the eyes he looked into were not the moonbeam eyes he yearned for. He brushed his muzzle against her's, his touch meant to tease, to build suspension, the temptation, to heighten her senses. A low growl of desire rumbled in his throat as his lips lingered near her ear for a few moments before he moved nearer so he could nip lightly at her shoulder with the intention of trailing the nips along the line of her body to her hip, all the while ensuring that the brush of their bodies did not break.

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