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Arturo drew in his breath as he watched Lotte close the distance between them that he'd left, and let it out in a low exhale that lingered a strange mix of want and contentment. His breath rose and fell in a quick, shallow exhale as the touch of her shoulder turned into the press of her ribcage against his chest, flank and then her hip moved against him slowly, agonizingly as she circled him. It was the tease of her tail against his jaw that drew forth the low rumble from somewhere deep in his chest. A feral, instinctual communication that bespoke his pleasure at her touch, as she teased him. It might have made him feel alive in a way he had not felt in a very long time (and still in a different way then Duana had drawn him in), might have set him on edge but it was a torture he'd gladly take over and over again. There was an undeniable physical attraction to Lotte but it was more than that. He, himself, did not fully understand how he'd lost himself so completely to her. How every other woman was a dull moon in comparison to the bright sun that Lotte had so quickly became to him. Arturo did not believe in fate, nor divine intervention. Yet...even if it was unrequited and even if it wasn't mutual there was a resounding feeling of rightness — like he'd been searching for something his entire life and that restless desire had ceased the moment she'd walked into his life. It was cheesy, but he knew it to be true in the marrow of his bones. Regardless of how, or why, she'd captivated him and his intrigue and he had no desire to fight it.

His head bowed as she took to a playful stance before him, and Arturo watched as she darted towards him and snapped at the air playfully before, quick on her feet, the mummer darted away. The gangster ghosted forward a step, reading what her eyes silently communicated to him. It had been a long time since Arturo had played (not counting Chusi's lesson because it was educational) and the last time he'd been enticed to play with a woman full grown it had resulted in his children. Yet, this was different. Lotte was yet pure, untouched by her estrus cycle and thus Arturo's desire to indulge her was of his own free will as opposed to the saccharine temptation of hormones and feral call of archaic instincts. She wanted him to chase her and so he would.

The Ceannasach stalked forward, ears cupping forth atop his skull before they slicked back and the gangster offered her a devilish grin. His muscles pulled taunt as he prepared to launch himself in pursuit of her when she fled.

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