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cw: dubious consent

Her movements are slow and sloppy and Surma finds himself slowing down so she doesn’t have to struggle to find him. He hesitates in one spot for a long moment as she opens her mouth to speak. The whisper of the word is lost on his ears and nothing more than an exhale of wind. It is invitation enough for him to move forward and touch her with his nose again, closing his eyes as he embraces her scent. Nothing seems off and he wonders if something is altering her mind for her by the lost, confused look in her eyes.

A breath lodges in his throat and he fears if he opens his eyes, Asterr will be on the other side. It will be her dark fur his nose is running through and it will be her breaths infiltrating his ears. The thought grows and grows that, as much as he fears the woman materializing before him, he’s just as afraid she may not be there at all. A low rumble roils deep in his chest as the burning the started there grows, further and deeper, and it is only the dark woman that continues to fuel him in the moment. He overlooks the innocence that has him captured instead to focus on the haunting memory plaguing the back of his mind. Surma curves one limb over her waist as he comes up next to her, hooking the opposite leg until he settles parallel with the girl beneath him and he does not wait.

He takes.