Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

Her blood jolts. It’s not a response she expects. Neither is his grin, slow, evocative, what had seemed like such certainly before all but whittled away in the passing of several breaths. With one word he rekindles the fire in her and she’s perilous in the awe of that. His green eyes glint. He smiles and she wants to taste it again. If he means to bait her- she’s powerless against him, anyway.

She closes their distance, stepping beyond what she knows, like something intrinsic guides her to where she should be- a moon to orbit his sun.

But she is not so sweet. With her teeth she grazes his jaw hungrily; possessively, ceasing only to run her chin along his flank.

"If I win, I get you for a week. Come home with me," breathlessly, mindlessly, she murmurs into the thick fur of his back. If she lost...

They don’t want this. She can’t think clearly anymore. They want this.

There is only now. Let him say stop. Let him be the one to pull away. She had already tried- and how well had that worked out?