Alone? (Darius) - Darius and Crew

Text to him about 3am -   U alone?

Answer --

At the moment, yes. What's wrong?

'Nothing just needed to talk" - text back.

Text --

You can come home. It's safe.

Text - coming.

About 20 minutes later her heard her door open and she walked in with a look of just pure perplexity on her face.

He was leaning back on the bed. Shirtless, though still wearing pants, he seemed to be scrolling through something on a laptop that rested against his thighs. He looked up when she came through the door.

"Welcome home, Savannah."

"Hey handsome, the sept here is fucked up." as she walked towards him, she was wearing fitted blue jeans, one of his tops, her diamond choker, and her bracelets. She was barefoot, her hair down in loose curls and her lavender eyes looked to him.

His brow rose as he watched her. The moment she sat, he reached for her, tangled a hand in her hair and pulled her up next to him.

"Fucked up how?"

"Litany breeches and they don't want me in their merry band." once she was pulled up beside him, she leaned over and kissed him passionately.

He kissed her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in tight against him.

"Okay, explain to me how this is fucked up. You know I stay out of your wolf-like affairs."

"Basically two garou do not mate with each other and they have two that are.' with a chuckle "The "awful" fighting machine that is created is frowned upon by "Gaia" " as her hand started to run up his bare chest. "Just wow and how have you been doing?"

He glanced over at her and smiled.

"Meeting the Kindred of the area. And why is the fighting machine frowned on?"

"Because they are mules with normally pretty severe birth defects."with a grin at him as her fingers started to roll his nipples.

"What kind of birth defects?"

"Albino, bat ears, hairless, blind just to name a few." looking at him curiously.

He smiled at her.

"I see."

"The "official" rules say its a no no" then she leaned over and kissed him.

He smiled and kissed her, turning to sit his laptop aside.

"Well, your 'official' rules say that you spending time with me is a no-no."

Once the lap top was moved, she put herself on his lap with a low chuckle "But I only pretend to be a "good guy"." with a passionately kiss and her nails raking down his sides.

He expected her to cover him, so his hands went around her waist as she straddled him. He growled a little to feel her nails raking down his bare sides, his brow lofting.

"Perhaps you do not need to pretend quite so much here."

Wtih that she started to undo his pants, and he felt her teeth bite into his shoulder as she leaned up to kiss him, nipping his lower lip so she could taste just a drop of him, but she still had on far to many clothes for this.

He growled a little at the nip of his lip. But he let her -- let her undo his pants as well -- though he didn't particularly help her with her own clothes. What can I say? He's a dick.

She didn't even seem to notice as she pulled his pants off, then started to lick up his inner thigh, and - yep no - he's going to be a dick so is she. Funny how in the end she knew she'd give in but right now she had to believe she got a small choice right?

Well, he also knew she would give in. It's why at the most, his hand slipped down and tangled into her hair. He gripped tightly -- enough to pull her hair a bit -- but he didn't try to move her. He was letting her play, licking at his inner thigh. A slight smile on his face, though. Watching her with those bright green eyes.

A low growl of pleasure as he grabbed her head, she moved to lick his other thigh, almost close enough to lick him then moving to his belly button unless he took control of her.