A Wild Turn of Events (Gina)

[brettdawson]

Pre-Chey is a sister and Pre-Maxi disappearance

Brett couldn't be any more ready. He was waiting for tonight the moment she brought it up. He became anxious right after she left that bunk room. That lust she gave him... indescribable. He couldn't tell her the power she had over him... but maybe she felt it. She might take advantage of that. Secretly, he wanted her to. He was ready to fight her for dominance, since he knew she was going to put up a fight. He got a little smirk on his face just thinking about it. He was currently in his room, inf front of his floor-length mirror, trying to decide what to wear. He didn't really see the point in wearing anything... since it was going to be taken off anyways. He dressed pretty casual though, jeans and a polo. He did his hair the same way, it made him look hot, he thought at least.

That wrestling match was actually on TV. He was surprised that she actually knew that, but wasn't complaining. It was only a perk when a girl liked sports as well as sex. In Brett's life there were three basic elements, Success, Sports, and Sex. Of course all of those had sub-elements, like working out, but it was what he lived off of. What else was needed?

For being a bachelor, his condo was actually fairly clean. After picking up the dirty laundry and wiping off the counters and tables the place looked great. He switched out the sheets and blankets as well, obviously they'd need those. He had sleek furniture that just happened to come with the place, he was too lazy to change anything and the price was just what he wanted so he didn't complain. Women he brought home either loved the design or were too busy paying attention to him to notice. He obviously preferred the latter. He was lounging on the couch, allowing himself to get engulfed in the pre-match show. It was a good thing, since he got to calm down before she got here. He didn't want to seem too anxious, that wasn't his style.

He heard the knock and got up immediately, he checked his watch, she was about a half-hour late. Fashionably late. What a tease. A hint of a smirk was on his lips when he opened the door, "Come in." He gestured into his place with the sweep of his hand. After she entered he closed the door and checked her out quickly. Yep, still hot. "Still up for wrestling?" His words were laced with sexual meaning, cocky smirk and all, but he pointed to the TV as he said it. He wanted to take her on.

[GINA FAYE]

Gina had hardly been able to work all day. She was so anxious to see Brett and actually get laid, she could think of hardly anything else. It was frustrating, but then again, she liked it that way. The build up made it all the better when they finally got down to business. Thankfully she got her hands on a case that involved getting out of the precinct. An accusation of neighbors decimating each other's yards. It was stupid, but it was better than being stuck at her desk when all she wanted was to go find Brett and lock herself in the bunk room with him.

Remembering making out with him got her all hot and bothered. He had been so sexy the way his hands felt over her body and his mouth worked against hers. She couldn't wait to feel his hands on her again. Those hands alone could make her do whatever he asked. She hated to admit, but Brett was able to exact some power over her. Gina was not one to relinquish her power easily, but she couldn't help it with Brett. He had a way of making her stomach clench with anticipation, even giving her butterflies. Maybe that was just because she hadn't been laid in a few weeks, though. She would chalk it up to that, but she knew the real reason: she actually liked Brett. They were a lot alike, she had a feeling, and it made her bubble with anticipation. Why'd he have to be so sexy? It made her lose her resolve.

That night she decided to wear a dress. It wasn't overly dressy, though, but a casual yellow cotton dress with spaghetti straps that hugged tight at the top and had wide gentle pleats at the bottom. It was simply and cute, but showed off enough of her figure. Of course she wore high heels, black; she rarely went without heels. She wore a lacy black bra, but no underwear. What was the point? It was just going to come off anyway, and she had a pretty good feeling Brett would like her without panties. Her hair was down, perfect mussed, and she topped it off with smokey make-up and lightly glossed lips. Damn, she looked hot. Irresistible, even!

When she reached Brett's house, she realized she was about half an hour late, but that didn't matter. What was half an hour in a whole night of fucking like animals? She was willing to bet that her pheromones were wild, possibly as strong as her vixen counterpart that she kept hidden. Of course it wouldn't smell like a fox's pheromones, but she probably had a good, sweet smell right now. Not that she could tell. Brett opened the door and she looked him over with an approving look. She liked him dressed down like this. Half of her was hoping he would answer the door naked, though. Oh, well. She'd have him naked soon enough. "Come in." "Don't mind if I do," she drawled flirtatiously, making her way into his apartment.

It was nice! She was surprised at how clean it was. Then again, any place was immaculate compared to hers. Her house was a disaster area. She just never picked up after herself. Her eyes came back to him as he closed the door. "Still up for wrestling?" He pointed to the TV and, sure enough, there was that fight she had been talking about. Gina liked sports, even the stupid ones like wrestling. She laughed, seeing it on TV, and she turned back to him. "I was thinkin' of a different kind of wrestlin'," she said, leaning against the arm of the couch. "More of a live rendition. Maybe not so much violence." Her eyes were full of lust as she smirked at him. Mmm-mmm-mmm, he was in for a fucking treat. She could barely contain herself.

[brettdawson]

With her actually here in his condo, all of that built up need came rushing back. It was quite the feat to not tackle her to the couch at that very moment. Her sexy little accent pulled him in close, the way she drawled that flirty remark got his smirk to show fully. A live rendition eh? He'd give her that and more. In the couple steps he took, his eyes were already undressing her. He realized that the former restrictions of work were no longer there. He could undress her if he very well wanted to. And he wanted to. Though he would save it, make her need it. For now he stood in front of her, the space between them limited. He trapped her against the arm of the couch as he spoke. "I was hoping you'd say that," he then lifted her quickly onto the arm, his body between her parted legs, "because I had a few of the same thoughts." His cocky smirk crossed his lips as they closed in on hers. He barely kissed her before breaking their lips again.

His fingers started wandering under that dress of hers. It made her curves and breasts just that easier to see, which was always a plus for him. She did look stunning... aside from the usual beauty she held. Wait... beauty? He meant sexiness... of course. But he couldn't deny she was gorgeous. His fingers discovered something that interrupted his thoughts. No underwear. He smiled devilishly and laughed slyly as he continued grazing her inner thighs repetitively, "You came prepared, smart," he said in a hushed yet seducing tone. His body seemed to be pressing closer and closer to hers. He left her no room to escape but backwards, and he'd follow soon after if she tried. His fingers just seemed to inch upwards more and more, her womanhood just fractions of an inch away. It was clear he wanted her. He couldn't hide it.

Teasingly, he backed away from her, his hand grabbing hers to help her hop off the couch. "We have all night, babe. You hungry, thirsty?" He made his way to the kitchen, open to the living room with a island bar in the middle of the tiles. He had an assortment of alcohol always out on the counter. He pulled out two glasses knowing a drink or two wouldn't hurt. He had a bottle of red wine and white, along with hard liquor like vodka, rum, and whiskey. Brett was always prepared to throw a raging party. Leaning over the bar, towards the stools where he assumed she would come for a seat, he asked, "What'll it be, m'lady?" He managed his best southern gentleman accent on the last word, as he pulled out the assorted bottles. He had on an amused smirk from mocking her, it was a tease though, and she knew it by the glance he gave her.

He loved that drawl of hers.

[GINA FAYE]

Gina felt her smirk grow at the way Brett moved toward her. She was so ready for this. His eyes undressed her as he walked, and she returned the favor. She wanted to see that body of his. When he closed in on her, trapping her against the arm of the couch, she gave a low giggle, her hands leaned on the arm. "I was hoping you'd say that..." Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as he lifted her onto the arm of the couch, grinning up at him as he moved between her parted legs. She was ready whenever he was. "...because I had a few of the same thoughts." His mouth came down to hers, and she watched it approach. He teased her though, just barely kissing her before he moved away. Two could play that game.

She watched him as his fingers started exploring under her dress. They were gentle for now, and she felt goosebumps crawling along her skin in delight. It made her smile more, and her own hands found his hips. She moved her hands higher, tickling her fingers under his shirt and teasing him. Those muscles felt good enough to eat. His fingers went higher and she grinned wide at his devilish smile. "You came prepared. Smart." She giggled a little, his tone and his fingers on her thighs leaving her breathless. If that was all it took for him to get her excited, then she had definitely gone too long without sex. Or maybe it was just him...no, it couldn't be. She'd had dozens of guys like Brett. What was it about him? She couldn't tell yet, but she was excited to find out. The closer he pressed, the more she wanted him, and her hands moved higher under his shirt. He wasn't going to make her falter. No way. She had this on lock. Or did she? His fingers were so close to what she wanted desperately for him to touch and she felt her resolve slipping. Why was it so hard to tease him?!

Again, he teased her by pulling away and taking her hand. Fuck! This was why she needed to be in more control. She hated feeling disappointed when she didn't get her way. "We have all night, babe. You hungry, thirsty?" She kept her hand in his, trying not to look like she was pouting too much. Show no disappointment! "I could use a drink," she replied, bringing her seductive smile back to her face. She took a seat at the island and raised her brows at all the bottles he had there. "Wow, Brett, you an alcoholic?" she teased, adjusting herself. He got down glasses and she inspected what was in front of her. "What'll it be, m'lady?" She laughed at his playful imitation of her accent. It wasn't half bad.

"Well, I'll tell you somethin', Mr. Dawson," she replied in her thick drawl. "No matter where you go in the South, if you meet a true Southern woman, she will always tell you she would like a shot of whiskey. If she don't shoot whiskey, then she don't belong in the South." She handed him the whiskey bottle with a playful smile. "Fill 'er up," she instructed with that devious smirk of hers. Gina could hold her whiskey and she wanted to see if Brett could do the same. If he could shoot whiskey as well as she could, she'd let him do whatever he wanted to her. She had a good feeling, though, that they were two sides of the same damn coin.

[brettdawson]

He laughed lightly at her question, no he wasn't but he was ready to serve one. He had so many different drinks so he was prepared. All girls had different tastes and he was ready to get them drunk in any way possible. Or maybe he just served to please. Brett could be a gentleman if he tried. That sly smile pulled over his lips at the thought. He tended only to be a gentleman to get what he wanted... But it worked. He wasn't a complete asshole, especially after his confrontation with August. Brett thought he was on good behavior now! He wasn't showing off anything yet... Teasing her was how he handled his cocky attitude.

A full smirk showed as she referred to him as 'Mr. Dawson'. And it stayed as she explained her drink of choice. He'd have to keep that in mind. He would know the next time he ran into a country girl. If she took the shot, he'd take her home, he decided. He should have guessed. But maybe not. Brett might have underestimated her a little. Mostly because he couldn't believe that she could be the full package. Gina already had him begging for more, in his mind, there was no way this girl could do anything else to impress him. Apparently, he was wrong. "Fill 'er up." He did as he was told and handed her the shot. He poured himself one and lifted it up. "Cheers."

He knocked back the alcohol with a quick shake of his head. It was instinct, he loved the burn of alcohol. He poured himself another shot before topping hers off again. He wanted to see just how many she could do in a row. He leaned across the island once more, feeling the urge to be close to her. Instead of looking at her eyes or boobs, his gaze fell to her hair again. "So babe," he said with nonchalance, as if they've been fucking for awhile, "what brings you to Scriptor Bay anyways? I'm curious." Not many people came here for more than a couple days. Vacationers came and went though. He knew she was staying long, she said so herself. He was glad.

He downed back his shot again and filled it for later. The wrestling match had started in the background. It made him think of their own they'd be having very soon. Brett couldn't resist and snatched that same lock of hair he had at the office. The softness was still there, texture exactly the same. He was leaning across the island now, He twisted it around his finger once more before finding her gaze. His lust was returning, and fast. That wrestling match sounded great right about now...

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(sorry if it's bad i had to type fast on the wifi!)

[GINA FAYE]

Gina took her shot and raised it to Brett. "Cheers," she echoed and knocked it back. It burned so good, and she squinted at the bitter taste. She loved it. Brett poured her another shot, and she drained that too, the first one burning in her stomach still. Her eyes found his as he leaned over the island, smirking at him. She let her eyes wander over his face and hair, deciding she wanted to run her fingers through his hair just so see how soft it was beneath all that product. She could remember the feel of his lips on hers, but the feel of his hair beneath her fingers was fuzzy. A burning need rose from the alcohol in her stomach, turned to a dull, longing ache. She wanted Brett bad.

"So babe..." She smirked. "...what brings you to Scriptor Bay anyways? I'm curious." Her eyes fell to her glass, her smirk still on her lips. "My mama grew up here and I wanted to bring my nana home," she replied simply. As her eyes studied the bottom of her glass, she felt him reach out and take a lock of her hair in his fingers. She looked up, a little surprised, but her smile was wicked. "You better watch yourself, honey," she warned quietly. "I could start that wrestlin' match when you least expect it." She reached for the bottle of whiskey, pouring herself a shot. When she knocked the shot back, it tugged her lock from Brett's fingers. But as her eyes came back down, feeling the alcohol burning in her stomach, she decided she was ready to start that wrestling match. Fuck patience.

She leaned over the island, her face just inches from his, grinning at this delicious morsel across from her. He had some pretty eyes. "I've been told patience is a virtue," she said in a low seductive voice. "But I'm not very virtuous." She let her smile spread across her face before sliding out of her chair at the island. Her hand grazed the countertop as she moved around the island, her heels clicking on the floor. It took seconds and she was against Brett, pulling his face down to hers. Her plump lips worked hard against his, leaning her back against the island as her arms linked around his shoulders. Her tongue slipped into his mouth with a whimper and she prayed she would feel his hands on her again soon. She was on fire.

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(It was fine, crazy. XD)

[brettdawson]

He simply nodded as she explained why she came here. Reasonable enough. He was glad she came. That wild smile was incredibly sexy on her lips. It took all his power not to leap over the counter right then. The urges were slowly returning to him. Soon, he knew, it would be like wildfire. This time, thought, there was no water to put it out. They were at his house, no work duties to cockblock. He knew from her next sentence that this show was finally beginning.

"You better watch yourself, honey," he raised a brow, his cocky smirk showing his excitement already, "I could start that wrestlin' match when you least expect it." A shiver was sent down his spine, but he didn't let his weakness show. He wanted her, needed her, so bad. The cravings were incredible now, the urges screaming in his head. His hands itched to feel her body, her curves. The seconds it took her to get to him were insanely long. He took his final shot of whiskey as she did so, to keep him calm. Even the way she strut turned him on more. She made everything sexy. He was still smirking as she forced her lips against his. He matched the rough pace perfectly. They were so similar, such experts, that just kissing was a thrill for him. He tried to resist her. He wanted to tell himself that he did have control, that she didn't make him fall to every urge. Brett had always been in charge, with every fling. He could handle himself. Not with her. That whimper drove him nuts. His tongue greeted hers almost too eagerly, instantly wrestling with hers. His hands couldn't hold back. As he pressed her against the island, his hands wandered as before. They fitted to her curves perfectly. His fingers traced the zipper up to the edge of her dress. The ends of his fingers lightly tracing her skin as he undid the latch. Then, smoothly, the zipper came down.

He lifted her up onto the counter of the island, he was tall enough that her legs only came to his waist. He stood between her parted legs, a repeat of earlier. Though his hands had a new destination. The kiss suddenly picked up, his lips moving quicker, hotter with hers now. He kissed her hard, in a needy sort of way. It was clear he wanted her. As the wild kiss continued his fingers were on her thighs. They slowly slid up, under the dress to pull it off of her. It broke the kiss momentarily, where his eyes opened to scan her incredible body. He was hooked. Then the kiss picked up where it left off. Immediately his hands wandered. They were feeling, exploring, every inch of her almost naked body. He grunted with pure ecstasy, lust. He knew he was going to lose all control tonight.

[GINA FAYE]

Gina felt her heart jump into her throat as Brett's tongue moved fiercely with hers, his hands moving over her body. She was losing control. She had control in all of her conquests, rarely letting herself get carried away. Brett was one of those rare instances. In fact, she'd never felt more willing to lose control. Perhaps it was because Brett was so much like her that it was like giving control to herself. Fuck it, it didn't matter. It just felt amazing. His hands were enough to thrill her. As she felt them fiddle at her zipper, unclasping her dress and then pulling the zipper down slowly, she was hooked. He could have her any way he wanted her. Normally, that would scare her; now, it was thrilling.

A moan left her as he lifted her onto the island, his lips never breaking from hers. Good. She adored the feel of his lips on hers. As he pressed between her parted legs, she wrapped those long legs around his hips. He wasn't going anywhere until she was satisfied. His mouth moved quickly, hungrily against hers, and she met each move of his lips, his tongue with and equally needy touch. Her hands buried in his hair, grabbing fistfuls of those blonde locks. His fingers on her thighs made her sigh into the passionate kiss, lighting a fire in her groin. She needed him desperately. How long was he going to toy with her? Those hands moved higher, large and hot, and it sent chills down her spine and a groan trembling through her. She just wanted more. Before she knew what was happening, he was breezing her dress off her, making her smile as she saw the lust in his eyes. Her heels slipped off her feet to clatter on the floor of the kitchen, just as his mouth came back to hers. She would be surprised if he couldn't hear her heart pounding. She could hear his. It only made her need him more.

Another moan rippled through her as his hands explored her body, his grunt making her shudder. It was maddening how turned on she was. Her hands moved from being tangled in his hair to rubbing down his chest, sinking lower until they got to the hem of his polo. She pulled back from his mouth only long enough to yank his shirt over his head and admire his body. It was perfect. She just wanted to eat him up. Her hands traveled up his back before she dragged her nails down the skin gently, smirking into his lips. A moan went through her as she felt over his hips, finding the belt of his jeans. She quickly undid it, moaning into his mouth again as her tongue continued to writhe against his. She was going to burn alive. When at last his belt was undone, she ran her hand along his package, smirking as she pulled back from Brett's mouth to nip at his lower lip playfully. "Looks like you're ready, Cowboy," she drawled in a voice just above a whisper. She gave a throaty laugh before kissing him again, her hands burying in his hair. When was the last time she'd been so heated with a man? She didn't know, but damn did it feel good.

[brettdawson]

Them legs. His member rose to the occasion just as those legs wrapped around him. Her long, addicting, delicious legs... He was dazzled, mesmerized. If she commanded anything, he'd do it without a second thought. But she had no idea. Absolutely no idea the power she held over this man. He was instantly addicted to her. To her taste, her body, her voice, her beauty, everything. And all it took was those legs for him to melt like butter. But those moans, those sexual noises... if her legs made him melt like butter those noises made him hard as a rock. He was feeling so much more than his usual fling. He felt... wild.

He could definitely hear that heart beat of hers... or was it his? He didn't know, didn't care. Because he knew that her heart beat would be out of control when he was through with her. His fingers were still teasing her. This time running his fingers just under her bra. He grazed the skin of her breasts, her sides and were just at the hooks when his arms came up and his shirt came off. He saw it. That gleam in her eye. He knew she liked what she saw. And it made him cocky as ever. He was surprised as his own moan escaped as the kiss started again. Her nails the source. It was like she knew every single thing that turned him on, that made him tick. From the legs to the nails he couldn't be more ready. He was anxious, yet he kept her there. Only due to curiosity. He felt her hands wander and could only wonder where they would end up. The first moan made his kiss hard, rough. His lips now dictating the pace and hotness. And damn was it hot. By her second moan he was about crazy with lust. His breathing faltered as her fingers grazed his bulge, something that hadn't happened since grade school. Nobody caught him off guard or so needy as this woman. This sexy, addicting woman. He groaned as she nipped his bottom lip, pressing her closer to his near-naked body.

"Looks like you're ready, Cowboy,"

He smirked, and before the kiss started up again he added, "You have no idea." He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them before lifting her to a straddle. His room was not far from the kitchen, thank god for a condo. He couldn't wait for the real fun to start. Couldn't wait for all this built up tension and lust to be released. He dropped her to the bed, running his eyes over her body as he crawled over her. His lips did their favorite thing, slowly, seducingly, started kissing up her neck. Meanwhile his hands were busy behind her back, unhooking her bra with experience and sliding it off. He was smirking when his lips grazed hers, "Lets see how ready you are." As he spoke his fingers were running up her inner thigh. Inching slowly upwards, teasingly, tauntingly. Two fingers were sent to test the waters. They pulled away as quickly as they entered, clearly seeing how far he could tease her before the begs started. "Good enough... but do you want it bad enough?" He teased with a vicious smirk. He loved prepping the kill. Toying with his prey.

But he wasn't so sure he could hold back.

Something inside him, some other need was surging inside of him. Thinking about how much he wanted her, wanted to fuck her, pulled at his instincts. Another part of him took over, "FUCK!" He screamed, throwing himself back off the bed in time for instinct to take over. It was quick, painless as ever, but for once it was reluctant. Almost instantly, a German Shepherd, with it's feet in a pair of boxers, was standing on the floor in front of Brett's bed. WHY?

[GINA FAYE]

"You have no idea." Gina giggled, helping Brett push his pants off those sexy hips of his. As he lifted her onto them, straddling him, she squealed into his mouth. She loved it when men could be playful and sexy. Her arms held tight around his shoulders, her body pressed firmly against his as she attacked his mouth. Damn, it was hot. He carried her to his bed and she needed to have him inside her desperately. There was nothing else she needed more, not even air. When he dropped her on the bed, she watched him with feral lust, her hands twisting in the sheets above her head. Her heart was racing as she waited with baited breath for him to crawl on top of her and get down to business.

And get down to business he did. His lips found her neck, and she took in a sharp breath. Her neck was her weak spot. With those slow, seductive kisses, he could do anything he wanted to her. Her head pushed back into the sheets, her hands gently clawing at his back as she moaned, "Brett." She was panting lightly, her legs tangling in his, making sure he wouldn't get away. His hands slid under her and she arched up a little to make it easier for him to slip her bra off her. Those hands...he could melt her with those hands. When his mouth came back to hers, brushing over her lips, she smirked back at him, the lust obvious in her eyes. "Let's see how ready you are." Gina felt his fingers inching closer, making her ache with need. A gasp left her as she finally got what she needed, hoping he would taunt her just a little longer. Alas, his fingers were gone as quickly as they appeared, and she sighed her disappointment. "Good enough...but do you want it bad enough?" He was torturing her. Her hands came to his face, making sure he was looking at her. "If you don't fuck me right now, I'm gonna tie you to this bed and rape you," she told him in a low, seductive voice. The statement was playful, but this was getting serious. Weeks of sexual frustration needed to be released. Now.

He seemed satisfied with that answer...until he wasn't. He screamed out a loud, "FUCK!" This took Gina completely by surprise and she watched as he jumped back off the bed. She pushed herself up on her elbows, watching as the man shifted into a German shepherd. Her crystal blue eyes were as big as saucers. She had never met someone like her before! They really did exist! She knew she was attracted to him on some deeper level! She was so giddy, she was smiling like a fool. Immediately she cried out, "I can do that too!" She jumped off the bed and shifted right into a bushy tailed fox. The vixen jumped forward and licked his face playfully before she hopped up onto the bed gracefully. If he chased her, she was ready to bolt. She was so excited, she wanted to play! This was the first Therian she had ever met outside her mama and nana! It was the most exciting day since her first shift.

[brettdawson]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK!!! Or not, actually. What a cock block! Her words echoed through his brain. "If you don't fuck me right now, I'm gonna tie you to this bed and rape you," Oh my god that was hot. He couldn't believe this happened to him. Change back... Change back! He thought viciously. A instinctual whine escaped as he shook his dog head. Oh shit. All Brett could think was, she's going to pass out. Or, she's going to freak out. Or she's going to call fucking ghost busters or some crazy shit like that. An exterminator. The pentagon. Oh shit, oh shit! Would anyone believe her? Someone would. Some crazy hobo who spends his entire life to find bigfoot decides that "Hey, yeah I believe in Therians!" It wasn't until he heard her voice that he noticed her expression. She was... Happy? Ecstatic!

"I can do that too!"

Thank baby Jewish Jesus! The babe in front of him transformed, as he did. He managed a doggy-smile as she ran up to lap at his face. How ironic... she was a fox. Figures. His tail was wagging furiously, her happy mood instantly transferring to his.Then his dog brain saw the pose for play. Yeah he wanted to play! Brett leaped up onto the bed, bowing his head with his rump in the air. He saw her take off, damn she was fast, and did the same. He ran with all the speed his dog legs could take him, but he couldn't out-do her lithe agility. The fox swerved through the furniture with ease while Brett had some trouble, and even knocked over a lamp. He didn't care, he was a dog! It was time to play. He managed to catch up to her, and with a nudge to the side, sent her gently sprawling over. His wet nose and muzzle ran in her soft underbelly fur quickly, in a tickling motion. Then he sat down with a plop and barked. He forgot he couldn't speak English.

His eyes were at the bedroom, his human conscious slowly returning. He wasn't shifting though! The moon. It was close to full but.. he should still have control? He saw a knocked over whiskey bottle and put two and two together. The alcohol and the sexual tension sent his instincts out of whack. She made him out of control in more than one way. He focused, and with as much force as he could muster up, shifted. Immediately, Brett laid back on the floor, hands pulling at his hair. He was embarrassed and pissed at himself at the same time. So he simply stared at the ceiling, grimacing. The good mood from his canine had not transferred.

[GINA FAYE]

Gina crouched playfully as Brett jumped up on the bed in the same pose. Yes! He wanted to play too! She bounded off the bed, running right out of the room. Gracefully she weaved through the furniture, alluding the dog chasing after her. She was breathless and excited, her tail spinning in delight, and she didn't want him to catch her! A lamp crashed and she jumped a little. This was so much fun! Her mama and nana never played with her like this before! Alas, Brett did catch her, nudging her in her side just enough to send her sprawling. She fell on her back, ready to nip at him playfully. He tickled her underbelly, making her wiggle and nip at the air, her way of laughing. Nothing could go wrong right now! She had a playmate! Finally, after all these years!

He barked and she rolled over, watching him as she panted lightly. She was waiting for him to spring again, come after her again, but he looked to the bedroom. Oh, right! They were about to have sex. She cocked her head to the side, getting to a sitting position, and ready to shift back if he would. Could she shift back? Yeah, she had enough control to do that. When he shifted, she followed suit, a happy smile on her face. Why wasn't he happy? He was grimacing, pulling at his hair, and she frowned playfully. "What's with the face?" she asked, crawling closer. When she reached him, she straddled him, grinning down at his sexy face. "Y'know, I've never met another therian outside my mama and my nana," she drawled excitedly. Her hands were on his chest as she leaned down to kiss him, a grin on her face.

She kissed him, this time a slow but heated kiss, her tongue just barely twitching out to play against his. That fire was back as quickly as it disappeared before, and she wanted it bad again. Quickly, her lips moved against his harder, moaning into his mouth, and she pressed her naked body to his. Her lips pulled back from his a little, brushing over his own as she spoke seductively, "Weren't we about to do somethin'?" Her nose brushed against his, teasing him as she grinned down at him. She hadn't lost her lust, and she sure as hell hoped he hadn't lost his. From the feel of it, she didn't think he had.

[brettdawson]

"What's with the face?"

He gave her an apologetic glance, and knew that frown was too teasing to be true. He half-smiled, shrugging as an answer. Though as soon as she started crawling he remembered just how turned on he was. His smirk slowly wiped away his grimace. His throat hummed a soon as she straddled him. Her hands on his chest just turned him on even more. It seemed any move she made turned him on. His eyes ran from her face, down her body, and back again over and over. His hands instinctively felt up her thighs, her skin was even addicting. Brett couldn't help himself! Especially with her. "Y'know, I've never met another therian outside my mama and my nana," His attention went back to her eyes as she spoke, though his cocky smirk never left his lips. "Well, now you got me, Gorgeous." That was... strange. He never called hook-ups more than 'Babe', 'Baby', or 'Sexy'. Never such... personal pet names. How did that slip out?

The thought was erased at her lips met his. The fire burning inside of him sparked once again. The slow kiss perfect for the situation. He kissed her back with just as much need. Her taste sent his heart hammering once more. They moved their lips quicker, hotter now at practically the same time. His tongue matching her wild movements. Her moan got him ready again. The way her body pressed against his made his need irresistible. When her lips pulled from his, he almost groaned. Without an outlet for his needs, his hands began to wander. Feeling her curves, her back, tracing her spine, were only a few things his hands did. He smiled wildly at her after her question. Yes. They were. He somehow got her in a straddle as he stood, he carried her to the bedroom once again. This time with nothing to interrupt them.