Re: Basement ; stage [adult]
She did laugh again, still quiet and tinged with a soft shade of affection the second time around. "Taste good? Going to clean me up now?" she whispered into his hair as she shivered. With her now-free hand, she curved her fingers behind the shell of his ear, her thumb tracing the outer curve of it. Then she used her grip to so-gently pull him closer so she could press her lips to the side of his head. Less of a kiss, more of a bussing nuzzle, still relying more on instinctive actions than words as her brain and body re-righted themselves after the thorough tumbling they'd had.
With his additional questions, she cursed herself and her automatic reactions. She should have known that a wolf, of anyone, would refuse to let anything go after he'd set teeth into it (metaphorically more than physically, though that also pertained). She shoved at his shoulder with slim hands, but had no hope to actually move him off of her, and the push was half-hearted at best. It was her voice that went on the offensive, sharp when she replied. "Some of us belong to someone else, puppy. Forever." She met his golden gaze with her own dark eyes, the crease of a frown between her brows. "That's simply the way it is."