Re: Basement ; stage [adult]
Her hands still buried in his fur, she looked at him, listened to him, and when he rested on her leg, she pet gently along the top of his nose. She felt like someone different now that they were talking, someone less likely to claim a man from a stage, and she slid from the seat of the booth to kneel on the floor, to wrap her arms around his solid, furred body and hide her face against the side of his neck. She was vulnerable, breakable, and she wanted that feeling gone again. Wanted to go back to the place where her body throbbed and all that she cared about was sex and her own desires.
Muffled in his fur, she sighed, arms tight around him. "What happened to your pack?" she whispered, so quiet but knowing that he would hear her.