Re: Elevator: Inside
He pressed away, and she rose and pursued, one step and then two, cornering him even further in a space that was already cramped. When she was close enough to press nose to his knee if she wished, she sat again, penning him in. His prayers amused her; as if there was any hope for a god to rescue him from this.
She barked out something that was frightfully close to a human laugh at the shuddering breakdown of the elevator. Any worries about a short-cut end to their encounter were chased away when the breaks caught and held, trapping them together. The spike of his fear was sweet in the tightly enclosed space, and her nostrils flared to take as much of it in as she could. Her lips pulled back to expose teeth in a lupine smile, a twisted mockery of human expression. She stood again, her head coming to his stomach with the size of her, and nose pressed to the soft give of belly as she inhaled even more of that scintillating fear scent. If a wolf could shiver, she did, and then she was wolf no longer, but a feral woman, pressed bare against him.
Her senses were still raw and overwhelmed by the smell of him, even as a human, and she brought up a rough hand, nails dirty as claws had been, leaving smudge and smear of grime against his jaw when she tipped it back and pressed her nose to the soft side of his neck. She continued to breathe, uncaring that she was naked and dirty, hair wild and the color of forest mud, skin dusky with the same. "You smell like prey. Pretty, pretty prey." Her voice matched the rest of her, rough and barely human.