There was something almost arcane inside of her that was screaming so loudly that sometimes it was hard to hear anything at all. And when it wasn't screaming, it was like a growl. She remembered being young, when he parents would take her to the zoo. The zoo had always made her feel so sad. She wondered what happened when the animals were taken out of the wild. Were they separated from their family? Did they have a brother or sister out in the world somewhere that was missing them? Were they parents who had children? Were they in love with another animal they would never get to see again. As she was growing up, she was constantly told that they were just animals and animals didn't know love. They reacted to situations and just took what they wanted. They knew how to do what they were supposed to as stalking, killing predators.
But that didn't stop her from feeling a bit of sadness when she stood in front of the cages. Especially the tiger cages. She would watch those magnificent creatures pace back and forth in front of the bars and she'd listen to them growling at the passing observers. It was that same growling she could hear in the back of her head. It was this craving for all things Desmond. She wanted his body, his blood.. but there was a part of her, a rather large part, that had nothing to do with that predator. And that part wanted to lay against his chest with her eyes closed and listen to him read poetry. That part wanted to sit out by the pond where they had first met and talk for hours, laying back in the grass and watching the sky change colors until they were surrounded in darkness, shadows and stars.
That part of her was completely shut out when she noticed the movement of his hands, long fingers seemed to effortlessly pluck his shirt off. Her eyes focused slowly on the lines of his stomach and how seemingly smooth his alabaster skin would be. Her fingers tightened, painfully, nails digging into her palms. Her lips parted and her breath came out in an almost near painful stagger. Every part of her body came to life like it never had before, breathing deeper, seeing sharper. "Des--" she whispered his name, breathing it was a mix of a plea and a promise. A promise of what? She couldn't be sure. She swallowed once, hard, gulping down the lump in her throat.
She almost didn't hear his words, wanting to give her what she wanted. She was too focused on how he worked on the front of his jeans. There was a slight tremble to her body, that only stopped when she realized it was the struggle to keep the new, darker aspect of herself from running loose. But his offer of blood was too much and she was blind sided with the force of that desire. The pacing tiger was released from the cage and it had her moving forward until she was stalking towards him. It was lucky they were in this private room, for she was certain there was no chance she would have kept herself civil if they had been in public when this conversation took place. Nothing else mattered but having him, and it was a deadly conversation. The addiction made her want his blood; the lust, his body. But it was her heart that wanted everything else--and when the addiction was rising up, it seemed to put a curtain around her heart. The frightening realization was that she would literally do anything he asked her to right now.
Something strong had a hold of her, and it was that something that made her move when he told her to take off her clothes and wait in the shower. It seemed to be a real beast that roared inside of her. Wait? That was something she certainly didn't want to do. But he had told her to, not asked, so she did. There was no hesitation to be had, whereas she normally would have done so at least a little. Slipping her clothing to the floor, she walked into the bathroom and turned the water on. She didn't even check the temperature before she stepped in behind the curtain. The hot droplets streamed on her feet, making her skin slightly redden. The spray from the stream hit other parts of her body and it made everything inside of her tingle with desire.