*Fade to Black* (Because Dana is prude. We'll work on her. :P)
The only sound in the alley way was the sound of the two wolves heavy breathing, echoing each other as they both came back down to earth. Leighton leaned her forehead against the wall as she tried to calm her racing heart. Travis moved behind her, disentangling himself from her slightly sweaty body. Leighton made a soft protest, at the loss of him, and looked over her shoulder at him, with satisfied turquoise eyes. A soft smile slid across her lips as she turned around to face him, leaning back against the wall, as she pulled her short denim shorts up her long legs onto her lean hips. She could only zip them, as the button had popped off in the struggle to get the tight shorts off, and now she had no panties, as Travis had literally ripped them off. Along with her tank top and bra. The vest had been saved, because she had just shrugged it off with her remains of her top, and so she could put it back on, buttoning it, so it covered MOST of her breasts, or at least her nipples. It also made the marks on her shoulder and neck, from his teeth and lips very visible on her skin. But then again, the marks on his back from her nails, from before he had turned her around to face the wall, were still slightly bleeding. So they were even.
Running a hand through her disheveled hair, she grabbed the waistband of Travis' jeans he had just pulled back up, and pulled him towards her. Kissing him again, she smiled up at him from a few inches away.
"You owe me new panties. And a bra, Van Pelt" she teased him as she playfully nipped at his lower lip. Her wolf was more then satisfied by the way Travis had taken care of them. Leighton herself was thinking about round two. Possibly in the pool. Against the stairs.