THREAD: Jareth & Kindra
WHO: Jareth & Kindra WHEN: January 23rd ; around 6pm the height of the storm WHERE: His dorm room ---> Outside the Grymm Dorm WHAT: Jareth & Kindra frolic in the storm. RATING: High. OPEN: Nope. But if someone sees them, Jareth gives zero fucks.
Lounging on the vintage black gothic settee, Jareth had his eyes closed as he listened to the sounds of movement in his room. Kindra was the only one, besides Xander and Briar, allowed in Jareth's inner sanctum, so he wasn't worried at all about the sounds of someone moving through the room. And the hybrid could tell by scent it was his mate. She wasn't trying to wake him, but she wasn't trying to not wake him either, which made him smirk, giving away that he was indeed actually awake. He opened one eye to confirm that it was indeed the woman he had just been having a very intense dream about. Opening both dark eyes, he stretched languidly, then shifted so he was less sprawled out, onto his side now as he watched Kindra move around his room. She knew he was watching her, his eyes lingering on that perfect backside, before trailing up the curve of her back, to the expanse of her neck, smooth and inviting.
"Bored lover?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep and his German accent. The hybrid moved then in a smooth, predatory motion towards her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. That scent that was intoxicating, and calming at the same time. The scent that was wholly Kindra, the other half of his soul, his mate. There was no other woman for him, Jareth barely even noticed if someone was attractive, unless it was Kindra who pointed it out. A soft growl, barely audible escaped him as he exhaled. A trail of soft kisses were traced along her neck, until he suddenly turned her around, their eyes meeting. She was so fucking beautiful and she knew it. He smiled at her, a smile reserved just for her. One hand slid up to her face, before slipping into her dark red hair. When their lips met, it was a passionate kiss of tongues and teeth. As they parted, he was smiling at her, dark eyes playful and full of mischief.
"We could go out and....play in the snow," his voice lingering on the word 'play' drawing it out so the was no mistake, she knew exactly what he was thinking.