no_restraints (no_restraints) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-11-20 00:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-14-2017, fiona, fiona and jack, jack |
playtime
Who: Jack and Fiona
Where: The Winery
When: Early Evening
Warning: NSFW
Fiona had been sitting in her house, shivering and staring out the window at the fierce elements that had been wreaking havoc on Delphi for hours now. From bored texting, she caught wind that businesses had begun closing down due to the weather which was disheartening for her; she was both hungry and had nothing to drink to keep herself pre-occupied with some sense of alcoholic warmth and general bliss. It was after a few more minutes of sitting in silence, surrounded by falling darkness, that she said fuck it. She grabbed a zip-up hoodie from her couch as she passed it, pulling the hood up before she opened her front door and took a step outside. A big gust of harsh wind proved to make the act of just closing the door difficult, but she finally managed and quickly took off for the winery. It was closer than anything else and would be sure to curb not only her appetite, but her thirst for something with a little bite too.
In the short amount of time it took Fi to arrive at the winery, her clothes were soaked through and her hair a firey, drowned, curly mess. She slid a pocketknife out of the boots she had wore specifically for the weather, glancing around out of habit before kneeling to pick the lock of one of the side doors. It took several minutes to achieve that click which stated she was successful since she was a little rusty with the art, but she got it and that’s all that mattered. She took a step inside and quietly closed the door behind her, trying to listen for if any employees had decided to bunker down within.
Jack had been out running again. The rain pelting down hadn't even really bothered him much, it had been exhilarating, really. But then everything was when he was all wolflike. He was just passing by the winery when he caught sight of a streak of red hair, and he followed silently as he saw a girl break into the place. Internally, he grinned, streaking ahead to nose his way into the place before the door was shut, but it clicked before he could. So, he scratched at the door.
Fiona hadn’t heard anybody inside, so she was a few steps in until she heard a scratching at the door. She paused and glanced back, quirking a brow and debating whether what she heard was just a product of the rain and wind. Curiosity got the better of her as she found herself backtracking, trying to open the door just to peek outside but a gust of wind threw it open instead. She stumbled back, surprised, then rubbed at her eyes. Was this an actual wolf or a werewolf? It didn’t look like Lochlan.. but there were others. Her heart rate increased a few beats and she couldn’t help but grin at the rush the sight of this one inspired. “Okay. Who are you?”
Jack bounded inside, eyeing the girl. And, he could not help himself. He lowered himself just a little, and growled. He had to see if she'd run. He had absolutely no intention of hurting her, of course, but he couldn't help but...play. In a brand new way.
Fiona’s grin faded as the wolf growled, her instinct kicking in with that fight of flight bullshit. “Oh, hell no.” She shook her head and quickly tried to slam the door, pocket knife still in hand and ready if she was going to have an altercation with one of those big, bad wolves that caused the whole werewolf mess in the first place. Not that it was really a mess to her, she was a little bit envious of her brother, but that conversation hadn’t gone well at all.
Making sure he didn't get clipped by the door, he dashed in but lept for her, not putting in his full weight to it. If he did get her down, he didn't want to give her a concussion or anything. He just wanted her on the floor, and hey, if the knife went skittering off, bonus.
His plan worked flawlessly, managing to catch her as she was midstep back so onto her back she fell while her knife bounced off a few feet away. “Fuck.” She muttered, knees shooting up to try and kick the animal off her while her fist shot out to hopefully make contact with anything. If she was bit and became a werewolf, that’d be cool. She wasn’t looking to be eaten alive, though.
She did catch him, right beneath the jaw, and he snapped his teeth at her, right next to her cheek. He stood over her, growling, pendant visible as it swayed back and forth slightly. Then he abruptly stopped growling entirely, and licked her cheek instead. A moment later he slumped off to her side, and shifted back to person-form, and he was laughing as he rubbed at his jaw. "Nice hit," he said with a grin.
She was sure then that this would be the end for her, her obituary reading something like “she died on hallowed grounds, simply in pursuit of a good time.” But then her cheek was being licked and suddenly a familiar face joined her. She pushed herself up to sit and punched at his arm with a laugh. “What the fuck! Why did everyone get bit but me!”
He was still laughing, having to block the punch as he did so. "I was hoping you'd run," he told her. "And jealous? Check out the scars first before you say that, Red." He shook his head, wet hair in curls at the moment, and he sat up, aware of his nudity situation, even if he didn't quite care enough to be worried about it. “You didn’t do too bad, though, never say die, right?”
“So long as they stay off my pretty face.” Fiona joked, eyes finally drifting down to process the rest of what was going on. She held up a hand to block out what she could from her vision, letting out another hearty laugh. “At least buy me dinner first, jesus!”
"What? I was out as a wolf, we don't shift with clothes," he said, getting up to go wrench the door shut again. "And you, sweetheart, are not a prude." He then started into the darkened place, figuring he'd find a fireplace to light up, and a bottle of wine, because yeah. They needed some wine. "Come on, we need alcohol and flames."
“I mean, I’ll consider stolen wine to be dinner bought.” She pushed herself off of the ground, dusting herself off and stooping to pick up her knife. She knew she wouldn’t need it, so she returned it to her boot before hurrying to catch up with him. “The kind that we can spit from our mouths so we’re like fire breathers?” She asked excitedly. She had seen one once and it was pretty damn impressive.
"If you want to try that shit, I will watch and hope to hell you don't catch your hair on fire," Jack told her, finding the fireplace. It luckily had all it needed right there, so he started to stoke that up right away. He was adept at it, getting it going in very little time. "I'd hate to see those flaming locks really flaming."
“I have a feeling it wouldn’t work well with wine.” Fiona pondered over the idea, deciding that drinking it would be a lot more fun right now than getting it everywhere. “Maybe I’ll just try it at the pub on my next shift. Patrick and Eily would love it.” She stood back and contributed nothing to the fire making, observing he seemed to know what he was doing well enough without her. She looked around, fixated again on what she originally made the adventure for. “Well, that’s what you’re here for. You’d have to put them out if I caught on fire. With your nakedness.” She wandered off into another room, moving slowly so as not to walk into anything and hurt herself.
"Most people don't bitch about it if I'm naked," Jack said, still half grinning as he pulled up a lounge chair. He also saw a decorative blanket over the back of a display, and got that, shaking the dust out of it before he dropped down onto the lounge, draping the blanket over himself.
Fiona had been close enough to hear his comment, returning a minute or so later with an armful of wine bottles. They sloshed as she moved to set them down, keeping two in hand to bring over and join him. “I never said I was complaining.” She flopped herself down in his lap upon the lounge, offering him a bottle with a smile. “I’m sorry my ass is wet.”
He overplayed an 'oof!' but didn't try to get her to move. "I'll live," he told her, arm loosely around her. "What we got?" he asked, nodding to the bottle. "And what kind of game are we playing while we drink?" he asked, grinning impishly at her.
“Tons of Merlot.” She answered, motioning to the pile she had set down across the way. “But I found a few Pinot Noir.” Fiona wiggled her brows at him, stretching a leg out that she had draped over the side of the chair to reach for the pocket knife she’d stored away. “We’re about get classy with some.. I don’t know, Never Have I Ever?”
Jack just let her get the wine going, sort of enjoying her on his lap and the atmosphere. The storm outside was raging, it was nice to hear, and then there was the fire, and that flickering light was nice, so was the warmth. All in all, it was a relaxing place to be right then. "Sure," he agreed with the proposed game. "You start."
She set the second bottle of wine onto the floor for a moment to focus on uncorking the first, being careful to not lose her grip and elbow either one of them in the face. Successful with the first, she handed it to Jack and got to the same process on the second. This one was a little more of a close call, but she managed to uncork it as well without causing any black eyes. She dropped her pocket knife onto the floor for easy access later, making sure it wasn’t in the immediate path of either of them if someone were to get up. “Okay. Hm. Never have I ever.. turned into a wolf.” She grinned.
Jack grinned, then reached for the bottle, taking a drink. "Gee, got me. How did you ever know I'd have to drink there?" he posed playfully. "Hm. Never have I ever...participated in a threesome without knowing anyone else's name." He had to drink on that one himself, but still.
Fiona shrugged her shoulders playfully, hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle she was holding for herself. She almost lifted hers to drink, but frowned as she realized she did know names. “Damn it, why are you so much more fun than me.” She glared at him as if he had done something wrong by outdoing her with that one, though it didn’t last for more than half a second. “Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex.” She drank to that defiantly, eyeing him.
He chuckled, smacking her backside playfully. "You'll just have to try and keep up," he teased. When she did drink, he smiled. "Ooh. I would have liked to have seen that," he told her. But he didn't drink. "How often do you make out with girls?"
She smirked to his smack, shaking her head. “I’m just so innocent, I don’t know if I’ll be able to.” Once she set the bottle back down in her lap, she glanced to him and sighed dreamily. “It was fantastic. Blonde with big tits.” She struggled with not taking another sip, resorting to talking instead. “Dumb as a rock, but excellent with her tongue.” She winked to him before leaning back more against the arm of the chair. “As much as I can. Girls just know how to touch girls better than most guys do. Sorry.”
"I've never had any complaints," Jack said. "But I've heard that more than once, too. I think a lot of guys rush the job. I'm not really into rushing through shit. I had this one once - threesome - where I didn't actually get off at all. I just...helped, as it were," he said, a fond smile on his lips. "Good times," he added. "Do you prefer girls then?"
“They try.” Fiona agreed with a nod. “If I’m not done, I’ll make them get me there before they get to roll over.” She had never been someone to accept sex as a one way street. If a guy was going to get his jollys, she sure as hell was going to make sure the experience had been worth her time too. She turned her head to look at him fully with that story, quirking a brow and not able to resist taking a sip from the wine bottle on that note. “Don’t tell me things like that, my mind will start working.” She smirked, thinking over his question. “Yes and no.. girls are fun to play with, but so are guys. I guess it depends on my mood.” She thought over what to ask next. “Never have I ever been with a cougar.” She almost laughed, keeping her bottle down in her lap.
"You know it's possible I want to give you bad ideas," Jack told her with a wink. His own mind was turning on things, drifting toward Maggie. But it immediately shut down there. No. Maggie was too innocent to introduce anything like that with. He wouldn't even put it out there. When she asked the question, he laughed, and grabbed the bottle, taking a long pull from it. "C'mon, look at me. You knew damn well I would have been sought after."
“Well, find a girl and maybe we’ll have a good time sometime.” She had to take another sip from her bottle, trying not to spit it out when he shamelessly gave his answer about his roll around with an older woman. “It really doesn’t surprise me. At all.” She laughed softly, pointing to him. “Your turn to ask a question.”
He grinned. "If you find one, call," he invited as well. Then he paused as he eyed her, thinking. "Never, have I ever," he started, drawing it out. "Fucked someone before I even spoke to them," he asked, then of course drank.
Her mind immediately went to college, recalling a party she had been to where she ended up hooking up with a kid she’d had too much of a crush on to actually say anything to. She had actually felt pretty shitty after it was all said and done because he barely gave her the time of day afterwards, but she at least got a benefit out of the experience by being able to say she’d done it. She took a long drink on that one, eyes sparking when she thought up her next one. “Never have I ever given a lap dance.” She returned the bottle to her lips, trying to quickly get her drink down before Jack had a chance to respond. If it was a yes, it might go everywhere.
He laughed at that. "I have not given one. Just received. Too bad we don't have music, I'd like to get a taste of that," he told her, tracing a little circle on her lower back. He was having fun. This was nicely mindless, and he still liked the weight of her there on his lap.
She was beginning to feel a small buzz begin to form, which made her even more daring than she was sober. “They might!” She paused then shook her head, re-thinking that. “It’s probably something classy though. And even though we’re playing classy drinking games, I don’t think I could get into it with some piano.. or a fucking jazz flute.” She tilted her bottle at him, indicating it was his go to ask something that was probably going to get her all worked up and distracted again.
"Yeah, let's not figure out what a lap dance is like to classical," he agreed. Then he paused, and considered again, thinking as he shut his eyes and relaxed for a minute. "Never have I ever nailed someone at a family function when no one was looking." he said, and reached for the bottle to drink. Sure, he knew he was getting himself drunk, but that was half the fun.
Fiona tilted her head at that one, feeling the need to clarify. “...nailing someone not family related, right?” Either way, she couldn’t say that she had. There were just too many of her relatives running around at a party to even fathom getting to sneak off somewhere without someone popping up or already being there. “Speaking of family!” She lightly smacked Jack’s shoulder. “My little sister and I threw the loveliest dinner shindig to meet your sister, Lily! She’s seeing my brother.”
Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes, of course not related," he said. Then he pretended to wince, reaching out to snag the hand that hit him. "Yeah, I heard. What's your assessment of that? Things going well?" He'd rather talk about sex, but if he could get another view of Lily's relationship, that'd be good too.
A glint of mischief sparkled in her eyes when he grabbed the hand she smacked him with, pausing to give her professional opinion. “As far as I can tell. She seems really sweet and he’s kind of smitten with her.” Her thoughts were shifting to her next question already, not that she didn’t care about her brother’s relationship. She just wasn’t going to spend the evening dishing out details and sharing opinions about it, especially not when she was sitting on Jack’s lap with just a blanket between them. Well, and her clothes. “Never have I everrrr..” She looked up to the ceiling, “roleplayed in the bedroom!” She took a drink with a smirk.
Jack took on board what she said, though it still left him a little worried about the situation. Seemed like things were moving really fast, and he wasn't sure about it at all. But he didn't dwell, either. Instead, he laughed at her question, and took the bottle, to drink as well. "Okay, please tell me about your roleplaying experience," he requested.
Fiona let out a laugh at his request, taking a few more sips of wine before she began. “I was dating this guy who was obsessed with batman. After a few months, he finally admitted to me that he had had this fantasy for forever about dressing up as batman and fucking a supervillain chick.. So I said let’s do it!” Her shoulders shook with laughter as she continued. “So he had me dress up as Poison Ivy.” She lifted her hair to explain the character choice. “And I tied him up with little vine things and fucked him. In a batman costume.”
He grinned at that. "Okay the only thing that could make that scenario better is if it was you, someone else dressed as Harley Quinn, and it was the Joker, not Batman," he told her. "That I could get into. Or just you as Poison Ivy and a Harley Quinn in there. I could get into that too," he said thoughtfully, clearly picturing it.
“Time for you to dress up as the Joker, then?” She shifted in his lap to face him a little more, propping her elbow on one arm of the chair and rested her head in her hand. “What have you roleplayed?” She thought she remembered him taking a sip, but she could have imagined it at this rate too.
He just grinned at the suggestion. That could actually be fun. He took the wine bottle again, just to chug a little more, resting it against the arm rest she wasn't leaning on. "I was an 'intruder'," he shared. "I think she got off on the fact that I'm a dangerous guy. This was before the zombies. But yeah, she wanted me to break in, and 'force' her."
“Super dangerous. You just bust into wineries naked when girls are trying to snag a little wine.” Fiona teased, lifting a hand to try and tame an unruly curl that had made itself known upon his head. She decided to skip his turn and went again, getting ready to drink. “Never have I ever made a sex tape.” And then she drank.
He wanted to actually get into it then, but she moved on. People didn't know they were an old mafia family. Not really. He was willing to bet she didn't. At the sex tape thing, he actually didn't drink. "What happened that you've got one?" he asked. "Your idea?"
“It was!” She confirmed, oddly proud that she had more or less outdone Jack on that round. Maybe it was time for her to make a come back. “I wanted to see what I look like when I have sex, and I’m too distracting to fuck around with looking at myself in mirrors during it. I must say, I look pretty damn hot.” She was shameless in that statement, a small giggle slipping from her with the statement.
"I'll bet you are," he agreed, resting his hand on her knee. "Did you just keep it for you? Or did you show other people? Use it for your own personal kickstart?" he suggested.
“I pretty much just kept it for myself. There was one girl I was fooling around with for a bit that saw it once, but she wasn’t interested in guys at all so she wasn’t that into it.” She leaned toward him, holding up two fingers. “You get two now.”
He hummed a little, thinking over questions. "Okay. Never have I ever fed someone to zombies on purpose, and never have I ever intentionally disappeared on someone without a trace." He drank twice for that.
Fiona was surprised by the turn from a sexual nature to the extreme opposite, taking a moment to think. She knew she hadn’t thrown someone into the path of a zombie on purpose, so she kept her lips from the bottle on that, and she was pretty confident she had never disappeared without a trace. She wasn’t entirely sure though since she hadn’t intentionally tried to remove herself from someone’s radar before. She slowly shook her head, “I don’t think I’ve done either of those. Why’d you go MIA? And did you have a pet zombie or something?”
"Isn't that the question?" Jack posed. "Suppose I had to," he added. "And I didn't have a pet zombie. But there've been raiders along the way, sometimes, and raiders in cities don't exactly play fair. Sometimes, if someone did get the drop on you, you just have to kick someone out a window into a zombie infested street."
She nodded thoughtfully as she listened to him speak, glad to hear that his zombie feeding actions were out of self defense and not just boredom, but unable to move past the whole vanishing into thin air piece. “Are you trying to be all mysterious to seduce me? Because it’s working.” She grinned and decided she wanted more wine, taking a sip even though one wasn’t due. “Never have I ever.. fantasized about someone in this room.” She raised her brows, taking another sip of wine though this one was longer.
He laughed, and took another drink. "You have seen a mirror, have you not?" he posed. "You're gorgeous. And fun, and you give off an air of being adventurous in all things. Anyone would have to fall into that."
Fiona lifted a hand to fan herself with a grin. “You’re making me blush!” Or, it could have just been the warmth that alcohol always seemed to inspire. Maybe a mix of the two! Either way, she was enjoying herself.. probably a little too much. “What’s the most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?” She asked curiously, blue eyes working over his face before drifting down towards his bare chest.
Jack had to think about that. God, was there a 'most dangerous'? "...I have no idea how to answer that. There's...well. Been a lot," he admitted. "More than I'm guessing you would give me credit for."
Fiona’s eyes worked back up to meet Jack’s, quirking a brow as she got back to her bottle. “Try me. Name one thing, then.” She settled in to listen, expecting a story about how he sold drugs this one time or maybe about sneaking into girls houses and pretending to break in again.
Considering that, Jack shifted slightly, stretching his arms above his head, then putting them back down, one arm back around her, the other hand resting on her thigh. "There was the one time I was being chased by these thugs. It was through these old, shitty buildings, technically condemned, though that didn't mean they were empty. I wound up with nowhere else to go. So I jumped from a second storey window, hit the ground and managed to shoot one before they opened fire on me. After that I ran into another building, and waited. One down, they were easier to pick off one at a time."
Fiona had continued with her bottle, a strong buzz taking hold of her as she listened. It took a moment to process what he was saying, but she finally looked at him hard once she did. “What? Are you some fucking action star?” She tilted the opening of her bottle at him. “I’m calling bullshit!” Her grin was defiant and daring, though the idea of him jumping through windows and shooting guns and being all badassey was intriguing. If it was true, she should probably excuse herself since anyone who admits to picking people off at a time that sounded like it pre-dated zombies was most likely not good company to keep alone. But, she made a habit of throwing caution to the wind and giving the finger to the rational side of her brain. She lifted a hand to run her fingers along his necklace, lifting the pendant to get a better look at it. “Show me how dangerous you are.”
When she called bullshit, he merely kept gazing at her, smile giving nothing away. He did wish at that point that he could get properly drunk, but being a werewolf now, it didn't work like that. He enjoyed her having a good time here, however, her laugh, her smile, everything.
But then she had to go and say the last bit. He traced his fingers back and forth along her thigh, expression unchanging. "If you really want that? You have five minutes to run."
Fiona arched a brow, considering scurrying off for a drunken game of hide-and-seek or just staying put. Her clothing was still damp, so she was sure she'd be freezing if she hid out and away from the fire for too long. "Where am I supposed to run to?" She stood, deciding that this could be too much fun to pass up on. She lifted the bottle to her lips again, mozying towards the doorway and glanced back to him over her shoulder.
His eyes didn't leave her as she moved. "You probably don't want to play this game with me," he warned. "See, I was a predator even before the wolf got me. Now? It's kicked up even higher. You don't want me hunting you, sweetheart."
She looked amused and just a little drunk. Or a lot drunk. It had hit when she stood up and started moving, lifting a hand to run through her firey hair. “What are you gonna do if you catch me, predator?” She had taken another step from the room and stood in the hall, glancing down either direction. She’d have to take a left since going to the right meant she’d only have the option of travelling through the door she had forced her way in to.
"Hope my urge to rip your throat out and eat you doesn't win?" Jack suggested, a note of seriousness in his tone. When in that form he had control, but those instincts...they were strong. Hell it was probably a good half of why he'd spent so much time in wolf form since working out how to do it at will. It was a whole other world, and wolves didn't give a shit about businesses, or day to day human bullshit. "I'm told I'm not the best with impulse control, even at the best of times."
Fiona read in his change of tone that she should probably step cautiously here. She didn’t know him that well, so it was entirely possible that he was telling the truth. He could’ve been an axe murderer outside the dome for all she knew and here she was cuddling up to him in a big, empty winery. But in typical Fi fashion, the exciting rush she felt at the idea of danger pushed her to ignore common sense and take off down the hall into the dark, taking the last few drops from her wine bottle as she slipped and fell on her ass. She placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter, crawling into the doorway of what she could only guess was some type of office. From what she felt with her hands as she moved about the room, it seemed there was a desk towards the back that she decided to use as her sanctuary. Resting her back against the shelving, she shook her wine bottle and sighed, recalling that she had just finished it and left all the rest of the bottles back with Jack.
He swore softly beneath his breath, but couldn't help but give chase. He just did it slowly. Rolling off the chair, he hit the floor as he shifted to a wolf, and he silently melted into the shadows of the place, tracking her. He didn't need to be in wolf form to do it, but it was easier. And, not only that, but it felt natural. He didn't think he'd stay in that form, or sort of hoped he didn't, even if he already had the urge to. This was a bad idea, all around. He stopped where he was, in heavy shadow, eyes on her silently. He watched, waiting to see if the silence would get to her. If waiting would get unnerving.
Fiona kept seated where she was, glancing around the room and blinking at the fact she didn’t hear anything that would suggest she was being followed. She set the bottle down rather loudly, apparently giving up on the idea of being quiet, and leaned to the side to peek around the desk. She wasn’t sure why she did because it was just as dark around there as it was directly in front of her, but it had made sense in her mind prior to the action. She leaned her head back against the drawers she had propped her back against, eyes slipping closed for a moment. It was cold as hell, but she could totally lay down for a little nap right about now.
When she went and made herself all vulnerable there, he moved, again, silent as he could. There was a knife up on one of the counters, which he took after the shift back. When he did make himself known, it wasn't until it would be too late for her to move. Instead, he was abruptly pinning her down. His hand was over her mouth, twisting her head to the side and with his other, he stabbed the knife in a downward arc, just barely missing her shoulder - but her clothes were pinned to the floor by it. He leaned in close, turning her head back toward him, so he could look her in the eye. "Don't play hunting games with predators, sweetheart," he murmured to her, voice low.
Fiona had been just a small slip into a doze away from dreamland when she suddenly felt herself being pinned, blinking quickly until she realized she had been in here in the first place because she challenged Jack to get her. Only her heart was pounding when a hand was placed over her mouth and her head was forced to the side, not sure she liked where this was going anymore. It took a moment to process further what happened, staring at a knife ridiculously close to her shoulder before she was forced to look back up at Jack. She narrowed her eyes at him, wishing her hands were free so she could slap him. But on the other hand, the rush of adrenaline she got from the whole experience was overtaking any ounce of fear and panic that existed just a moment ago, a grin crossing her lips at the conclusion that he really was dangerous. She lifted her head to place a kiss to his palm, waiting to have her mouth back to speak.
He wasn't sure how she was going to react either, but the scents she was giving off were uniquely intoxicating. That fear, brief as it seemed to be. The kiss to his palm had him keeping it there, eyes still on hers. Then he slowly removed it, but didn't stop pinning her, and didn't get rid of the knife at all.
She glanced back over to her shoulder with the knife pinning her shirt down, her gaze shifting back to him as she tried to wiggle herself free from it. Obviously, it wasn’t working very well so she relaxed some. “You might just have to tear my shirt off, it seems stuck.” Because that was a solution? It made sense enough in her mind since she didn’t think it was fair for Jack to be naked by himself. That and the entire thing had kind of turned her on.
He took the knife, and yanked it from the floor, looking down at her. Yeah, he could tell he'd hit her buttons. "Get on your hands and knees," he demanded, moving enough to let her free.
Fiona bit her lip to contain her grin, scooting out from under him enough to follow his instruction to get on her hands and knees. She glanced back to him curiously, doing her best to make out as much of him as she could in the darkness once her eyes finally began to adjust some.
Once she was there, he took the knife, put one hand on her hip and pulled her back toward him. Then, he reached out, grabbed a pinch of her jeans between her thighs, and started to slice at it with the knife, careful not to cut her, but getting slightly creative, just to see if she was going to stop him.
She froze where she was, excitement flooding her with a mix of caution as she wasn’t looking to get cut anywhere, especially not between her thighs. She didn’t speak or make noises like she was going to stop him, but she was more than curious as to what he was doing.
What he was doing was slicing along the seam of her jeans, instead of taking them off of her. He was quick about it, but worked well with the blade, not nicking her once. The scent of her got stronger, of course, once the jeans were split where they needed to be. Then he dipped his fingers in, to take hold of the last scrap of material. He pulled those farther out, and sliced both ends, dropping it to the floor.
Fiona let out the breath she had been holding once the material Jack had been working at fell to the floor, moving back now into him with the intention of being close and able to feel him against her. Then she attempted to make a few hurried movements away, wanting to play more too.
Reaching out, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back that way, dragging her back. Then he reached out to grab a handful of her long hair. He didn't pull, just held it enough that she would know he had a good grip there. "Are you going to be a bad girl?" he asked. With his free hand, he reached up to touch her, just to feel how much all of this was getting to her, instead of just smelling it.
Fiona let out a small, surprised laugh when she felt Jack’s hands on her hips, pulling her back to him. She tried turning so she could face him, though wasn’t sure she’d be successful in that venture either. “I’m always bad..” She spoke with a sort of defiance in her voice, daring Jack to make her behave in another way. She then shivered at his touch, the moisture between her legs giving away that she found this all to be incredibly hot.
He pulled her hair back, just enough that she’d have to struggle a lot more to get free, and it would hurt at least a little. He pushed her knees farther apart on the floor, still touching her, getting a little rougher with it. The entire scenario was running pretty dark shit through his mind, and he wondered if it was the result of being a werewolf now, or if it was simply him, not having indulged in far too long. It was a little scary, really, just not enough to really give him pause. “How’s that usually work out for you?” he asked, giving her hair another pull.
Fiona let out a gasp with the pull of her hair, biting her lip as his fingers felt rougher against her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been handled a little roughly and she couldn’t say even for a second that she wasn’t loving it. She moved her head back with the hair pull at first before she moved back forward stubbornly, arching her ass in the air more. “It works fucking fantastically. Being good is so boring.” Her head moved back again with the second pull, a low moan in her throat. “Are you going to show me why I should be angelic?” She tried to push herself up onto just her knees, well aware of the possible repercussion of the action.
Jack definitely pushed hard at her back, and pushed at the back of her head to get her back down on her hands too. "No. If I wanted an angel, I'd be somewhere else. Just how bad are you?" he asked, slowing down his touch, going for 'maddening'. Pleasurable, but not quite what it was supposed to be. He wanted to see how she might react, if it would play in to things in unexpected ways.
Fiona dropped back down onto her hands, attempting to lower herself further onto his hand but found his touch to be more teasing now than anything else. The sound that escaped her was near a snarl, hungry for him and inadvertently giving him what he seemed to want out of her with the action. She balanced herself on one hand so she could use the other to pull up at her shirt, glancing back to him with a dark glint in her eyes. “I like to tie people up and tease them until they can’t take it, and then tease them some more. No one’s done it to me before.”
"That is a shame," Jack said with a grin. "And funnily enough, I just so happen to like that sort of thing myself." He pulled her hair, wanting to draw her back up on her knees. "You're going to crawl on your hands and knees back to the fire."
Fiona’s lips parted as Jack pulled at her hair again, pushing herself back onto her knees with the motion. She took advantage of it to bring her other hand to her shirt, pulling it past her bra but hesitating as he was going to have to let go in order for her to get it off of her. She grinned, the tip of her tongue running over her bottom lip when she glanced back again. “And if I walk there instead?”
Jack gave a swat to her ass. “Guess you'll find out, if you do.” He let go of her and stood himself, waiting. He really wasn't sure how far he was taking things, but he was wrapped up in the moment now. The scenario. It was bound to be interesting, no matter what happened.
Fiona let out an appreciative sound when he smacked her ass, choosing to humor his request so she could get to the fire as soon as possible. Walking had the obvious possibility of being faster, unless he would keep stopping her to make her get back down, then it could take longer. So she began crawling, nearly bumping into the wall as she moved through the doorway and glanced in the general direction of which she came. She could see the warm colors of the fire illuminate the doorway not too far off down the hall, surprised they were closer than she thought they had been. She could’ve swore she ran for a while, but that was probably the alcohol. She was glad to reach the fireplace again, her eyes adjusting so much better with light than in pure darkness. She sat back on her knees, lifting her hands to rest in her hair as she waited for Jack.
Jack didn't take that long, but did take his time, just to make her wait. He found kitchen towels to tie her up with, then made his way back to her. He came up behind her. “Lie down on the chair.”
Fiona looked back when she heard Jack’s voice, quirking a brow with interest. She caught sight of the kitchen towels and wondered what they were for as she pushed herself up from the floor to take a seat on the chair, but she didn’t move to lay down on it. Instead, she crossed one leg over the other and leaned forward to rest an elbow on her knee with a smirk and defiant gaze.
“It's the chair, or you're getting bent over a counter, or worse,” he warned her. Or he'd drag in one of the cold, wet, wrought iron tables from outside. That would be interesting too. In truth, he didn't care what was gone with, it would be fun.
Well, being bent over a counter just sounded fun. But she wasn’t sure what the worse was, so she opted to lay down as instructed on the chair. She watched him, still very curious and very much excited as a result of all of this.
Jack set about tying her to the chair with scraps of the towels he'd collected. It was going to be one hell of a fun evening. He was going to drag this out as long as possible, til she really was just begging for it. And he loved the idea that when she did have to go home, it was going to be with her pussy exposed from the tear in her jeans, the material soaked with her own lust. It was going to be a good night.