Re: Addi and Blaise and Draco
The first time Blaise said his name, he didn't look up. He felt those familiar fingers against his, and felt the touch to his shoulder. It warmed him, and he was starting to get his feet under him again. Draco had gotten lost in her when she had let out that moan, just a fraction more of Draco's humanity had slipped, and his eyes were no longer the dull grey ones he had grown to hate. They were the amber of the his wolf that lived buried inside him.
It was those wolf eyes that lifted to meet Blaise's gaze over her shoulder. It was the tone, the warmth of his touch, it was the man himself and the way he just exuded dominance that calmed Draco's wolf. His eyes didn't return to his usual grey, but he was at least loosening his grip on the woman in his arms, and forcing himself to put at least a little space between Adelaide and himself.
"I'm sorry, ma petite," he whispered, though he didn't think to try to avoid her gaze. He was too busy focusing on his breathing, on anything other than how it felt to have her between them right then, or how it felt to feel Blaise's hand on her hip with his.