For once, the Lycan was human. And that upset her- she was growing quite fond of her fluffy form, but nevertheless she had found herself dressed in slick, sexy clothing, in a cafe that could only exist in NY: The Sneaky Shrew. The food was good, and if she was on the top of her game tonight, it would be easy to charm the waiter into giving her the
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He'd been at the Shrew for drinks, charmed a few girls here and there and even turned one of them. She didn't last long though before Curtus became tired of her and she was tossed to the dogs.
So to speak.
But there she was. Valentine.
The bitch had been on his damn mind since that night and he couldn't get her fucking smell out of his head. Constantly, the smell swirling in his nostrels. But she was just a women and curtus was there for a drink.
Walking up to the bar he caught a glimpse of her and had to whip his head to the side to keep from gawking.
Wait... why arn't I gawking? He grinned at the thought but continued to the bar as if she was nothing ( ... )
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She could almost touch him as her eyes trailed off to the side. So, she had thought too soon- she had seen him again, looking quite handsome and sweet looking- though she knew he was nearly the exact opposite of that. And she liked it- she would have loved it, if she thought love existed.
If she had been in her wolf form, her tail would have flicked and her ears would have flashed back. Did he know it was her? Of course he did. Her scent was unmistakeable to the male species- they always knew when she was around. And he couldn't have been an exception, for he had nuzzled her so much that night.
Her hears were too sharp to have not picked up that sentence, and she had to smile. Oh yeah, she was a bitch. And she knew she was getting to him.
Delicately she got up and walked over to him casuaully, enjoying every moment of her strut. She leaned on the counter, her shirt too low for her own good, her curves too much for the common man.
But he wasn't common. "Yeah, I'm a bitch. But you're a bastard. So...we're
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But he restrained himself, a task her thought would be easy. But now that she was close... damn he couldn't smell anything else.
Curtus's eyes lingered over Valentine's curves, but he knew she liked it, that smirk on her face no matter how hard she tried to deny it.
"Never denied it kitten." The bartender returned and brought Curtus another drink and he began on it.
"But Never even." Curtus winked. "Never." Taking all the strength in him he turned his stool to the side and stared hard at the bottles against the wall, imagining her sweet curves and luscious chest.
He so loved a female in this form. Truely a way to appreaciate beauty.
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The girl crossed her legs sweetly, and tapped her fingers on the counter. The bartender seemed to automatically bring her a drink, and her bright red lips took a sip as she continued to stare at as his back as if she was nearly staring through him.
He looked fuckable.
And yet again, something Valentine liked. But she knew he was dangerously different, posessive, and slightly insane. But she never liked the normal men anyways so it seemed to be her lucky night- lucky week, if she was really counting those horse shoes and rabbit feet.
"What is it, handsome? Too shy to look at me even?"
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Oh well,
But sex, now she was getting frisky. Turning to face her he leaned forward, his arm sliding along the bar to brace his body inches from her own.
God she smells fantastic...
"Beat you? Thats one way of putting it kitten." his eyes glanced to her shoulder and that smirk touched his lips again. Arrogant, confident, kenieving.
"But I wouldn't want to hurt you. Afterall, you'r just a pup." Slipping away Curtus tapped finger down four times and the bartender brought him another drink. Strange, Curtus never drank this much. Only when he was nervous.
But he'd be damned if it showed.
"Never shy kitten. Never."
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His expression did change though as dear Valentine felt the need to call her...
sugarpop? He frowned for a second with a smirk at the thought of her romping. A nice thought.
"Oh plese Kitten, you couldn't handle-" He was mid sentence when that gentle hand touched her cheek and his expression hardened immediately. Eyes widening just a bit he pulled back and stood, retrieving his wallet from his pocket and leaving enough money to cover his drinks and hers, not to mention a few more if she felt the need.
But before he left Curtus leaned towards Valentine, his lips next to her head.
"You don't want me to. Trust me. I'm not your type." And then he walked away.
Don't follow kitten. Curtus didn't know what the FUCK was wrong with him. He wanted to slam her hard against that bar and take off that sassy dress... but he didn't. She asked for it and he just left.
Not her ( ... )
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Fuck she's frustrating. He thought as the cold night air hit his face. It felt nice but he would have rathered her hand.
"What is a woman's facination with talking?" He asked, changing the subject a bit. "You talk and talk and find out things you never wanted to know and then you all bitch and complain. Fuck, talking does nothing." Curtus avoided her eyes, but he couldn't avoid her scent, that sweet combination of shewolf and... fucked if he knew.
It was just intoxicating.
That, and the four glasses of scotch.
Four? Fuck, Curtus had to stop a moment and put his hand on the wall as a lot began to spin around him. He used to be one hell of a drinker when human but gave up the shit when he was turned ( ... )
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Eyes. Bad Idea.
Curtus could feel his, desire for lack of a better word rising as she continued to stare him down.
Question, questions. All he had was questions for her. Thats all she seemed to have for him!
"Fucked if I know what you'd do or what kind of woman you are." Letting go of the wall he staggered to the side, brushing her shoulder with his as he started to walk down the street, well amble really, taking in her sweet scent as he was so close.
"Maybe kitten you are the fun! Maybe all this talk and shit is just to keep you around, your smell, those fucking eyes..."
You're drunk Curt. Quite drunk and you're getting no where."Maybe you're not. Maybe I was sitting in that bar looking for a quick fuck and a cheap lay. And here you come around with your talk, your touching and that fucking dress that just screams 'I'm too fucking good for you ( ... )
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But he didn't.
He should have.
Hell he would have.
IF it wasn't her.
"fucking women." He let it slip his lips, a thought supposed to be most ineternal but what did it matter now.
Why wasn't I going to kiss her?
Curtus grabbed Valentine's wrist and roughly pushed her against the wall, his strength that much more then hers. His body then followed, pressing against her as he pinned both her hands against the wall.
"Doubt me. Doubt everything I say because I have no fucking clue what I'm going to do." He whispered in her ear, growled more like before pressing his lips hard into Valentines, the feel of her skin intoxicating and forcing out a low growl in his throat.
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"To prove you don't want a damn thing to do with me." He'd felt that shiver, how could he not? It proved that he was right but that didn't make Curtus happy.
Letting go of her he moved to the side and stared at the ground. What was wrong with him??
"...women. You're no good." He added with a smirk. Curtus had to admit he wanted nothing more then to just hold her.
Like before...
"Why don't you find me when you know what you want. Maybe then you'll believe me." Looking up he met her eyes for a moment and they were strangely kinder.
She's not her... but damn...
And then he walked away. Down the street, thinking of Valentine as her scent still swirled in his head.
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This wasn't supposed to happen, but his statement had struck a certain...feeling within her. "No, I'm no good. You're right...you're absolutely right."
The rest of the words she let slide past her, only letting them stop so to comphrehend them. She slid to the bottom of the wall, only with the simple statement of "I want you."
As soon as her eyes looked up, he had gone, and though she debated getting up and following, she didn't. She couldn't bother...why would she bother?...
because I want him.
"DAMNIT, CURTUS!"
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