â€ÂI thought you’d never ask,†he said and then leaned in.
At first, Vieve mistook this for a challenge, but it became clear by the tilt of his head that he had other intentions. Her brain whirled; it’s not that Vieve was opposed to a good make-out session in the snow or even to affairs with younger men, but she was hungry.
She leaned in as well, but angled her head so she was whispering in his ear.
â€ÂThat’s not quite what I had in mind,†she breathed.
She pulled back to catch his gaze, her own eyes reflecting snowflakes between them. Her fingers touched the edge of her shirt and hooked around the seams, pulling it up over her head slowly. Her stomach was flat, her belly button pierced, and the top of her pants hung a little too low. She tossed her shirt on a tombstone behind her.
She turned her back to him then, the tattoos on her neck and lower back visible even in the dim light, and dropped her pants, taking a few loose steps into the snow. She unsnapped her sports bra from the front. Her legs creaked and twisted and she leaned forward. When her fingers brushed the ground, they were already paws, and Vieve shifted with an ease that betrayed confidence.
She was a large, dark creature, though her round eyes were still human and the toothy smile she gave him held too much mischief for a regular animal. She tilted her head to the side, her breath hanging in the air, and her indication was clear with her body language: â€ÂAre you coming or what?â€Â
At first, Vieve mistook this for a challenge, but it became clear by the tilt of his head that he had other intentions. Her brain whirled; it’s not that Vieve was opposed to a good make-out session in the snow or even to affairs with younger men, but she was hungry.
She leaned in as well, but angled her head so she was whispering in his ear.
â€ÂThat’s not quite what I had in mind,†she breathed.
She pulled back to catch his gaze, her own eyes reflecting snowflakes between them. Her fingers touched the edge of her shirt and hooked around the seams, pulling it up over her head slowly. Her stomach was flat, her belly button pierced, and the top of her pants hung a little too low. She tossed her shirt on a tombstone behind her.
She turned her back to him then, the tattoos on her neck and lower back visible even in the dim light, and dropped her pants, taking a few loose steps into the snow. She unsnapped her sports bra from the front. Her legs creaked and twisted and she leaned forward. When her fingers brushed the ground, they were already paws, and Vieve shifted with an ease that betrayed confidence.
She was a large, dark creature, though her round eyes were still human and the toothy smile she gave him held too much mischief for a regular animal. She tilted her head to the side, her breath hanging in the air, and her indication was clear with her body language: â€ÂAre you coming or what?â€Â