Staying Up Late. [MATURE] - Peridot Hasting's Ap

[Snaggle]

William's face was an already wonderfully bright crimson, his previously immaculate hair an utter mess from their group efforts to to remove his trousers. In fact, he looked quite a sight.

His fumbling hands were becoming braver however; roaming around Peri's body with inexpert, but still gentle movements, pausing ever so often as he drew a panting little breath.

William let Peri guide him along; confident in the drunken knowledge that one of them at least, knew what she was doing.

[*Kittlez.]

Now becoming aware of Will's roaming hands, Peri couldn't stop a tiny, muffled whimper escaping against his lips, pressing up against him, as if falling into his embrace, pace quickening with her other hand, stroking along him with a new purpose. She wasn't going to let him get away with making her this way without getting him back, of course.

Letting go of the hand she was guiding, she began to undo her shorts, realizing that removing them - as well as her tights - would be easier said than done in this position, both of them sat in a strange, tight embrace on the floor. It would practically require her to push him down and straddle him just to give her a fighting chance, and for once, she wasn't in the mood to dominant. He seemed to be gaining confidence with her, with the right encouragement... He may just surprise her.

[Snaggle]

William momentarily came up for air, his sharp little teeth on prominent display as he briefly gasped for breath.

Seeing Peri struggle with her shorts and tights, he gently freed the hand that was busy wandering through her hair, reaching down awkwardly through flailing limbs to try and help free the two items of clothing she still had on.

As he was, he wasn't counting on his rather sharper-than-normal nails, creating little ladders and rips in the tights as his hand drunkenly wavered down her leg.

[*Kittlez.]

Feeling a hand almost glide down her leg, Peri looked up in surprise, seeing her tights pretty much parting like the... well, black sea, exposing smooth, tanned flesh beneath, her tights beginning to rip away with ease with just a brush of his fingers. Well, that was certainly convenient, but she liked those tights... ah well, not to worry. She'd make him buy her a new pair.

...where had that come from? Such a thing implied that she wanted to see him again. Did she...? With her head spinning with alcohol and hormones, she genuinely wasn't sure. She was enjoying herself... rather a lot.

Pushing the thought to one side, Peri took this oppertunity to quickly stand, ridding herself of her shorts and the remainders of her tights, now only an expensive looking black lace piece of lingerie standing between Will and her modesty. Standing in her full, mostly nude glory before him, Peri placed her hands on her hips, with an expectant look on her face, one eyebrow cocked, fully expecting to be... ravished. Or whatever his drunken equivalent of that was.

[Snaggle]

William stared up at the standing Peri, still on his knees and in his boxer shorts. Small fingers of doubt were finally managing to inch their way through his mind, now that he had room and time to think.

Her scent...
It had been tapping at the back of William's head for the past..well...since she had allowed him to prod clumsily at her gifts, maybe even since she had gently removed his tie for him...
It wasn't something he could reliably place his finger on, drunk as he was, but he prided himself on his tracking abilities.
It was the only thing William could really take pride in...

And something about Peri, confident loud and brash, amazing Peri smelt...familiar...

But he was also more acutely, more importantly aware that he was letting a very rare opportunity go to waste, kneeling and frowning at the floor as he was now. Quickly he struggled to his feet, swaying with little balance.

[*Kittlez.]

Tipping her head to one side as she took in his rather confused, thoughtful expression, Peri pursed her lips together, finding this to not quite be the reaction she was expecting. He looked like he was on the brink of some kind of revelation, for God's sake.

...oh how she hoped he wasn't going to suddenly realize he was gay.

That wouldn't be very positive for her self esteem, not at all. But, alas, he seemed to shake the thought from his mind - the fact such a large thought had crossed his mind during this situation unsettling enough for her - and rose to his feet, seeming to re-evaluate the importance to this opportunity, and placing it top. Good boy.

Gently taking his hand, she led him through to her bedroom, a dimly lit room, the gentle beginnings of sunrise causing her crimson silk curtains and sheets to almost glow. It was actually quite romantic, really. In a strange way.

At least it set some kind of a wonderful atmosphere, combined with the hazy fog of alcohol and their current rush of hormones and adrenaline... It was wonderful.

[Snaggle]

William paused in the bedroom doorway for just a moment, his hand still gently gripped by Peri, a look of slight drunken awe plastered across his face.

He trusted Peri to guide him through this expertly. Heck, with the amount of sheer alcohol and hormones raging through him at this point, William doubted even he could put a foot wrong here.
Or notice that he'd put a foot wrong.

he staggered over the threshold, the room spinning gently before his eyes as he tried to coordinate his feet towards the bed and Peri.

[*Kittlez.]

Having her attention drawn away from Will for just a moment - to pick up a fallen pillow to place back on the bed - it became very, very clear to Peri that, in his current state, Will was definitely not the least bit coordinated, as hard as he tried.

Glancing back up at Will, she found herself instantly staggered into, caught off guard enough to send the two of them toppling onto the bed, Peri now - rather suggestively - pinned to the bed, by the rather clumsy, intoxicated male lying on top of her.

Blinking in confusion, trying to wrap her head around how she'd gotten here, Peri briefly struggled at her flesh restraints, before realizing what kind of position they'd landed in, now blushing profusely, unable to take the lead anymore from this position. He was, pretty much, at the mercy of whatever his alcohol sodden mind told him to do. Whether it was what she'd originally planned for, or rolling himself up in her duvet like a sausage roll.

...dear God, how she prayed for the first option.

[Snaggle]

Without much realization or thought, William found himself in a tangle of legs and arms, with Peri.
On the bed.

The shock of his sudden change in surroundings was enough to force a little murmur of apology from whatever deep place his rationality had sunk to.
"mm...Sorryyy..."

Not that he was...
Not really...

Arms still swaying and knocking about clumsily, he managed to put the duvet into a less intrusive position around them, finally realizing with a little burst of drunken, giddy delight, that maybe he could try for something else here.

[*Kittlez.]

Gazing up at him for a few long moments, she felt the comfortable warmth of her duvet being removed from the various crevices between their skin, and being gently spread across the two of them, a far more comfortable way to lie than before. She took a second to revel in the feel of their bare skin pressed together, the drum of his heartbeat, taking her to such a primitive, primal place, that the wolf within her wanted to howl with happiness and lust.

Managing to free her arms, she wrapped them around him, fingers entangling in his hair as she pulled him towards her, kissing him more passionately and deeply than ever, in a world of comfortable warmth, and burning passion.

[Snaggle]

William pushed into the kiss, letting his hands grab hold of her on both sides as they lay under the pleasant heat of the duvet, his eyes tightly shut as blood and anticipation pounded a drumbeat round his head.
He fumbled to push their bodies closer together, feeling the excitement of touch, of feeling her body against his, of her sharp nails running across his scalp and through his hair, tweaking at his eyes to find a firmer hold.

In this moment he could feel the heat of the chase, the joy of running through the woods at night, paws thudding across the earth... The thrill of the change...

Little shy William had disappeared in this instant, leaving only the inner wolf howling and baying for more...
...Albeit rather drunkenly..

[*Kittlez.]

She couldn't lie, the confidence beginning to surge through him, the strong grip of his hands as they held her, practically pinning her in place, claiming her as his property for the night... the feelings were rushing straight to her head, softly moaning into their kiss, pressing herself against his with an involuntary arch of her back, briefly reminded that her lingerie remained on, a little too preoccupied to deal with it herself, sorely hoping that he would take it upon himself to deal with that.

Removing one hand from his hair, she ran it down his chest, before running one finger under the waistband of his boxers, gently beginning to tug at them, beginning to inch them over his hips, kissing him hungrily, making what she wanted very obvious. Their build up, aside from brief intervals of intoxication-caused accidents, had left her with no doubt; she wanted this.

Somehow, she'd done the impossible, she had brought some sort of inner beast to her shy, awkward neighbour, and as it happened, she absolutely loved this side of him. Perhaps it was his inner wolf... She entertained the idea, not entirely minding it. The primal feel to their intimate embrace was driving her crazy, after all...

[Snaggle]

A slight shiver hit Will as his boxers were finally manhandled off of him and flicked away, landing in a little heap on the floor beside the bed.

He kissed her back hungrily, his hands moving from their various places and starting to slip down her sides, trailing over her arms and down her waist to start tugging at the little slip of black lace that was all that was standing between them. The new feeling of power, of dominance, that coursed through him making him work faster and with more determination.

The small part of him that was still able to form any sense of coherent thought briefly entertained the notion of going wolf and simply ripping them from her. It seemed an easier course of action than fumbling to slip the little lace things off of her.

[Grimm]

Please keep in mind that the site runs on Proboards and I don't want this site closed down cause things got taken to far. I know the rules say [Mature] but let's not get carried away with ourselves.

[*Kittlez.]

Shifting a little to assist him in the removal of her underwear, or as she was currently thinking of it 'the final frontier', she tightened her embrace around him, sharp, long nails beginning to dig a little into his back. The anticipation was killing her, the slow, agonizing feel of the lace slipping over her skin seeming to slow time itself, the heat between them almost enough to scald her very skin. Heart beginning to hammer, she closed her eyes, resuming their kiss, gently biting on his lower lip with her small, but slightly sharp teeth, taking care not to break the skin. She was going to get exactly what she wanted.

Then again, when didn't she? Peri had a well practised way about her, that somehow acted as somewhat of a hypnosis to others, finding one way or another to sway them. In this case, she owed her dues to her good friend Baileys, but she couldn't help but feel that alcohol just acted as a key to a person's true self.

Their true feelings, and true desires...