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[vivirnet]

200708 | #e-daycare

location: main echo house.

VI: "Good morning," she greets Charlotte with a tired smile. It's relatively early out now according to her standards. But she did promise herself to come out to neaten up the room some more due to the exhaustion from yesterday. Her energy will change, become more energetic and cheerful, as the day progresses. Though for now, she's trying not to do more than lean on the bookcase as her sense of stability. "Do you think we should make them breakfast today, or they'll have already eaten?" Blinking her eyes back open, she adjusts to the light. "I haven't eaten either, though. Have you?"

CHARLOTTE: she was greeted by gardenia and jasmine as she entered the daycare, a fond smile blooming over her petal lips and settling into the curve of her eyes. her hands worked to untie the shawl from her own shoulders to drape it loosely over vivi's. at her question, though, she paused. eaten? she couldn't remember when that last was, sometime around... "yesterday afternoon," lottie replied candidly. "but... do you think the others have finished their meals this early?" even while asking that aloud, she looked over the other upsilon with concern. she needed to eat, soon, to get her energy up.

CT: he doesn't speak often of it but he does keep a few things on hand, a casual— as he'll call it, despite how it actually is— weekly trip to make sure he has enough, whatever that means too. with vivi, it started out small. learning her preferences since they were small and making sure she got them somehow, from fresh flowers out in the meadow since she couldn't venture out as far or as often as he could to her favorite type of juice. being in town or anywhere near the only place that has it would eventually lead him there for that sole purpose. with charlotte, he wanted her to feel comfortable and whatever would give her reason to smile, he wanted to help make possible again and again.

so when he stops by the daycare, his own meal taken care of thanks to the bento box he's there to drop off, he's got a drink for both of 'em in the other hand and a couple packets of strawberry pocky in his pocket. he'd been hoping charlotte wasn't there yet so his presence wouldn't bother her and ends up stopping right at the doorway, chuckling as he takes a step back with a salute of two fingers once he's placed the drinks on a nearby counter, pocky left beside them. lifting the bento box, his gaze lingers on vivi for an extra second as he leaves it there too. turning on his heels, he gives a final wave over his shoulder, whistling and putting his hands in his pocket while deciding what to do first for the day.

VI: There's confusion laced in how she furrows her brows. Seeing Charlotte wear these kinds of articles have continued to intrigue her—holding so consistently onto an aesthetic she hasn't quite seen before. She smiles softly—cheekbones not quite heightening to her violet eyes simply from her lack of energy—at the wolf sharing this with her. Rather, she holds it closer to herself in her delight. "Good chance of it." It takes that extra second or so to process Charlotte's reply, however, and she's part way to grasping the other's hands when she stops herself short. Instead, she straightens her posture and calms her features. Did Charlotte really last eat that long ago? "One would think caring for our own well-being would be top priority, but well," she starts noticing a certain scent—one she's known all her life, and smiles just that bit brighter. "I guess that's the nature of an upsilon. So, let me take care of you back." The sleepiness leaves her eyes by this point in her speech. Nothing has been done with the room yet either, even though pups would be coming at a variety of times anyway.

Just before Carter comes into view, she wonders what he would be doing here of all places. Then the thought of the beta coming to announce his first litter makes something in her stomach drop, but it can't be helped, right? Except, he drops off the familiar nigiri-shaped bento box, presumed empty, along with his own edible gifts and she feels bad for being relieved. "No good morning? I'm hurt, Carter!" Viviana huffs as she turns back to her fellow upsilon with a more candid demeanor. "So, what would you like? I'll make it for you while I prepare something for the pups, too."

[vivirnet]

200708 | #beta-carter-bedroom

location: secondary echo house / floor three.

VI: Carter~! ( ; she pops her head in only to find the bedroom relatively neat but beta-less. the scent of him distracts her for a moment, the various wood tones and particularly cedar. but that's not what she's there for. with a disappointed sigh, she ambles over to the side table to set the nigiri-shaped bento box filled with freshly baked breakfast egg cups. she takes one last look around the empty bedroom and makes her exit; taking with her one of his white shirts. )

CT: it happened to be a night on which he didn't end up straying from whatever path he was on towards vivi's bedroom. all paths lead to her, he would snort at the cliche if he had to say it aloud but isn't it true? inwardly groaning, he's leaning his head to and fro, listening for the cracking sounds that remind him of how much tension he carries there. halfway through another roll of his neck, hand pressing down on his nape with a light exhale, he pauses once the lingering scent of strawberries and soft florals reaches him. what was she doing over here and why does he have an inkling feeling the number of shirts in his closet is dwindling yet again?

the scent continues to build the closer he gets to his door and anticipation trickles down his spine, keeps him on edge as if waiting for the relief the sight of her brings only to be disappointed. though her scent is strongest inside the room, it disappears as quickly as he followed it, feeling foolish when he knows better. 'course she couldn't still be in his room. she's a good girl, his good girl most nights if someone asked. he'd shamelessly admit to it yet he swallows thickly at the realization that he expects a lot for taking advantage of how open she is to him. for years, he wanted to protect her, but who will protect her from him? a question he doesn't like to pose at all, deny the existence of, but it's staring him down the moment he lays eyes on the bento box. 

the sight of his hands compared to its endearing novelty is a reminder of how he takes and takes. how would she feel knowing the hands that touch her willingly kill humans? she, who is more gentle than anyone he's ever known. he considers her to be his sin but he does more than enough on his own. but in the same way he consumes the egg cups, he greedily and shamelessly consumes more and more. rather than sin, he ought to consider her an addiction, especially now when he gets up to look for her yet again. returning the bento a mere excuse.

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200830 | shoreline.

( image cover. ) — location: beyond echo territory.

CT: it'd been unintentional at the time— tagging along when one of the upsilons wanted to go shopping. though he can't say they're one of the epsilons he spends the most time with, the fond memories of them playing with his older sister brings a certain attachment, an inclination to say yes when asked for any favors. they've kept in touch with each other more than carter has with his sister and it's a way to feel connected though he no longer gets the same chance as he once did. that thought alone— that seunghee might tell his sister— wasn't enough to stop him from actually making a purchase compared to pilfering the items and he doesn't have to wonder why as much as he's certain he wants to see vivi wearing it. 

petty crime seems inappropriate when it comes to giving her gifts. loving someone and wanting to be good for them almost seems human when he thinks of it that way but, even now, seeing the floral pattern of the cutout bikini doesn't give rise to any regret. instead, he pulls her closer, guides her arm to spin around once they're closer to the shore, grinning as he asks, "you wanna swim first or build a sand castle? better yet, let me put sunscreen on ya."

VI: Vivi's been overjoyed from the moment they got to the beach, or even before that. It's such a shame there aren't any beaches in the fairy king forest, otherwise she'd go pretty often. Not to say she doesn't already go frequently, but she really does enjoy the sand, the sun, and the ocean all in combination, especially during the hot Summers. Now that they've got their toes stuck in sand, and she's using her hand to shield her from the sun, she's keen on diving head-first into salty waters. She just hopes that she can still swim in it when waves become a spontaneous factor. 

Vivi yelps when she's pulled closer, reddening at how soon and how easily skin-on-skin contact happens dressed like this. She can't say she's surprised by his choice of swimwear for her, though. She's just glad that it's pretty, and that the colors are nice. "Hm? I wanna swim-" She drops her hand as she rolls her eyes. It's hard to look up at him like this, so she turns her head towards the water instead. "That sounds like you have other reasons for offering, but I'll bite." At that, she pulls her purple scrunchie off her wrist to tie her long, already unruly, hair up. "Do I get to put some on you, too?"

CT: the last of summer seems to still linger when walking along the shoreline like this. heat isn't as overbearing though the sun continues to blind. sunlight feels warm on his bare chest, the sand is almost cold underneath his feet, especially as the water washes over it and he stays close despite still holding their things in the bag slung over his shoulder. if he had both hands free, it would've been easier to guide her to twirl but they have plenty of time. no worries or wolves in sight. isn't that a splendid thing to have for once? 

the more time he spends with her relaxing and winding down, not particularly thrilled to watch yet another romantic film or romcom, whatever it's called— to him, it's some lavish concept of reality, relationships dressed up and somehow fixed within two hours or less— but taking inspiration nonetheless, down to taking her to the beach after she seemed happy to see a scene the other day. besides, it's a place to take her to without as many humans if he times it well and without a certain fairy interrupting him for indecent behavior. sometimes, he thinks she doesn't tolerate him simply breathing in her forest.

"you'll bite? i'd love to see that. where?" he grins rather smugly, taking them further from where the water meets the sand, setting their things down and laying a towel next to it, plopping down and patting the space next to him. "you first then. wouldn't want to see your skin redden for any reason other than me."

VI: For someone who’s more of a homebody than anything, this is a particularly jarring change of scenery. She’ll always be content with staying back home, doing whatever needs to be done. It’s what they live for, right? A sour thought to be sure, but one she’s accustomed to. That being said, though, she’ll go anywhere provided that Carter’s with her. Not necessarily to protect her, because that’s a little too assuming, isn’t it? She doesn’t expect her to ever be a priority. But she does want to spend time with him, and take care of him any way she can. 

Flipping her attention back to the beta in question, she tries not sigh that visibly. Sometimes, it’s easy to ignore his flirting. They’re part of his everyday speech after all. But other times, it can easily get her worked up, and she’d like to avoid that presently. “I’ll bite your cheek for being so cute.” She follows his direction, but stays standing for an extra moment to watch him. Does she really have him all to herself? “I’ll try my best not to either way. You’re not getting me today.” Unknowingly, she sets such an ambitious goal for herself. Vivi sits beside Carter then, perched up on her knees and leaning forward. “You, on the other hand?” Her smile widens before pulling back and turning around. “Back first then please.” She pulls her pony-tail up front, biting her lower lip all the while.

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200721 | slow down.

( image cover. ) — location: echo main house / vivi’s bedroom.

CT: his thoughts are still consumed by the idea of hunters being so close to echo territory. there’s no lingering signs, no obvious foreign scents, and yet that only makes him more suspicious. if aspen was trying to find those hunters and somehow it brought him to their area, either aspen is a shit tracker, a liar, or the hunters are long gone by now. without confirmation, the need to patrol is overwhelming but doubt doesn’t ease whenever he does. he carries it with him instead, in his shoulders, in the curling of fingers into tight fists, and how the corners of his mouth don’t lift as easily as before the new addition to the pack. rolling his head, he tries to ease the tension and finds no release. bad habits encourage him to seek out a different release whenever stress compounds and he rationalizes that as why he’s outside vivi’s room again but he knows better. even as he opens the door and walks in, he knows he’s too tired for that, be it mentally or physically, and the relief he feels upon the sight of her has nothing to do with that sort of release. wordlessly, he walks over to her, knowing that she’ll assume he’s here with the same intentions as he pulls her to the edge of the bed from where she’d been sitting. his gaze is harsher than usual, until he drops to his knees, arms wrapping around her and drawing her close as he leans over her lap, turning his head so his cheek presses against her stomach.

VI: As soon as she senses the beta's presence, she's quick to put her unlit candles away. They've been occupying her spare time, whether it came to making them or enjoying them as is. But it's calming to say the least. It's not as wasteful as baking tirelessly through the night is either. The song and dance continues, she thinks. Vivi isn't surprised by the pull towards him, yet the feeling of being weightless tickles her and she yelps. Then, for a moment or two, she's waiting for some kind of instruction only to find none. Is something wrong? Well of course, she answers herself. Carter wouldn't normally be this quiet either. Whatever's making him this way quickly becomes the only thing that swirls in her mind and makes her tense. But two tense wolves won't make it better. So, she relaxes in his warmth.

Holding his head with gentle hands, she brushes his hair back in slow movements. Kissing his head, she's letting the moments slip by in hopes he'll tell her when he's ready. Though, the more she remembers previous instances, the more she thinks it wouldn't actually happen. "Carebear." She tilts her head to see more of his face while offering a small smile. Then, falling backwards just enough, she grabs Cheer Bear and returns with a brighter smile that reaches her eyes—muted violet for the most part though it gradually becomes more vibrant. "Care for a carebear?"

CT: the initial tension in her body isn't surprising but he is glad when it seems to melt away, or he'd feel the need to leave first, frustration continuing to grow with the notion that he's upset her too. he doesn't know where to begin, doesn't know how to explain that he's just so tired, that exhaustion is all he can think of and yet he must persist in being vigilant. despite echo's loose interpretation of pack standards— at least from what he can assume from seraph in particular— he doesn't think he's free of them, of feeling the pull of instinct, constantly reminding him he must protect everyone.

eyes flutter shut at the gentle motions of her hands, nuzzling her stomach and taking in a deep breath at the kiss she leaves atop his head. the nickname reminds him that he's likely worrying her despite the physical tension leaving her body for now and he tries his best to manage a smile, however crooked and faint it is. when she pulls away, eyes opening, his fingers sprawl across her lower back, supporting her but also willing her to stay. "if i say yes, do you count?" chuckling as he straightens up slightly, one hand slipping to squeeze her thigh in acknowledgment. "i want you the most."

VI: Hugging the bear now, the urge too strong to resist, she props her chin on its head. The thought that anything in the world would bother Carter both amazes and scares her. She's always held the impression that he can get through anything and everything. Whatever happens in the future, whoever he ends up with, she can't even hope that he won't forget her. And just like that, the bittersweet feeling of losing the moment she's currently living in persists. Even when he smiles at her, particularly now, she thinks she'll never get to be the one to see more of him. She'll just never be good enough to.

So, she smiles that much brighter. She can at least do that. It's quite easy for her to live in a fantasy, after all—to believe that he's here because he finds comfort with her. "Me?" She absentmindedly points to herself, eyes blown wide. "But you're the carebear." 'Someone who's always warm and inviting.' She props the bear atop his head, as if to make a point. "I see no difference." 'Someone who's always looking out for others.' She giggles, the image simply tickling her. But when he says that, her thoughts get thrown out the window. Is this part of her daydreams again or is this real? "What did you say?"

CT: she looks cute when she asks for confirmation. then again, he thinks that often, always. even when they were young, wasn't vivi cute to him then too? it's a wonder he hasn't questioned if his attraction to her is warped or deprived, but he believes he'd feel drawn to her in any setting, in any verse. once he knows she exists, how can he not like her? "you're a carebear too, aren't ya? what are they for again? it's cute and soft, so are you." scrunching up his nose when the stuffed animal is placed atop her head, he laughs, reaching for it and placing it down on the bed before taking her hands now that they're empty, bringing them to his lips and brushing plush tiers along the arches of her fingers.

"hm? didn't hear me?" but if he says it again, will she believe him? will she play it off as carnal want? it wouldn't be a lie but he wants her more than that— wants to hold her, wants to kiss her, wants to be with her, wants her. in his life, by his side, as his. that's not possible though, is it? so he keeps his smile vague, light, as he kisses her hand again, this time lifting her arms and turning them slightly to kiss the inside of her wrists too. "should we get your hearing checked?"

VI: Using her free hand, she covers her mouth with a genuine gasp. Though she recognizes that it’s a compliment to herself, albeit somewhat debatable, she’s far more concerned with how he said ’too’, as in, in agreement. “You admitted to it.” Her eyes are blown wide, and it’s a wonder how her jaw doesn’t quite literally drop—although her hand does the next moment. “You are cute and soft! I’m so happy you agree with me!” She grins brighter, because isn’t that just the sweetest thing? She can’t laugh at that.

Unfazed by the hand kissing, finding it also sweet in and of itself, she’s more caught up in the reverie. Now she’s really starting to question whether she heard correctly—that he wants her. It sounded so serious, too. Does he really have to joke about her hearing right now? She swallows, smiling sheepishly anyway. “Maybe- But like, could you repeat it anyway?” Familiar pink hues return to her cheeks and she’s too shy to look at him properly. Would it really be so bad to say ‘I want you, too’ and possibly chalk it up to a sexual desire in case she really does have the wrong idea? But even the thought of saying that right now makes her head spin. Everything’s making less sense to her by the second.

CT: "i can't say no if you say i'm one, right? if you're a carebear, guess i gotta be one too." there's a sense of deja vu that comes with that. he thinks of some kind of movie vivi or someone else might've forced him to watch but the sincerity of his words still stand, reminiscent of a line from a movie or not. rolling his eyes when she calls him cute and soft, says that he agrees of all things as if the notion comes completely from him when she's the one who started all this carebear stuff, he can't help smiling at how happy she seems, how happy he made her seem for the moment. he's the most drawn to her in moments like this, truly, because he can tell himself that he'll make her happy, that he can stay by her side if he can manage to do that.

mimicking her, he rocks his head back and forth teasingly, "you admitted to it" but the way he continues placing kisses to her skin, traveling up her forearm, deters from his joking. when she avoids his gaze, he questions if she knows just how much he wants her, at all times. and, though, he thinks it's better off for the both of their hearts to pretend this is only about lust, his heart sinks already at the thought that she really thinks that. so just what is better for his heart? sitting up, he slides his hand up to cup her cheeks with both hands, making her look him in the eyes, and the smile is automatic when he meets violet hues. he's always touching her, grabbing her, but she's the one with a hold on him. "i want you most," and more lingers on the tip of his tongue, that she's the only one he wants like this but he doesn't say it, feels the burn at the nape of his neck, so he kisses her instead, lips gently urging against hers.

VI: Even as she pouts, a whine threatens to escape her. If there's anything she's kept throughout the years, it'd be Carter and all her memories with him. There are more to come, she reassures herself. There would be plenty more days where she can run around their territory and catch whiff of the beta—running towards a scent so familiar that she barely ever names the different notes most times. It's just Carter and she'll always adore him. "You have so many names. Carebear's my favorite after your own." She can't remember exactly how the name came to be besides how she used to have trouble pronouncing some names. But when he smiles, there's no way anything's wrong. Vivi will live for the moments she gets to see them herself and bask in the warmth she feels from it.

Without the cheer bear to hold, she's left to watch their hands together. Her hands have always been smaller, more delicate, compared to his. It's a cute contrast. The reverie continues as she observes his movements that she can see without moving her head. However, distracted or not, she certainly doesn't expect Carter to repeat the very thing she heard. The words leave her even when she's brought to look at him, and particularly so when they're drawn into a familiar feeling. A craving she'll never quite let go off. Vivi holds onto his shirt, gripping it as she pushes forward. She barely even realizes how she lets "i only want you" slip between her brief pulls for breath.

CT: "i know i have plenty of names. my favorite one comes from you," and he half-expects her to joke that his favorite must be carebear then. truth is, he likes hearing his name the most from her, whether it's moaned when she's half-asleep or if she's calling his attention because of something she's found in the fairy king forest. when they were younger too, carter realizes now how much he likes who he must've looked like through her eyes. every good side of him, he ties to vivi. the rest? the lust, she's somehow accepted. but bloodlust, he's yet to ask, yet to consider, because he gets it now. that vivi gives rise to his conscience, that any semblance of humanity in him— god, he hates that there's no alternative word— is because he wants to be good, or as good as vivi seems to believe he is. hearing that her favorite name for him is his own though, it's hard to think he could want to be anything but good for her.

his head nearly pounds at the anticipation, as if he can feel the blood rush past, and he just might when vivi says that. he could return the favor, make her repeat it, but he's more scared that she won't, that she'll claim to have said nothing at all— what if he made it up? willful and wishful thinking. instead, he lets one hand fall behind her, arm tightening around her waist as he brings her closer, clinging on as if she'll disappear the moment he lets go, as if the moment will be gone and he'll wake up. must be a dream, that's the other option. but when he pauses, lips ghosting along hers and he nips at her upper lip, a soft chuckle slipping out when he stares at her, into eyes that just might be his favorite color too, he lets himself hope even for a second; that it's real. "vivi, i— " a crack of a smile on his lips, his free hand weaves into her hair, pulls her into another kiss, wanting her to feel the weight of the words that won't slip out, of the fact that he loves her.

VI: If it isn't obvious as countless times before, she goes pliant to his touch. Any sort of attention he gives her makes her heart beat that bit faster. It's a little pathetic, she can't help thinking. So, she clings to the words he explicitly tells her and perhaps those caught in the depths of her mind. Twisting and turning his words to meet her own desires a lot of the times. Vivi has to bring herself back down to Earth, back to reality. She focuses on the warmth of his skin on hers, the breath against her lips. They're so oftentimes by her... well, everywhere. If it isn't his hand, it's his lips on her neck, her thighs, her sides. She takes a deep breath when he chuckles, as if ready to hear the blatant rejection—only now really processing what she herself said. Or perhaps something a little softer. Carter's always been too nice to everyone, going along with what even she'd consider silly.

Nothing but her name slips out, however, causing her brows to knit despite the feeling of happiness that seems to extend to more than his smile. 'What's going on?' The question runs through her head again and again without pause. Her arms reach up to his shoulders, wrapping around his neck as the kiss deepens, if even possible. 'Hold me forever' circles her thoughts. But even as butterflies return—or maybe they never left—she pulls back slightly, catching the green in his eyes as hers remain as vibrant as ever. "Are you sure? 'Cause I am." She swallows as her gaze falls, not looking at anything in particular. "I don't see you as just our beta. Just someone to protect us. I see you as someone I love. Someone I always want to be with and maybe, somehow, even take care of." She huffs out a smile, looking back up at him. "Isn't that silly?"

CT: there's a few ways he could think of to back-pedal out of this— before things get too serious, before they fall in deep, but it'd be a fallacy. he'd just be lying to himself. again. because he wants this, he's wanted this, and, for a few years, the more he seeks vivi out— claims her in the midst of sin because it's the only time he's certain that he can— the deeper he's already fallen. love that hasn't faltered, hasn't diminished over time but grew and changed, that grows with her. he'd waited til she was of a more proper age to be as shameless as he is now with her but when did he go from loving her to being in love with her? that much, he doesn't have a timeline or even a guess for. he drowns in it and, though a joke is there, one that can easily be made about drowning in something in particular, of how wet things can become between them, the truth overwhelms everything. waves crashing against the shore, wiping his past and concerns away for the sake of one fact, he can't walk away from this; he can't figure out a way to pretend when she says all that she does.

he doubts his words can be as sweet as hers, that he could say anything that doesn't sound like a line considering all he's said and done as a beta. when she pulls away from the kisses, he can't imagine a more authentic way than to show her but he knows vivi better than that, knows that the physical aspect of their relationship gives rise to insecurity. he swears he can sense it and he's more adamant on calling her only his when he touches her. the power she has over him is immense, making him want to chuckle, because if she knew, she wouldn't have to ask anything, wouldn't call it silly. "i want to take care of you. i want to keep you all to myself. all these wants and wishes, i got 'em for you. so, yeah i'm sure. but... do you know what saying all that means, baby girl?" thumb caressing her cheek, he slides his hand behind her neck. "because i won't let go if you keep agreeing."

VI: The longer it takes for Carter to respond to her, the more prone she is to looking anywhere but him. Shifting uncomfortably albeit being in his arms, she's itching to do something with herself. Perhaps to appear unbothered, like this isn't some big deal in case she gets puts down this time. Then she could more easily play it off and pretend everything's okay, that she's okay. Because, really, a rejection could be at any corner. Carter has the power to change her feelings so easily. Sure, they say your feelings are your own. But what's so wrong in her reactions to him? If he's upset or exhausted, she reacts accordingly. Be an appropriate opposite, if possible, to his sadness and cheer him up. The last thing she wants is to make him feel worse, after all. Yet in all these exchanges, uncertainty continues to plague her mind and it's hard to let go of it.

The moment similar sentiments reach her ears, her mental processing goes haywire. Holding her breath feels like second nature to his hold on her. Everything he says could be as comparable to all the romantic French films she's watched—except not really, but it does because it's him saying it. As her throat constricts and the fire in her chest smoke up her brain, she feels the relief of tears spill down her cheeks. She rests her forehead on his shoulder as more seem to pour out. Vivi nods for all she's worth, nods in place of more coherent words, as she holds onto his shirt in desperate attempt to keep herself back on earth. "I only ever want you, Carter." It comes out less than ideal, but better than she hoped—voice only as loud as she can while still keeping it coherent, that is, very much his ears only. "I love you." She whispers.

CT: the tension in her body reaches him and a flurry of thoughts run through his mind— or so he thinks. truthfully, his mind goes blank the moment he sees tears on her face and it sends him into a panic of his own. crying. she's crying and he can't even see her face to gauge what's going on. happy tears are a thing, right? he's heard of that? seen them in those films that vivi seems to like and, though he doesn't focus as much as she does, he swears this is one of those moments when it's most likely. the desperate grip on his shirt convinces him that she wants him there so this must be a good thing. it must be. how can the idea of them be anything but good? when he looks at vivi, he firmly believes she is everything that is good about him. he is his own person, of course he is, and so is she but he's better with her, because of her presence in his life.

arms wrapping around her, hesitant to 'entrap' her by doing so, he allows himself to believe that she would've moved away if this was rejection, that she's leaning on him because it isn't one. "fuck, baby. you scared me." he chuckles breathlessly, swallowing thickly as he tightens his hold of her, leaning over her and nuzzling her neck, lips brushing over her skin as he lifts her up, guides her legs to wrap around his waist so he can take a seat on the bed and just hold her. hands moving to take her face in his hands, he wipes at the tears he finds, a bashful smile on his lips as his heart continues racing. "hey, come on now baby girl. no crying." littering her face with soft kisses, he leans in closer so he can whisper back into her ear, "i love you too." arms wrap around her again and he presses her firmly against him, burying his face in her neck. "i don't deserve you but i love you. only you. it's always been you."

VI: Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, this isn't the first time she's cried in front of him. It isn't embarrassing to her as much as how confused she is for crying at all. Then again, she supposes she always cries during these scenes in films. It's so obvious how much love the characters have for each other and it's such a relief to finally see them acknowledging to one another. Vivi barely notices her smile at that, how she really starts envisioning them in third perspective, and how happy she is that it's happening, finally happening. She can't even begin to think of when and how it all started. "I didn't mean to." Pressing the heel of her palm over her eyes, it's a basic attempt at her stopping. But her voice is not croaking anymore, though her breathing continues to hitch.

Vivi feels like she's upside down, even as something leaps in her stomach whenever she's picked up. She truly wouldn't last a second on a roller coaster. Holding him even tighter, now at his shoulders, she soothes to the voice that guides her. Trying to nod in response is much harder with all the kisses, and she thinks that's not a bad issue to have. "I won't, I'm just happy." Her giggling, filling an otherwise empty room, and tear-stained cheeks, make her gasp to the reciprocation contrast harder. "How could you say that?" 'It's you I don't deserve.' Now she's a little frustrated that he can't see her pleading eyes, whining at his words and relaxing in his embrace. "Then don't feel bad." She stares into the big circle mirror in front of her, not quite seeing her full face but knowing she probably doesn't look all that great—hair drawn messily over her face and puffy eyes. "Just stay with me."

CT: "i know you didn't," he chuckles, the corners of his eyes softening as he holds her closer. even crying, it's hard not to think that she's so cute like this. she's cute all the time and it's a wonder how he lasted this long without saying anything, without being too weak to resist til now. the giggling brings his own spirits up so quickly he could get whiplash. it'd be too simple to think that he's the one in charge, that he determines everything, when she has him so easily wrapped around her fingers if she tries. she has him.

when her body relaxes against his, he feels his own losing tension, wanting to melt into her and around her. he wants his entire existence to be consumed by hers right now, to only see and feel her. touch her, kiss her, claim her, but that's something entirely different from this. "i don't feel bad about it. i used to, but not right now." laying back on the bed, keeping her slightly more upright so he can finally see her face again, arms extended so he can guide her to lean over him, fingers weaving into her hair at the nape of her neck and bringing her closer yet. "i say it in that i want to be better to deserve you. i'll work hard to do that so . . . have faith in me even when it gets bad. can you do that? i'll stay by your side as long as you want if you can do that."

VI:  Joy radiates off her entire being. There are words Carter keeps saying that dim parts of it, though perhaps it's more the way he says them. It sounds like he's in guilt, in repression, and there's certainly more to that story than he'll probably never tell her. Does she want to know why? Isolated, however, the words don't sound all that bad. As if now that they've started sharing their feelings that it could get easier. Maybe. Hopefully. Nonetheless, her eyes remain downturned as they see each other again, and she lets herself fall—helplessly so. That bit made a home for itself over the years. Vivi won't spend too much time on the semantics of it, at least not now, not when she's being held so closely and with such care by the one she's always wanted, the one she'll always want. 

For as long as Carter speaks, a request she thinks might hold more implications than she knows, she almost stops breathing, stops blinking, and stops thinking all together. A beat passes before she makes a sound, something of agreement. Among all the scenarios she's played in her head, one where Carter doesn't deserve her has never existed. But if he says so, if that's the reality of the situation, there's no way she can't accept it. She's thought of worse things. "I wouldn't say it, say that I want you and I love you if I couldn't." As soft and small her tone stays, it cracks every time she tries to speak louder. She brings her head up slowly, meeting his eyes and feeling the start of another cry, as she caresses his face. "I trust you, Carter. Strongly and wholeheartedly."

CT: the crack of her voice makes him feel weak, self-restraint dwindling, and his mind overwhelmed. moments like this remind him of how small she is, how fragile things could become between them if he isn't careful— in the sense that he thinks his darkness could consume her if he let it, that even her light can't win over what dwells inside him at times. when he first started, the bloodlust seemed uncontrollable. suffocating. he was suffocating whenever he wasn't out there, emotions dulled, his limbs going numb. he just wanted to feel something. vivi brought that back to him the more they got involved, but she was so young, too young for him to rely on her and not feel guilt as the beta, as the one meant to have everything under control. 

now, he realizes he might rely on her too much, in ways she isn't even aware of. her smile alone lightens his mood, takes some weight off his shoulders, gives him a reason to feel outside of his own darkness and self-imposed burdens. "mm, i know you trust me," swiftly, he turns them over, hair splaying behind her in a manner he's so fond of when he hovers over her on the bed, hand trailing over her hip up to her waist. "has it always felt this good  to hear it?" grinning, he takes one of her hands, resting it against his chest, just over his heart, hand clasped over hers. rather than claiming her, he wants her to know. "then this is all yours."

VI: Vivi focuses on her breathing now — feeling lightheaded at the very constraint that they're not finished. Whatever more is there to say, or do? Now that she's said all she's got to say, it feels like both a weight lifted and a weight redistributed. The familiar days, nights, and everything in between would surely be different. But she doesn't know what she'd even be allowed to do while others are around. And as if that thought alone were a catalyst, she spirals through other habits she has with him — would she have to feel bad for taking him to the fairy king forest now? Or would it be the opposite? Taking her out of her reverie, if only temporarily, her heart rate picks up. Between the action itself and the implications such a position holds — one she'll automatically respond to, like that of when he came and hugged her silently. Oh to be the one he goes to for comfort. She practically gives herself goosebumps over it. Her mind's still clouded, there's no doubt about it, but she's quick to reciprocate the grin. "Hear what? That I trust you?" Her gaze follows her hand, quickly awash with deep pink hues, and swallowing tightly. Vivi curls her hand into his shirt, lips slightly ajar, her eyes refuse to look away; speechless to a fault.

CT: he means any of it, all of it. it feels good to hear everything but that might also be because of how much he likes her voice. so often he implies he likes hearing her in the most wanton of manners, sinful gasps and pants, lusty moans, but it just happens to include that. her rambling, the shy pauses, the whines, when she happens to sing along or out of nowhere, but especially when she tells him things only the two of them know, it feels good. knowing he's special to her, that is what feels particularly wonderful. 

when he said good night to her once they settled in and down for the night, he wakes up with the expectation that hearing 'good morning' feels just as awe-inspiring, as heartwarming as it is to watch her sleep for now, rubbing the sleep slowly away from his eyes as he yawns. normally, duty pulls him away earlier than this but after those three words from her, he can't bring himself to leave just yet.

[vivirnet]

200714 | #flower-meadow

( image cover. ) — location: echo territory.

VI: As soon as she sends the text, she moves a little faster into the forest. Naturally, her sense of smell is far removed from the beta's and she doesn't exactly know his range. But surely once she passes the cascade, he can smell the gardenia and jasmine in her own. Either way, there'd be no way to actually surprise the wolf anyway. As soon as she touches Carter's left hand, quite the fleeting one at that, she grins brightly at him. "Carebear!" Her face crunches as she pokes her tongue out at him while her hair grows unruly in the movement and wind. It doesn't last another moment, however, before she's throwing her white backpack for him to catch. It lifts the bit of weight off her shoulders in preparation, but she doesn't want to lose the bag in the chase either. "Catch me!" She giggles as she turns around and makes a run for it; a bit more mindful of the flowers.

CT: his route for the day shifts as often as the summer breeze when he's closer to the shoreline, when he can practically taste the salt water, but he's stayed near the house for the most part today. though there wasn't news of the hunters who went after aspen's previous pack, it lingers on his mind. why hadn't he heard more of them? this close to the flower meadow, his mind settles, giving into the floral scents and how they give way to the more distinct one coming this way. he differentiates that of the field from hers so easily and he pretends he owes that mostly to the accompanying notes of strawberry and violet but it's also in how his own scent lingers on her, how he feels his own spirits lifting with the knowledge that she's coming.

hair that rivals the brightness of flowers in the meadow practically dances in the wind and he laughs once she's playfully sticking her tongue out at him, brow lifting as he considers running right for her in that split second. the suddenly throw of her bag is just cause to hesitate and he's scoffing lightly— amused is the better description— once it's in his hands, shaking his head as he loosens the straps to tug it onto his back, giving her those spare seconds to outrun him. drawing the wait out, he calls out to her, "gonna haf'ta run faster than that!" clucking his tongue, he rocks back and forth on his feet a few times before breaking off into a sprint. if not for the bag on his back, he'd grab her and send them both tumbling through the patches of nearby grass. instead, he circles her, blocks off her path to run, sliding to a stop and kneeling on one knee as he watches her, head tilted. "gonna keep trying your luck, baby girl?" 

VI: "Should be easy for you, then!" Even though it's a given he'd be faster than her, she won't lie that she's disappointed that he didn't actually catch her. Instead, she only catches the mirage of him passing by. She knows she should be stopping, changing directions even, but well, she's not as physically adept. Vivi's crashing into him before she can even begin to slam on her nonexistent brakes—wrapping her arms around his neck as if that would somehow keep her from flying off. It's only then that she processes what he just said and she pulls back to gasp at the beta. She's associated the pet name with more lewd acts, and yet he uses it here and now? Cupping his face now with both hands, she squeezes his cheeks enough to create a 'fish' shape. "I'm definitely going to keep trying, daddy. You didn't even catch me." She puffs out her cheeks in some sort of nonsensical protest as she pulls her bag closer to unzip. 

CT: as proud as he is of his own instincts, of how quick he is to adapt and predict ahead of time, he doesn't quite stabilize himself enough for her to crash into him— a part of him doesn't want to, maybe a part of him wants to fall and, in what sense, he isn't sure in the end. hands find her waist naturally, falling onto his ass unceremoniously and doing his best to keep her more upright so she doesn't fall onto limbs and bones, the collision made softer for her. often, only for her, he realizes. he can't recall being as gentler with anyone else outside of necessity, outside of duty. a coherent syllable is hard to come by when she squishes his face in such a manner and he squeezes her waist lightly in protest, hands gliding down to rest on her hips as he sits up, keeping her on his lap more properly with a laugh. "in a bratty mood, are we?" he teases, tucking her hair behind her ear with a smile. she looks prettier surrounded by flowers. "what brings you out here, huh?" 

VI: Somehow, she’s both used to the butterflies and not. Being so easily surprised—or scared—comes with a lot of cons, but at least she can differentiate them, right? Gripping onto his shoulders as their position switches upright, she can’t help but reintroduce violet hues to familiar hazel green eyes. But then he laughs, and goodness how she loves his laugh. To which she can only reciprocate with a toothy grin—one she could only ever call genuine. “Trying it out for size. Don’t you like it?” Though she juts her lower lip, the twinkle in her eye remain as the delight in being held so steadily in place encapsulates her. “Well, if you’d let me...” Tearing her gaze away from his, she pulls out a hazy purple-colored scented candle—she just couldn’t get the shade quite right. “Made it myself! Just for you.” She leans into him, mere inches away from a kiss, but instead puts the candle between them. The scent is obvious—it’s her own. Although she can’t tell how strong each note is herself, Vivi can make a reasonable guess from fellow upsilons and other wolves’ scents. The only sad part is how it’s much more muted no matter what she does.

CT: "if you put it like that, i'll just want to take you shopping again. there's a few things i'd like to see you try on for size," he chuckles, absentmindedly fiddling with the ends of her hair. it'd grown so long again, hadn't it? pink is still a color he hadn't quite gotten used to on her but it's grown on him, suits her after all. soft and feminine. he's almost surprised she hasn't tried it sooner. brow raising, he's about to ask just what exactly she wants permission to do when the candle distracts him. no wonder he didn't realize what was in her bag. smells just like her. how she even tried to match the color of her eyes astounds him, stuns him into silence, and he's more touched by the gesture than he can put into words. he knows her well but the amount of thoughtfulness she shows him can still manage to surprise him. the corner of his mouth twitching, especially when the candle is placed between them, he takes holds of the bottom to take a sniff, tilting it while it's still in her hands. "mm, smells delicious" he teases, lips curling into a cheeky grin. "you know this isn't what i meant by help me make my room smell more like you, right? not nearly as strong either," letting go, he pulls her closer by her nape, fingers slipping into silky locks as he nuzzles her neck. "thank you, vi. it's great." 

VI: Blinking back her pause, it takes an extra moment to realize what Carter means by that. Her cheeks flush at the memory, completely certain that she's worn those picks more recently for the heck of it. "Sure! Don't let me take you away from work, though. We were gone for a while last time." Her gaze darts beyond his shoulders and towards the river. Its rapid waters hold quite the juxtaposition to the calmness of the meadow, but it's a pleasant lull. It helps her calm her mind just enough to return to a more cheerful, unabashed state. Except no, he makes that comment about her scent being delicious and she hangs her head about the same level as his left shoulder, hiding the deepened hues that paint over her cheeks.

"I- I know that... I just thought I'd give it a try." 'To remember me by.' A matching candle that dons the beta's eyes and scent sits atop her dresser despite having ready access to a number of his shirts. The thought sadly reminds her to give them a wash and return them later. "And make you something other than food." In which she doesn't even do that often either considering where they stay. Part of her even thinks Kaleb cooks for Carter more than she does. How is that even possible? She yelps at the nuzzling, feeling all too ticklish from it and extending herself away from it with a weak push. "I'm glad you like it—and I can go to your room later anyway..." 

CT: surrounded by flowers, she's still the prettiest with her own rosy cheeks and he grins at her reminder, amused by the fact that she's just as worried about his patrolling. it's for that reason that he doesn't interfere too much with her mornings. at least, he tries not to. because he might be able to get away with it in the moment but he doesn't like the thought of her feeling guilty for letting things get too far and keep her away, whether she's late on her own or not. she can be harder to wake up sometimes, though the process is fun to him regardless. "if someone didn't resist so much, it could go by quickly." a blatant lie, he's aware, because he is the one who draws things out, likes to make her ask for it, but her protests to even that are cute.

"you feelin' shy about it, vi?" carter chuckles, lifting her chin with his hand, lifting his head to kiss her cheek. "thanks again. how long can it burn for anyway? if i use it, could you make another?" he jokes, though he's mostly certain he'll keep it to have it rather than light it anytime soon. "yeah? is this your way of telling me that you'll come to my room later? a double gift, huh? guess today is my lucky day. any requests for a gift i can give you?"

VI:  Puffing out her cheeks, her train of thought slams on the brakes and draws a blank on which lane to pick. She can't deny how embarrassed it makes her, but that doesn't mean she has to acknowledge it either. Something about that implication feels off, and she's left to believe that it's purposeful — something akin to what he told her back at the church. As if Carter doesn't enjoy all of the resisting she does. That's the whole point. Otherwise, what reason would she ever have to resist him? "I feel like that's not entirely on me." As much as she'd like to keep that sort of talk going, make it lead somewhere, they aren't role-playing right now. She kind of just bombarded him on his patrol anyway. The upsilon shouldn't keep the beta for much longer. 

A soft whimper escapes her. It's too encapsulating, his — well, everything. Somehow just being with him makes her feel the most loved. Then again, there's so many opposing factors to it that only serves to bring her down, like how he's a beta who's innately capable of comfort, and that he surely shows similar affection to most others. It's never stopped her from pretending she's totally immune to it, though. "You're welcome! Oh, it'll last six to nine hours. And it's meant to be lit anyway, so don't feel bad about using it up. I can always make you another." She hums as she tucks her hair behind her left ear, the urge to rest her head on her shoulder and stay there long after dusk all too tempting. But she makes an effort in parting instead. "Yeah, I will. After dinner. Hopefully it's not too dark then." Vivi shakes her head, reaching for her bag to sling it over her shoulder again. "Your time is the best gift I could ever ask for."

CT: "mm, it’s not,” he chuckles, reaching a hand up to cup her cheek. “but your sulking is adorable. you’re so cute i wanna eat you up, like a sweet, little bunny.” quirking a brow, he laughs this time, likening her to the forest creature is odd for a wolf, he knows, but she is rather skittish like one at times. at least, if caught off-guard, she is. as for genuine fear, he isn’t sure. she has her moments, the insecurities that fill her eyes but won’t leave her lips, but he doesn’t press for every single one. maybe he’d ask when he’s certain he won’t be one of them, when he thinks she could learn of his own hobbies compared to hers and wouldn’t run off but that’s wishful thinking. 

“six and nine, huh?” thumb brushing over her lips just for a moment before he lets his hand drop, he shakes his own head, laughing as his brows rise again. “that on purpose? i bet it’s not.” she doesn’t even have to respond for him to hear the whining that she didn’t, that it was just a coincidence and it’s moment like that he thinks of in comparing her to the more sweet woodland animals, nothing like the big bad wolf in little red. if only humans knew how close that might be to reality. huh. she takes her bag and he’s tempted to take it back but he hadn’t finished his last round, stifling a sigh as he lets her adjust. “did you take that line from one of your movies, vi? i swear the guy said something like that but how about this then? going out to the forest? i’ll even play nice with charlie.

VI: There's no way to hide her yelp at such a name. It's so out of place, considering their animal, yet it makes total sense with how she acts. Sometimes she does wonder whether it's uncharacteristic for a wolf to do or say the things she does, but it's a tiresome topic that won't ever get closure like this. Nonetheless, it's cute. All of the pet names she hears in films have conditioned her as such. "If you say it like that, I might really dress up as one." She avoids his gaze as she says it, the build up of courage hasn't made it that high yet. Neither is the next thing he says, and she practically oozes the need to run away — the denial of the accusation sour on her tongue. She really hadn't thought of that, and it takes her a few seconds to get it anyway. "I kind of doubt you'd want to do that considering you prefer other positions, but—" She stops short, completely disregarding what she's about to say, and had already said, to pay more mind to the prospect of the forest. Vivi doesn't like going too far from home, preferring the warmth and safety of it to the unknown — especially when she knows she's far too weak to protect herself. But the fairy king forest? Never has an exception been more jarring. Miles and miles of unknown territory, but Carter's always been there with her. "Lili! That'd be great!" Now that she's standing, she finds herself bouncing with excitement, radiating with happiness at the prospect of going again. "Though I also doubt that you'll play nice, I accept your offer."

CT: "if you talk about dressing up as one and don't, what makes you think i won't make you do it myself?" he chuckles, reaching up to tuck hair behind her ear, thumb brushing over her cheek. "halloween is coming anyway, isn't it? a few months away . . . might be fun to see you dress up for that too. hell, another shopping trip." raising his brows, lips pulling up into a grin, especially when she mentions positions and he shrugs, glancing towards the direction of the house, wetting his lips as if expecting her to run off saying she needs to get back to the pups or for someone to interrupt what is surprising more soothing than anything else. when he's consumed by his own thoughts, he realizes that vivi is the best solution. as much as he's fond of everyone in the pack— to some extent, he does have his internal reservations at times— it's not the same. he thinks that more often than expected, it's not the same. "that your way of telling me you want to try it? i'll consider trying anything once if it gets you—" his pause is deliberate as his grin widens. "well, you know." the affection in her voice in reaction to the mention of charlie makes him roll his eyes though he might even be attached at this point too, having seen her for years and how happy she and vivi make each other. "come on, such little faith in me. she's the one who hits me. she has wings, not a halo. but alright, let me know when you want to go."

VI: She tilts her head with a pout. It’s expected of Carter to say such a thing, but she doesn’t mind. “Well then, you gotta take me shopping then!” She looks away from him as her volume lowers. “I don’t have a dress-up like that.” It’s curious. She would surely remember if she does, but she decidedly doesn’t. What she does have, however, is a myriad of different so-called ‘lingerie’ she’d rather discard for wearing solely his shirts. Whichever the case, she looks back at Carter at the motion. “You want me to dress up as a bunny for halloween?” Bemused, the particular ‘holiday’ is portrayed as scary, and haunting. Vivi’s far too easily scared and gullible to survive that all on her own. She wouldn’t pass as anything frightening either. “Okay! So what’ll you be, hm?” She pauses then as the image of Count Dracula comes to mind. “Actually, have you ever met a vampire before? Are they actually scary?” 

Of all things to smile about, she doesn’t know why she smiles the moment Carter does. Not necessarily that he does, because of course that makes her happy. But the timing of it all! She slaps her hands to her mouth to cover it. “I… Well… I’m not saying no.” She drops her hands once she knows she’s in the clear, yet she remains unable to look him in the eye for long. “Yeah! You know… Fill in the blanks yourself.” A reciprocation she only latches onto to curp her embarrassment. Nothing new here. Vivi shakes her head at the seemingly genuine sense of injustice, but laughs all the same. “‘Cause you were being naughty. Don’t you punish me when I’m being naughty, too?” She says it with such pure intentions, but she recognizes the implications of it quickly. She can only laugh more, though. “Sometime next month!” She can’t be sure when exactly at the moment. What month is it, again?

[vivirnet]

200708 | #upsilon-viviana-bedroom

( image cover. ) — location: echo main house.

CT: he's restless from the moment he wakes up, darkness surrounds him and yet there's light in his eyes from the mere fact that he dreamt of her again. hand rubbing at the side of his face, eyes still closed, he can't help chuckling under his breath, shaking his head because of course— of fucking course. even when he's unconscious, even when she's nowhere near him, she somehow comes to mind. when he comes back from a run, the quickest way to temper his frustration and patrol, even with the sky now painted in shades of golden amber and burnt ochre, it's not enough to clear his mind of petal pink lips and violet hues instead. consent taken where he knows he already has it, he finds himself in her room in no time at all. mind in a haze, he questions if he ran the rest of the way there too and he laughs to himself at the thought, amusement giving way to how her mere scent eases some thoughts but gives rise to others. it spurs action in how he climbs atop her in her bed, sheets dragged down to expose more of her body to him and groaning when kisses to her neck, her shoulders, collarbones, trailing further down, do nothing to wake her. impatience inches up his spine as he buries his face against her stomach, fabric pulled and dragged down until she's nearly bare underneath him. teeth sink into her inner thigh, tongue dragging along her skin until he reaches where he considers himself at home, lips press against her clit, surrounding it in warmth before he sinks further into the bed, tongue nudging at her entrance. it's his own petty revenge to take her while she's sleeping too. 

VI: A dream that started off weird and unpleasant led to something nice and sweet. Carter was kissing her neck as he held her and it felt too real—like she could really feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. But then she starts feeling a different kind of warmth by her abdomen and she’s stirred half-awake. The upsilon tenses before she even realizes the wolf between her legs, the scent of various wood tones heightened in intensity in such close proximity. Her own grows sweeter in wild strawberries than floral, even as her eyes remain closed. The self-awareness might be alive now, but the sleep in her eyes deny her the same courtesy. And although she’s so used to this song and dance now, it doesn’t stop the butterflies in her stomach. “Car... Carter,” she whimpers. The surprise itself, as all who might get roused awake might discover, reasons her to push against his head. Why is she always stripped from her shorts first? Is he that impatient to take her top off? But then she idly argues with herself that she’s got one of his button-ups on and he just adores that bit of teasing. Yet the embarrassment doesn’t end there—not when she catches the end of her own moan when he goes straight for her clit. It causes her to curl her toes and press the right side of face against her pillow; hide herself among her pink locks if she must.

CT: she's sweet, from head to toe so the flourish of strawberry— how it fills the air around him, how he swears he could practically taste it on the tip of his tongue as she moans, grows wetter and only tempts him further— doesn't surprise him. instead, he thinks his preference for sweet starts and ends with her, from her penchant for baking to how she melts on his tongue. his cock twitches at the sound of his name, at the sound of such a cute whimper, tongue delving deeper with a content hum, lips curling into a grin against her folds when he presses in, mouth flush to her. but it's when she hides her face that he stops, that his grin falls and he rises, crawling atop her body and slowly unbuttoning the shirt she's taken from his closet again. his own scent is faint on the fabric and he nuzzles her neck as callused fingers caress every inch of bared skin, a squeeze of her hip, a hand cupping her breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive bud. knee nudging one of her legs higher, he presses against her, the material of his shorts thin enough to grind against her with a moan, the sound muffled against the underside of her jaw. "you awake yet?" he teases, lifting his head and taking her chin into his hand, hair framing her face when he forces her to look at him. "if you are, there's no excuse to hide your face from me. you're so cute like this in the morning."

VI: As much as she’s used to this—being woken up in the dead of the night in such a sinful way—it doesn’t take from the fact all the sensations jerk her. It’s overwhelming despite being arousing. Gripping onto his dark locks, pushing him away seems like the only reasonable decision. “Stop- Stop it.” She can’t even begin to imagine the amount of goosebumps that litter her skin now. Even as cool air mixes with his warmth, it takes far more energy than she’s willing to put in to think through this—mind clawing for something coherent to say or at the very least instruct her limbs to do. “Don’t. Please don’t.” She barely manages in broken whispers. 

Thankfully, he lets up and she breathes easier, if only slightly. ’Oh no’, her mind musters. Any other time, as she’s considered many times before, these touches along her sides would tickle her. And well, they kind of still do; propelling her to shift the opposite way in a poor attempt not to squeal. Her eyes remain pinched closed even as he speaks, refusing to see him. Being fully aware of Carter’s presence and motions now doesn’t stop her from trying to get away. Carter knows when she really means it—rehearsed countless times before just in case. This just isn’t one of those times. “No,” she whimpers. For only a moment, she peaks an eye open. He's looking at her... expecting... she could guess what. There’s no doubt he likes to tease her. But she’s embarrassed all the same. “Don’t look at me like that.” Her face flushed, and her consonants stuttered.

CT: her pleas are so sweet to listen to. if he could play them on repeat all night long, he would. probably have the best sleep of his night or the worst considering what kind of dreams that could lead to. before they'd begun to do this, before this became the typical song and dance between them, she was already a constant in his life and only more recently does he acknowledge how much better things are with her. he's known that, of course, because it's obvious enough but not to this extent, not to finally learning that he doesn't think he could stop or resist. no amount of guilt or doubt in being good enough has managed to keep him away so far. 

 the grin that curls on his lips is almost sinister, lips grazing hers as he chuckles. "don't look at you?" humming in contemplation, he pecks her lips, denies her a proper kiss, knowing full well that she's prone to whining whenever he does that. "okay."  he'd much rather watch her, already enticed by the redness of her cheeks and how her lips quiver, but if that's what she wants. shifting to kneel on the bed, he takes hold of her hips, turning her over and lifting her ass up, leaning over her to press his lips just against the back of her ear. "that better for you, baby girl?" he laughs under his breath, hands trailing over her thighs, squeezing her right calf before tugging, making her spread her legs apart further. one hand slipping around her waist, he splays his fingers across her bare midriff, tickling her even as he travels lower, fingertips coming to a stop just above her clit.

[vivirnet]

200704 | #desecrated-church

( image cover. ) — location: city limits.

CT: temptation trails after her even when her appearance speaks of innocence. he’s far too pleased with his choice of an outfit for her, pink pleated skirt and thin chiffon in the form of a short-sleeved shirt with a bow at the collar, contently watching her take a seat at a pew closer to the front. he’d told her on the way there what he wanted to see, for her to pray and make her confessions but he has the most sins to repent for, especially since he’d already stolen away what ought to be underneath that skirt, what undoubtedly makes sitting down take that extra second, half of the material shamelessly dangling from his pocket. his own attire is just as much a lie, prim and proper like a priest ought to be to take confession. but when she doesn’t mention what he wants to hear, not soon enough for his liking, for the impatience wracking his body, he leaves his side to slam the door open of hers, undoing the top button of his high collared shirt. “confession only works with complete honesty.” he doesn’t allow her a chance to deny it, lifting her with ease and replacing her on the seat, hand on her lower back forcing her onto his lap as the other hand slips past cotton, thumb pressing, slipping deeper with a soft moan at the bare skin he finds, dragging along slick folds and willing her to soak his hand. too soon, he knows, but the raw ache lodged in his throat demands it. “don’t you consider this a sin? not wearing anything under this and staying quiet about it.” a trap he set up, he knows, and he even drops the hand from her back for 'escape' but he can’t help it. this. her. can’t help how well she suits each fantasy he comes up with, just like now; in a place of worship, he writes his own scripture in her skin, calloused fingers dragging along a thinly veiled thigh, fingers curling into nylon and tearing with a muffled groan against her neck. “won’t you give me all of your sin?” 

VI: Churches have never meant a thing to her, though she does know of its significance to humans. What really gets her the color of her hair is not her attire—not when its straight out of her own closet—but the absence of her panties. She can't even go 'I can't believe you,' because she believes every single thing that comes out of his mouth; no matter how unfounded. Like this—"Honesty," 'daddy,' "father?" The words only survive for as long as she's re-positioned. That's to say, not long at all. And no matter how many times she may be able to predict his next moves, there's no way she can prepare for them. Viviana's tightening her thighs over his own; straddling him as her blunt fingernails dig into his shoulders from the surprise. Is it commonplace to recognize the feel of his fingers inside her? Or is that just a her issue? It's too early for this, part of her thinks, while the other accepts it. Nevertheless, she's pulling herself up and away the next moment; though her position stays relatively unchanged otherwise. "I am sorry," her knees press further into the pew, feeling an unexpected twist of her skin, "for having offended you, and I detest all of my sins." Closing her eyes as she falls back into place—her place, her mind helpfully tells her, and she wants to scream right then and there—she's too embarrassed to look Carter in the eye, but she wills herself to. At least for the duration of her next words. "What might I do to pay for my sins, father?" 

CT: each moment, each motion, every little clench of her thighs or her walls around him comes with the incessant need to praise her, even if only for playing along; the dryness of his throat can only be cured by the ease that comes with calling her a 'good girl' or, better yet, his baby girl. that's not the game he wants to play with her tonight. instead, he's enticed by the image of innocence, one she carries so well but not like this. it's all too amusing, to make her confess of her sins when he's the reason she's posed like this. but she does it so well, is it really his fault in the end? it's his own self-serving belief that there's no way he could possibly resist, not when she responds so well to his words, his touch, as if her body was made for him to corrupt, his choice of play ironic. "you still don't say answer properly" he sighs, shaking his head as he lifts her up, easing her back down to slip one finger inside. tilting his head, he presses her flush to him, arm barring her from escape as he easily glides another inside, curling them with a deep exhale, breath held at the sheer bliss that comes from feeling how tight she is every time. "i want to hear your sins. the filthy thoughts you've come here to confess. tell me who you think of."

VI:  Though her gaze slips from his eyes, somehow the sight of just his lips make for a terrible alternative. She's so eager to kiss him, to hold onto him with so much more passion, but it's not the game they're playing. The concept of a sinner to a priest seemed so out of left field to her when initially brought up that she gave it her best reaction by default. It was only once he picked out her clothes and told her the details where she really fell into it. Yet here she is, unable to meet his hazel—no, they're green now, aren't they? Quickly closing her eyes now, she's tightening her muscles to stifle a vocal reaction. Pulling away now feels futile, and she can't find it in herself to even try that hard to. But she confesses to liking it so much and struggles regardless. The feeling of him holding onto her tighter, keeping her in place—well, suffice it to say it makes her feel like he wants her, even just for that moment; perhaps that night alone. She'll bask in that much. "Forgive me, father, for I have sinned," she says somewhat quickly now. "I was so keen on coming here to meet you, purposefully dressed like this—awash with lust. I enjoyed the prospect of it so much," her violet shines through now as she says the last words with eager anticipation; letting herself move against his fingers now. "I thought of your cock inside me long before I came."

CT:  the rush, the urgency— whether it's her words of the tightening of her legs, of her inner walls— flood him with excitement, with a sense of obligation to render her weaker, to force such sinful words to become broken, incoherent at his touch. but they sound so good falling from her lips that he craves more at the same time, a grin hard to bite down when she speaks of her sins and it's gratifying to think that what she confesses to, though part of an act, is genuine; that she truly wants him. in reality, the sinner is him, for even participating in this, for how he's spent years touching her, claiming her in the late hours of night, for entertaining the idea that he could manage anything more than this, than indulgent fantasies and stolen moments when she deserves greater than he can offer. "is that your greatest sin? there's more, isn't there?" with that, he sinks another finger inside her, barely able to contain his groan at how she feels, how much he'd be willing to drop the act right then and there to be inside her, but it's well worth it. he says it all the time and he'd say it again, he loves when she uses her words. he only lets go of his hold on her back, her waist, to squeeze her hip, hand settling on her ass, edging the hem higher to grope roughly, guiding her movements over his palm, urging her to soak his palm.

VI:  Goodness what is she even saying? It's rather obvious that she'd know all these words filled with lustful intentions, say them in a way that would be more appealing— if only due to the fact that she's an upsilon who's innately prone to being desirable. But she would prefer to avoid saying such things lest it come across as habit. It's certainly no place for someone who cares for pups to do. Yet Carter brings it out of her, coerces her into these compromising positions that only make her crave his touch, delving deeper into this spiral of Carter only. Everyone else is off limits. She internally sighs at the ideas, something so unattainable she should probably learn to let go of. Flushed cheeks, a reddish-pink hue running down her neck, as eyes widen and blinks chase light itself. "There's not— I don't know." That's her first reaction, without filter. But really, what can she say that won't reveal too much of her feelings? Would they be more acceptable, though, due to the premise? She's afraid to take that risk. She looks to his lips, taking shallower breaths with each movement— quick reactions to sudden changes. "I really, really want you to take me." More than just sexual desire, but she'll choke before that'll ever come out. Her gaze meeting hers as she rocks back and forth, pushing herself further down and trying not to bite her lower lip too much. Isn't it too early, Vivi? You've handled worse. "As rough as you can, please." She pleads, placing emphasis on her words despite her shyness and bated breath. "Father, bathe me in your sin instead."

[vivirnet]

200702 | #fountain-of-youth

( image cover. ) ��� location: fairy king forest / spring.

CT: the lore is enticing and he wishes it were only true. imagine how unstoppable echo would be— though, with his bias, he already believes that they are. still, drinking from any water source in the area doesn't seem feasible and he settles for the next closest thing to something so revitalizing. leaving the bag of her favorite snacks for her to peruse, bag set between her legs moments ago as he sat down next to her on the spare blanket he grabbed from the house, face buried in her hair as he rests his chin on her shoulder. the joke's right there but he's already made it before, already joked about how he doesn't need a fountain of youth when she's right there. plenty to drink. it wasn't an afterthought when he bought it but he pretends it is now when he pulls away with a soft 'ah right' when he reaches for the bag he'd carried the blanket it, roasted coconut juice kept cool in one of those small cooler bags, taking it out to hand to her. "your elixir, sorry there's no pretty flute to pour it into. couldn't find a glass pretty enough for ya anyway.

VI: Offering out a strawberry pocky, so used to sharing with the beta, she disregarded the m&m and oreo-loaded cookie bars she brought along. Considering the choice of location, it didn't surprise her. They'd been around here so often now that she didn't mind wherever they'd end up at. But right above the sacred tree, looking over the entirety of the forest? She felt like she was on top of the world. And her attire wasn't too chilling for the height either. The breeze wasn't that bad when they were tucked away enough; allowing the branches and leaves to shield them.

Snapping out of her reverie, she squeaked in surprise when Carter rested his chin on her exposed shoulder. She hit his chest, albeit knowing she'd never actually be able to push him away. "You know I'm ticklish." Downturned eyes and a slightly jutted lower lip didn't do anything for her, not when it lasted all of two seconds. Viviana was back in a full-fledged grin the next moment as she accepted the drink. "Thank you, Carter." And if her voice got that little bit higher, she wasn't going to admit to it. She hid her face with her hair at the following comment. "There are other alternatives out there," she avoided meeting his eyes. "Besides, it's the setting and company that counts—Isn't it pretty? It makes me wanna fly." 

CT: the alluring scent of sweet strawberries builds with each gesture and motion, lifting his mood with it til he's grinning widely even when she 'scolds' him. oh, but especially when she sulks. the whine of being ticklish is precisely why he does it, why he's so keen to bother her, so eager to tease here and there, finding some way to touch her, make her whine again or look up at him with such pleading eyes. a 'thank you' is also as appreciated because of that change in tone, chuckling when she hides. how long had they known each other? how often did he steal her away for himself for moments as innocuous as this or far more sinful than this for her to still conceal her expression?

"alternatives? for what? i don't agree. the idea of asking you to settle is..." he quirks a brow, brushes her hair back so he can see her, leaning in til his lips press against her temple ever-so-slightly. "only the best for you sounds better. feels right." stealing away a piece of the pocky she was eating, he slides more in front of her, pocky held up between his teeth, the biscuit end in his mouth since he wasn't too fond of sweets anyway. "instead of flying away, play that one game with me. see how close we could get." 

VI: She's more easily lost in the view; having familiarized herself to it over the years. Oh how she wishes to see faeries roaming around right about now. But even as her cheeks warm and the tips of her ears prove their hue-changing capabilities, she keeps her attention split. Nibbling on the crunch of a pocky, she listens to the beta with ease. Would it be too cheesy to ask him to be the last thing she hears at night? The upsilon lets a giggle escape her while using her shoulder to somewhat shield her. Though, she'd argue she isn't that ticklish; that she's in the mood for happiness and everything tickles her fancy.

When she finally looks at him again, she's awing at the sentiment. "Since when do betas get to be so sweet? Taus and lower reserve that right," she leans in slightly with a smile that doesn't seem to fade. "Can't just go taking it from us." Watching as Carter shifts in position, pocky in his mouth, she almost can't believe he's doing this this soon after settling. She rolls her yes playfully. "A game, huh? It better not be rigged, carebear." Viviana moves to sit on her knees for accessibility sake and takes the other end of the pocky in her own. For the most part, she eats a majority of it somewhat quickly—stopping just before meeting his lips. Of course, with such an easy game, a tiny piece is left and falls to her palm directly below. But she pecks him on the lips anyway. She never said she was against it after all. 

CT: the giggle she lets out is sweet, cute, refreshing like her presence and it's a wonder he could ever deny her whenever she wants to venture out to the forest. he didn't have much of a reason to go on his own or to want to go at all. how playful fairies are was infamous and he thought his time was better spent around the rest of the pack. whenever he sees her admiration of the forest, her fondness of each place they'd gone to over the years, how his memories of this place are filled with her smiles and laughter— yeah, he doesn't think he'll ever say no.

"don't know 'bout that one, vi. i'm sure you're still pretty damn sweet. you taste sweeter than me, ain't that enough?" he grins at the proximity, holding her chin delicately, thumb brushing gently over her skin. at the suggestion of rigging the game, he lifts a brow, amused laugh slipping out. her accusation lacks strength, considering he does whatever it takes to trap her, and she only pretends to seek escape once he's got her in his reach. one hand supporting him, he allows the other to rest just above her knee, slipping around to grasp the back of her thigh, tenderly squeezing and kneading supple skin as she bites at the pocky. she carries the game with ease and he laughs when it ends just like that, with a peck. sitting up, he guides his hand to the nape of her neck, pulling her into a deeper kiss, hand on her thigh abandoning its grip to hold her waist. he pulls away after a small lick at the corner of her mouth, releasing her neck to brush his thumb over his own lips. "you ate all the cream part. just making it even." 

VI: She hums, considering her options. "Now when have you tasted yourself recently?" She asks it straight-faced, yet giggles the next moment—hiding herself momentarily yet again. How do late night activities become such wonderful memories? And once she looks at him again—really, trying not to smile wider is a tall order, and certainly not one she's capable of performing. She just can't not be so filled with joy whenever she hears Carter laugh, whether it's because of her or not. But, well, it's definitely icing on the cake if she's the reason for it. Then, trying not to react to the touches upon her exposed skin feels like more effort than she's willing to give at the moment. She'd be pretty dumb not to recognize a trap when she feels sees it. The upsilon's pushing away his wandering hand all the while while genuinely holding back a vocal reaction—a laugh, she thinks, but could very well be a whimper, too. Popping the last bit of the pocky in her mouth after the peck, she half-expects the returning kiss; closing her eyes in a split second. She doesn't hide her sigh when it's over. If anything, she catches herself chasing and she has to fall back onto her legs again—now leaning on her left hand. "I'd argue you almost always eat the cream," she picks up her coconut juice to sip out of again. 

CT: "on you," he retorts shamelessly, tone dry as he stares at her point-blank. the answer should be so obvious, right? intentionally, he teases her so, lackluster expression not lasting for long as he smiles lazily. "just barely though. since you're such a good girl, swallowing just for me." because, really, if vivi says anything remotely sinful, his thoughts are quick to turn to filth, wrought with depravity in mere seconds. he stands by his point, that she's so sweet and he's tempted to prove that to her again, especially when she thinks she can push his hand away. the sigh is a taunt, his instinct begging him to act upon it, stifle the sound with his own lips again, punish her for making it in the first place when he's at least been trying to behave. but it's her words that deliver the last blow, hand snatching the can away from her, setting it aside so he can take hold of her wrists, moving over her and forcing her onto her back, hands pinned beside her head. "is that a complaint i hear?" he asks with a low chuckle, tilting his head as he stares at her, forest green hues deepening with curiosity of how mouthy she'd be in when she's trapped underneath him again. 

VI: Biting her tongue on blunt canines, she’s trying not to retort. There’s little she can do, though, when a praise hits her out of nowhere and her gaze meets the branches below. “I can do more of that,” comes out of her whether she likes it or not; whether the blush on her cheeks despises her for it. Because of course she’d want to hear that again. Though, part of her still wants Carter to taste himself more—one way or another. Falling on her back becomes an art form now, done so many times she’s lost count. She licks her lips, the remnants of her juice that still linger, as she looks up at him. “A complaint? Oh no, nothing but good words.” She doesn’t mean to bat her eyelashes as she says it; doesn’t fully intend to look at him with more playful eyes as she speaks again. “Carter,” it comes out in just above a whisper. She says it for the sake of saying it; of reminding herself that it’s him pinning her up like this. 

CT: "oh, you can?" his words take form of a question but the suggestive tone, the firmness of it, imply that he already knows. it's usually him that doesn't allow it to reach that point, impatience wearing down quickly around her, because of her, and he could tell her of that, if only to see flushed cheeks deepen in color. the last time he tried that, tried this, a fairy came and scolded them. this far is fine, isn't it? yet he doubts he could stop, not when she so naturally teases him. clucking his tongue when his name slips from such pretty lips, he narrows his eyes, wonders if she's already caught the way pupils dilate more at the sound of it. inevitable, actually, because he's liked the way she says his name since they were young and he still can't pinpoint the exact moment the switch flipped, when he went from wanting only to protect her to being the reason why she screams. leaning in, lips ghosting hers, he grins, nips at her upper lip before settling on top of her, "you know i love it when you use your words. got any more for me?"

VI: The metaphorical lock on her lips prevent her from speaking any further on that. She barely knows how it escaped her in the first place. A nod might be enough, though, so she does. Only she doesn't know how she can answer him again now with the restrictions. She can't go hiding her face with her hair, hands—not even her knees as there isn't room to move them now as she lay. Does he really have to grin like that? Not even kiss her like that? It feels so unjust. She speaks again once she's toed her flats off. "What sort of words are you looking for? You stole all of mine." She pushes herself up the rest of the way to initiate her own kiss. "You gotta kiss better, carebear." She can almost see her own violet in his now, if not for the daylight so openly shining upon them. "I have been meaning to ask you something..."

CT: the slight shuffle of her legs widens his grin, hand gliding over the curves of her body, squeezing her thigh as if daring her to move again. "you callin' me a thief? i don't take too kindly to accusations from my baby girl," he chuckles, tone lowering as his gaze does, staring at her lips and looking away when it's too late. now who's the thief? laughing at the term of endearment, as amusing as it is from time to time, he can't help thinking the position they're in begs for a different one. "mm, that's definitely not one of the words i meant," he shakes his head, resting more of his weight on her and bringing his hand back up to tilt her chin. thumb sweeping over the delicate curve of her jaw, he drags calloused fingertips over such soft, supple skin, trailing over her neck til he's cupping her nape. "and what's that? i keep telling you to use your words and you hold back. practically askin' for punishment."

VI: Her lips part almost immediately at the pet name, somewhat surprised that he would use it here and now. But at least names like that, like how she'll call him daddy in response, would indicate a shift in mood. 'An agenda,' she'd also argue. Because it seems like everything magically leads to this position or similar with the beta. She pushes more negative thoughts aside, though, as she focuses on the details of the present. However, the time made for that decision alone distracts her from actively asking herself whether they'd go further here in the fairy king forest. "I'm sorry, daddy. I forgot my manners there." She ends up pouting specifically to emphasize her apology, but it carries over to her question. "Oh, well... I wanted to ask you," she starts with her gaze moving from his eyes, to lips, and back. "Do I take you better awake or asleep?"

CT: sometimes he wonders where she goes, in those small moments when she goes silent, when her eyes don't meet his— just what does she think in the moments before she suddenly outdoes him, saying things and asking questions like that. how she looks at him, temptation spelled out so easily in the fleeting glances, how her gaze flickers back and forth. he considers it bold and yet she does it so naturally. most of the time, he swears she's so utterly unaware, especially of the effect it has on him. if she does know, then he's the one who's fallen into her trap so willingly, not in need of an escape either. "both," he answers without hesitation, grinning shamelessly as his fingers weave into her hair, tugging lightly to pull her head back, lips pressed just below her jaw, teeth scraping delicate skin, wondering whether lust or fear will win here. "you're so responsive either way. cute, little moans. even the way you try to say no but spread your legs for me. it's like deep down, you can't helping being a good little girl."

VI: Viviana had an inkling feeling that the answer would be 'both,' yet she still asked; still hoped for one or the other. Not that she would mind either one. It was still her after all, and it was a hundred times better than 'none.' "Really?" She asks just above a whisper. It's as if she doesn't believe it, and maybe she doesn't. The urge to find validation in what she hears—interprets—becomes annoying the moment she seeks it. 'Even when he's doing this,' she thinks. Even when he's always giving her his full attention, why does she keep doubting it? "I—" Not another word escapes her at the blatant accusation. Nevermind the truth it holds. She knows she won't admit to it. Not when the heat of her face extend to her neck and make her heart race a mile a minute. Instead, she's trying to take her hands back and have some sense of freedom in this trap—wanting to hide herself from it. She holds her breath, closes her eyes with a scrunch of her nose, in attempt to stifle a whine.

CT: her whisper is a small red alarm going off in the back of his mind, as if he can feel the doubt himself, building tension in the nape of his neck, and he kisses her neck again, head resting there for a moment, lips pressed to her skin as he closes his eyes with a deep breath, strawberry and jasmine casting a temporary spell on him. the warmth of flushed skin makes him chuckle, eyes opening as he pulls away to watch her. "something wrong?" he asks, voice low and soft, stroking her hair as he kisses the corner of her mouth. "how many times are you gonna make me say to use your words... after i called you a good little girl and everything, tsk." hand slipping to her cheek, he pinches it lightly, fingertips trailing down to her neck. "ah, but it is cute when you whine..."

VI: Though she can't be too sure, the feeling in her stomach seem more like butterflies than dread. A breath she didn't know she was holding escapes her as familiar motions present themselves. A shallow moan she, again, won't admit to also escapes without her say. Having been kissed along her neck for years now, it's something of a wonder how it has never turned into a bite. The thought alone scares her. But it's Carter, and she can trust him—has been for as long as she can remember. Besides, he has the whole pack for his taking, so why worry? "I don't care much for the accusation, thank you very much." Blunt nails dig into the edges of his hand, the feeling of helplessness all too encompassing. And it's as if all her speech capabilities poured out into that one sentence, because her next is practically drowning in need for a speaker. "Let go if you're not going to do anything." Beating around the bush seems to be her default when she's shy—though doesn't that come with being around the beta? Vivi proceeds to wiggle beneath him, feet moving up to stroke the back of Carter's calves, as she lets out another, now purposeful, whine of protest. It's like he barely lasts a minute without teasing her in some way.

CT: "an accusation, huh? is that why you're misbehaving right now?" he chuckles lowly, fingerpads pressing more into her skin despite the grip of her own hand, how her nails could scratch deeply if she tried but he knows she reserves that more so for his back, that she doesn't truly want him to let go. how often had she ever used her safe word anyway? how often did they mention it in passing before continuing? her limits were higher than anyone else likely suspects and he thrives on being the only one to know. brow arching at her own accusation, he wets his lips, forest green ebbing into a near black as he hovers over her. more often than not, he reaches out for her, touches her, pulls her closer as if she belongs to him. half the time, he has a difficult time convincing himself that she doesn't, that she shouldn't. it's only inside the dark confines of her bedroom that he more easily indulges in possessive thought. though the stroking of her feet makes him chuckle, it's the deliberate whine she lets out that gives rise to his brows again and he's tempted to press closer to her. instead, he moves back, hand shoving her legs apart when he does and gripping her thigh while he lifts her up by her throat, forcing her into his lap when he sits. "since you won't use your words," he growls, gripping the nape of her neck and bringing her forward, her lips grazing his. "show me what you think i was going to do, especially when you whine like that. you know better, don't you vi?"

VI: Misbehaving? “What are you talking about-“ It comes out of her before her mind’s fully processed it. But when it does, she stands by it. After all, she’s the one being pinned down for no good reason. All she did was make a small comment on Carter eating her out and taking her so possessively—okay, now that makes her laugh. She really doesn’t mean to think about that sort of stuff so easily, yet she manages to let them peruse her thoughts and slip passed her lips. “It wasn’t that bad anyway.” She truly thinks it wasn’t, especially not when the beta has confessed to far more transgressions than she has the mental capacity to hold whenever he does say them. Namely, the straight accusation he targeted her with just a moment ago. 

 When Carter grabs hold of her neck, forcing her up and onto a new position... well, it isn’t new per se, but a welcome change at the very least, even as she winces through it. The temporary state of not being able to breathe always stuns her, but she’d never say against it. Straddling him now, she can so freely feel the firmness of his thighs beneath her—and accompanied by that growl? Yes, sir. Vivi sighs at the premise in a dreamy wonderland. Despite her little predicament, she’s at least more free to gently touch his neck, shoulders, and sliding down his front. “Don’t you think a fairy would come and scold us if I do that?” The urge to kiss him, so close, yet so hard due to the hold he has on her. With none being initiated, however, she opens her eyes finally. “Well, you said my whine is cute, so I did it again. What else would you like, Carter?”

CT: "wasn't that bad?" he repeats, disbelief both in his tone and in his eyes, tilting his head as he watches the way the sun hits her face, violet glistening like sheer amethyst. "since it wasn't," he manages a small grunt as her hands explore his body, dull nails digging into her thigh the tighter he squeezes, hand inching upward with a low chuckle. "that bad, you won't mind if i remind you of what you said, right?" 

grip loosening from her nape, he brushes his thumb over her lips, gaze lingering there before meeting her own with a sly grin. with a small laugh, the tip of his tongue smoothing over his lower lip just before he draws it inward, teeth sinking in as he shakes his head. "you definitely taste sweeter than me, even when it's on your lips. you are the one that tastes sweet, that can make my taste sweeter in relation. what else was there?" 

fingers trail away from her mouth to bare shoulders in a feeble attempt to distract from the hand that slips beneath the flare of her skirt, gripping the thin material of her panties and tugging them slowly down on one side. "right. whether you take me better awake or asleep. what was the answer again, hm? viviana."

VI: She's quick to jump, or however amount of 'pulling away' she can manage in his hold. It's certainly not the first time she's unintentionally gotten him that way. At least, not entirely on purpose. Though, she can't deny how nice the change of tone is to her, particularly coupled with how he looks at her, as if there's really something to grab onto when she's already his to take in every single way. She pouts, unsure what exactly he's going to remind her with. It's starting to feel like all she's said today and in the past would qualify as evidence to use against her. There's not even time to clear her throat, feign a cough, or otherwise act unbothered by this, when she takes a deep breath at such a grin— now she knows where this is going. "Then let me make you sweeter." She breathes out, eyes fluttering closed at the proximity. 'Just kiss me, will you?' "I still want you to taste—" 'Yourself' gets hitched in her throat by the time he's reached her panties. Well, debatable if those are even hard to reach in general. She's practically got herself spread-legged, doesn't she? Was that also part of his agenda? He just had to use her whole name, too, huh? "The answer, uhm... Both?" She doesn't move, refuses to, as she shakes her head instead. Except the movement makes her face downwards and all she can see is his hand disappearing beneath her skirt.

CT:  he recognizes this look on her face, adores it really. the anticipation, a sweet surrender. as much as he likes when she resists, seeing her, hearing her, feeling her like this is also gratifying. the innocence of her question, of the simple gesture of shaking her head as if she doesn’t know, as if she doesn’t feel the way his fingers trail over her skin, gently, tauntingly, mockingly because he doesn’t want to allow her that just yet despite how his own cock throbs. the implication behind wanting to make him sweeter could make him delirious, wrapped up in addiction that comes with being around her, touching her. it’s easy to become lost in vivi when he allows himself to, in those moments he doesn’t have to be concerned about safety, or jealousy, about shame or how lacking he is. his secret fondness for the time they spend in the forest is greater than she knows and even he doesn’t mind keeping their time here innocent. still, she’s just so tempting, whether she knows it or not. half the time, he swears she does it on purpose, and he’ll gladly ignore it all as long as he gets to kiss her, lip caught between his own as he grips her inner thigh, squeezing tighter when his tongue sweeps over such sweet, plush tiers.

CL:  from the moment they came into the forest, charlie was aware of their presence. rarely does she allow any creatures outside of fairies to wander close to the fountain of youth let alone have a picnic there but her fondness for vivi biases her. if she ever had to explain the extent of said fondness, she'd direct them towards the other wolf that strays along after. this male wolf that seems so lecherous, so territorial and inappropriate at times that charlie interferes as she does now. though part of her struggles to erase what she thinks she heard vivi say from her mind, she stays hidden for the most part til she's landed on his shoulder, hovering upwards to tug at his ear. though she doesn't have enough strength in this form to drag him, she knows he's familiar enough with this method of removing him from vivi with his lecherous ways by now. at the very least, have the decency to not do this at the fountain! the sacred fountain of youth that she protests, the gall he has. only when he yells out does she fly away, allowing herself to be visible as she stands on vivi's shoulder now, waving at the female wolf, the brightness returning to her eyes.