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Chapter Seven: Easily Distracted

"Much as I like your...(kiss)...body...with its nicely muscled...(lick)...ooh...nicely, muscled..."

"Woman..."

Marie pulled away at his rumbly growl. His sexy, rumbly growl. Heck, everything about him was sexy to her...

"Can you think of nothing else?"

"Would you want me to?"

*Sexy, rumbly growl...*

(Nip.)

"Woman!"

"Hmmm? C'mere..."

*~*~*~*~*

It was MUCH later, when she had finally gotten her fill---for now---and went back to her original intent and dragged back up one very necessary discussion.

Of course, her hands couldn't stop rubbing soft circles around that nicely muscled chest, until his own hands---so much larger than hers, ooh, she liked that!---trapped them and tightened when she wriggled her fingers suggestively.

He was good at giving her exasperated looks out of narrow golden eyes.

Sighing defeat, Marie gave him a mew of disappointment, blew him a kiss (as much as possible with her hands trapped in his) and blew on that damn curl that fell back over her forehead.

He was damn sexy at smiling too.

Even as he released one of her hands to comb the curl back off of her brow, she said, "You need clothes."

The hand paused in mid-motion. "What?"

"Clothes. You know...fabric?" She gave him a helpless shrug toward what was left of her own nightwear that lay draped on the floor beside the bed. "You can't go walking around outside bare ass naked...although I wouldn't mind, come to think of it."

Eyes narrowing, he growled at her.

*Sexy, rumbly growl...*

Shaking the distracting thoughts out of her mind, Marie tugged her other hand free from his and used both hands to comb back the annoying butter-blond curl---and its even more aggravating twin that came to join it---off of her forehead. She didn't truly realize just what a great pose that was, her arms up and akimbo, her back curved slightly as she sat over his prone body, her breasts pressed out, almost as if she was mocking him with them.

Gold heated so quickly into molten liquid...

Cracking one blue eye open, she scanned him between thick black lashes.

Now it was her turn to glow...

*~*~*~*~*

It was much, MUCH later, after they had had a bit of fun in bed, and of course, on the floor, and of course, in the shower while bathing their love off of one another, that she finally got back to her original topic...and his clothes.

Climbing into a handy pair of denims, she watched him as he watched her, his curiousity apparent. He was so intent in everything he did...

"What is that harness?"

"It's not a harness! It's a bra!"

"Why are you trapping yourself into it?"

"Trapping..." She wanted to throw a pillow at him. "It helps support me!"

"I could support you." A calloused palm came up to do just that, and she giggled and sighed and wanted to be distracted once more...

Drawing away with a shake of her wet hair, she finished fastening her white bra, and pulled a not-so-wrinkled white shirt from her overstuffed closet. He rumbled a faint, growly protest when she pulled the shirt over her head, and she gave him a sexy smile, a promise for later.

"I'm starving, and I know you have to be!"

His stomach answered her, to his growling embarrassment and her delighted laughter.

"See?" Her fingers tickled over his flat stomach, and he sucked it in, reacting to the caress.

"Woman..."

"My name is Marie."

"Woman..."

She turned away from him, and went diving for her shoe-box, the old faded one that held photographs and odd memorabilia, and her little stash of emergency funds. The intent curiousity was back as he watched her tear through all the junk to triumphantly present him with a small wad of notes.

"Ah-hah!"

"What is that?" The golden eyes narrowed on the waving display.

"Money." She answered him, blinking back her surprise. "For your clothes...?"

"I do not need clothes." He said arrogantly, standing there in all of his male glory.

*He certainly doesn't...*

"Yes, you do! I can't have you scaring half the city by walking around naked!"

"I will use my natural form." And suddenly, the grey Wolf was there, his yellowy golden eyes the only thing familiar. It was almost unnerving, when she thought about it.

*His natural form...*

She didn't have to think about it. He was Wolf, and he was Tsume. *And he's damn hot too...*

"You'd scare the other half of the city." She told him, blue eyes dancing over her bright smile.

He growled...a much deeper growl in this, his natural form.

She glared at him. "You wanna eat, or not?"

He was back in human form...white hair and hard muscle...

Her eyes turned indigo and dewy while looking him over, her pink lips parting slightly as she, again, became distracted...

"I wonder how you'd look in black leather..." She mused half to herself.

"Like this?" He asked, golden eyes glinting with amusement.

She blinked.

He stood there, fully clothed, head to toe, in black leather. Except the jacket was a bit to short, and showed the wonderfully sculptured muscles of his abdomen, and the shoulders were somewhat ripped at the seams, showing off those flexing muscles, and the glimpse of a low-slung shirt underneath the deep V of the jacket was plastered to the well-defined pecks that she just loved to nibble on...

"Wow." She breathed, her indigo eyes almost darkening to black as a wave of arousal hit her. She wanted to take those clothes off of him....strip them off and make wild, passionate love all night and day and night and day and---

"Woman..."

*I'm too easily distracted by him!* She mused to herself, shaking her head again.

"You don't like them?" He asked, rumbling with impatience.

"Are you kidding?" She asked, indignantly rising to her feet and coming to stand in front of him. He was so much taller than her, she barely reached his shoulder. "You're way too sexy in black leather. Where did you get it?"

Tsume shrugged, a nice rippling movement that made her blink and take in a deep breath to calm her wildly beating heart. "Saw it on someone once. Liked it."

She reached out to touch the collar, and felt real leather under her exploring fingers. "Illusion?" She asked, puzzled.

"Whatever works." He gave her a wolfish grin, grabbing her in a bear hug, and spinning her around until she lost her breath in screaming laughter and fell against that sculptured chest in breathless exhaustion. Their proximity brought back her distraction and her laughing blue eyes darkened once more to heated indigo.

She leaned up and kissed him, her soft body melting into his hard one.

"Do they come off as easily?" She breathed into his ear suggestively.

Another wolfish grin and the sudden feel of hot, bare skin and hard muscle was her hoped-for answer...

*~*~*~*~*

It was much, much, MUCH later that they were finally able to get free of the apartment---and each other---and tramp down the street to the local mini-market on the corner, both glaring off the admiring looks directed at both of them by appreciative passerby. Marie had wanted to scratch that dumb brunette's eyes out, she was staring so hard at her Wolf, and Tsume had kept up a low growl while hovering over her protectively, glaring yellow daggers at the men who quickly turned their eyes away from Marie's blond beauty.

She was scanning the limited selection of meat offered by the mini-mart, attended by a nervous little shop-keep who truly didn't want to be there, under Tsume's cold glare.

"What kind of meat do you like?" Marie asked, distracted by the variety.

"Raw." He grinned, fangs suddenly appearing.

The shop-keep squeaked, and scurried away, backwards.

Marie blinked at the little man's hasty departure, and turned a blue-eyed glare on her Wolf.

"Was that necessary?" She demanded, the stupid curl coming back down out of her hasty ponytail just to drive her up the wall with aggravation.

"No." Another fanged flash. "But it was fun."