Savage Love (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[Mr.Aznable]

He made a noise. “We will miss the feast entirely if we don’t have it now.”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"A dilemma to be sure." She said thoughtfully.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He groaned and forced himself to pull away from her.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"If you are worried, we can always try after." She assured him, "Though, I am rather starved."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Starved?” He asked, moving towards the dining area with her.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She glanced at him, a sort of longing in her eyes, "Starved." She confirmed.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Then perhaps some wine will do you well.” He said with a grin.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She smiled and giggled behind her hand, "I can't help but agree, my love."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He smiled and moved to hold his arm out to her as they walked. This, this was new. Fun, however.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She held his arm happily, absently petting up to his biceps as she enjoyed the peaceful walk to the dining hall.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Did they always feel so massive, so.. firm? He turned, and as he held the door open for someone else, he absentmindedly flexed.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She bit her lip gently as she just enjoyed the feel of the muscle in her hands; how she couldn't get the tips of her fingers to touch no matter how she tried. God, he was stunning.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He looked back to her. “Lieben are you well?” He asked, catching her expression.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She came back to reality right away, looking up at him with a smile, "Yes, lieben, of course."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He smiled and nodded as he held the door for her. What a gentleman. In public, anyway.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She stepped inside and the men all bowed to her as she passed, moving to take her place at the head table.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He sat beside her, holding her hand gently. God, were his hands always so massive?

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Did the confrontation earlier really work her up this much? Ludwig was always attractive, so magnetizing, why did now feel so different?

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Ludwig seemed to be handling this well. That is, until he shot her a glance that let her know exactly how bad it was. At least, maybe an idea of how bad it was. But, he drank anyway.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Why did his eyes feel so dark? Demanding? Why did he look at her like she was no more than a meal to scarf down? It excited her.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

The drink, as it turned out, helped neither of them. Ludwig had snuck his hand under the table, and was grabbing at her thigh whenever he could without getting caught.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Not like anyone would scold him for doing so, but Aileen maintained her composure throughout the entirety; in favt, she reached over to do the same.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She could feel his excitement rather easily. It twitched and pulsed under her light touch, silently begging for more.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Dinner felt like it was dragging on for some reason. How odd.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He was trying hard to keep himself together, barely able to cover his ragged breathing.