( there had been a pretty extensive selection of bdsm wear for the hunters to choose from — garb from barely clothes to bondagey leather straps, the kind of thing you see in lover's lane's front displays, almost scary in their sexuality. nat picked a middle of the road outfit, some vinyl catsuit held together by a large zipper poised between her breasts, bullied downwards at travis' insistence. she doesn't mind — she's not particularly precious about nudity, because she knows she's hot, because she knows travis likes her body because he has eyes and she's curvy, and he loves her. obviously. maybe. the catsuit is held together mostly by tension, but the vinyl is sticky as she peels her arms out of it one at a time, stuttering a breathless little laugh against his mouth at the awkwardness of it. if she had a knife handy, it'd already be gone.
she pushes it down her legs, taking the chance while partly halved over to drag her teeth down his pec, scraping the salt off his skin. she's been addicted to travis for awhile now, bonded to him through the tangled web of shared trauma — violent plane crashes, dead shitty fathers. nat thinks, more than anything, that travis represents this truth to her — that she isn't totally loathsome, that she is capable of happiness. that even if she doesn't deserve it, she might be able to claim some of it, even if it's brief, even if it only lives in the span of space between travis' warm arms, in the surprisingly soft look in his copper penny eyes. nat doesn't have to worry about being nothing, because trav makes her something. she's important to him. they'll outlast the wilderness.
it's the kind of intangible, profound gift that deserves a reward. he's something to natalie too — he's almost, very nearly, everything. straightening up, she lifts her free hand up to stroke dirty fingers down his neck, mapping out the exact spot on his throat where her bite will go. she wants it to be perfect. )
I need you so bad.
( soft admission. not just his dick, smudging precome on her stomach, but him — like this, this claiming. leaning in, her tongue wetly outlines out the spot she's picked on his throat, soothing the pain away preemptively, almost apologetically. travis knows it's coming because of the sharp inhale she takes first — one breath and then her sharp little teeth dig into his throat, pressing until she tastes blood flooding her mouth. it makes a perfect oval bitemark on his flesh, and when she pulls back they're connected by the messy splash of red on her lips, glazed over eyes peering up at him expectantly. if he's going to reject it, now would be the time. if not —
natalie steps back, sinking to her knees in the grass, thighs parted to flash the honeyed split of her sex, dripping to the forest floor. one hand supports her weight, while the other skirts over her cunt, circling her clit without even a hint of shame. she mewls, enticing him. putting on a show. come see what your blood earns you, travis. come see what your hunter is prepared to give you. )
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she pushes it down her legs, taking the chance while partly halved over to drag her teeth down his pec, scraping the salt off his skin. she's been addicted to travis for awhile now, bonded to him through the tangled web of shared trauma — violent plane crashes, dead shitty fathers. nat thinks, more than anything, that travis represents this truth to her — that she isn't totally loathsome, that she is capable of happiness. that even if she doesn't deserve it, she might be able to claim some of it, even if it's brief, even if it only lives in the span of space between travis' warm arms, in the surprisingly soft look in his copper penny eyes. nat doesn't have to worry about being nothing, because trav makes her something. she's important to him. they'll outlast the wilderness.
it's the kind of intangible, profound gift that deserves a reward. he's something to natalie too — he's almost, very nearly, everything. straightening up, she lifts her free hand up to stroke dirty fingers down his neck, mapping out the exact spot on his throat where her bite will go. she wants it to be perfect. )
I need you so bad.
( soft admission. not just his dick, smudging precome on her stomach, but him — like this, this claiming. leaning in, her tongue wetly outlines out the spot she's picked on his throat, soothing the pain away preemptively, almost apologetically. travis knows it's coming because of the sharp inhale she takes first — one breath and then her sharp little teeth dig into his throat, pressing until she tastes blood flooding her mouth. it makes a perfect oval bitemark on his flesh, and when she pulls back they're connected by the messy splash of red on her lips, glazed over eyes peering up at him expectantly. if he's going to reject it, now would be the time. if not —
natalie steps back, sinking to her knees in the grass, thighs parted to flash the honeyed split of her sex, dripping to the forest floor. one hand supports her weight, while the other skirts over her cunt, circling her clit without even a hint of shame. she mewls, enticing him. putting on a show. come see what your blood earns you, travis. come see what your hunter is prepared to give you. )