Well thats, something (heiro/open)

[Carina Dragovetti-BW]

Feeling him tense rini nipped his earlobe "okay no South America, would you maybe want to come to Jamaica with me? I was going to get recommendations from Tyler since thats where he's from. Id ask him and vari to go but can't take all the strong leaders out of town same time right?"

It might be fine but then again it could open them to all manner of issue. If he declined she would understand that as well and just take one of the boys as added protection.

She wasn't out enough to think she could walk alone around a place that might have it's own shifters and people that trafficked humans. Fighting she could do last resort but avoidance of the situation was better. So big strong male type was a travel must.

Tho she'd prefer him share her room as opposed to anyone else. Hands moving to his scalp finger tips digging in kneading. They had time it wasnt till late spring anyway.

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

As she shied away from her potential trip to the southern hemisphere he visibly relaxed. "How long would we be away?" It seemed a question to forestay making a decision she knew him well enough that his decision was already made. Depending on the departure so long as no one was dying or no emergency arose he would see to travel and a security contingent. It was very much a real risk of going missing if one was not careful. Even for lycanthropes. The vampires and other preternaturals of the Caribbean were notoriously old testament. Clans, kins, and kith. They were tight knit and willing to die over a name let alone an actual offense. They’d throw bodies at it until whole villages and family lines were extinguished.

Smiling as her ministrations stirred quite a bit more than mischief. Slowly turning in her hands he wrapped his arms around her cupping her rear and lifting her against him. “And no we wouldn’t take all the leaders on a getaway t would leave home unprotected and we both know what mischief the world would get up to if we showed how happy and safe we feel we are.”

[Carina Dragovetti-BW]

"Well its fashion week but I wouldn't have to go the whole week I could come in a day or so safely maybe two before to pick models for the runway and set up my part of the show, there are also a couple of smaller walks and showings and parties but Im not as into that outside of some networking"

As he turned she laughed the look on his face said it all as she slid up against him, nodding at his assumption of the situation" correct but for now and right here we are very very safe and you feel very happy"

Chuckling throatily at his obvious growth in places. Wine forgotten as they having fairly thoroughly rested this time could start their quest to exhaustion all over again.

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

"Entirely and all encompassingly…" he said kissing her deeply enough to stir himself to fullness. It was so on that short of the sky falling they were destined to break the bed. And while it had been built with a lycanthropes strength in mind even it would not stand the onslaught they would wreak or mess they would make. There was a goal in mind, and he was determined, enlivened, and focused on achieving it.

While this was not one of their getaways that was accompanied with much of their conversation; they had more oft than not met mind to mind unburdening themselves. Sharing deep abiding truths. One of which being neither had exhausted or pleasured themselves to a full-on shift release. The golden ring of true release. The word being no physical pleasure could be as all encompassing as that hallowed event. As such as each escape had built and built the goal was to always get as close if not past that demarcation.

So onward upward, harder faster, further they raced.

[Carina Dragovetti-BW]

Knowing almost emphatically what they were moving toward this time. It was an expression of utmost trust, between shifters to reach that moment. It was almost taboo with a human partner because of how dangerous that situation could end up being. As he strummed her body like a well-tuned Spanish guitar, pulling music from her lips in gasps and whimpers she sought to gain his accompaniment.

The first screaming of the bolts on the bed was met with wide eyes and smirks of accomplishment. Trying to keep her claws in as one of her most needy places was found. Her face said what her throat currently couldn't manage and reading his face told her they were both right at the precipice of something earthshaking." might... need..to..change..position"

She managed between thrusts and pants, carefully to not miss a stroke they coordinated themselves well enough to manage and she ended up on her front with him behind.That seemed to shake one set of bolts fully loose and the bed tilted amid laughter and grunting. Finally digging her claws into the sheets the shredding noise was euphoric. So close this time she could feel her beast under her skin stretching and writhing, Rubbing fur agiasnt her inside and feeling impossibly big." so close keep going"

She whispered on a snarl body flexing and when it could take no more pleasure poured into it she literally exploded. It stung but at the same time felt like nothing else ever had splashing bed walls and carpet in the shift fluid. Fur clean and warm her exhilation of completion a rumbling vibrating snarl.

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

There are some things that must be experienced first hand. And some that once experienced places a pall over all other similar events. Occasionally the two meld and merge creating a third separate thing that holds true to both and none. The sheer unbridled umami of a shift release made it as unlike and all encompassing as everything that had come before and everything that could come after.

He was normally of a mind to watch his surroundings and even in ecstasy be heedful of what damage was done. Keep it wwell within the purely mortal range and all was well. The problem being he’d never been ‘uninfected’ as the saying went. He was born this way. He’d lived a lifetime of dimming his light. Fighting to appear as anything but what he was. There were seldom moments he forgot it. Even amongst his ‘own kind’ he and Samuel stood apart as other. Yet here in these escapes born of lose and broadened by joy he was able to leave that world behind. Here he was able to truly totally unbridledly be himself. Not the rex who tried to be better. Or the man who tried to be good. He could be simply Hieronymous. The whole of himself.

As such as the first bolt bent loose and the second fired across the room and they crashed rolling together like a storm made flesh. He rejoiced and gave himself over to the animalistic which was never far from the surface his grunts groans coming nearly purr almost roar like. "Yes oh god yes...” He exclaimed feeling Cari tighten and her muscles shift. As she rolled acrobatically shifting position in time to their symphony in motion he adjusted his arc and dive just so causing a deeper fall, lower notes to be plucked from their performance. Rising higher dipping lower it was a single battle fought on a myriad of fronts and as she shook he vibrated.

Shift afterbirth flung far and wide as they reached the summit having scaled a mountain along the way. Fur gliding against fur as aftershocks rippled through them.

[Carina Dragovetti-BW]

As they floated curled in on each other in the wreckage, his massive furred shape wrapped around her smaller more delicately spotted one, this had been everything needed.


Fade to Black..The end for now.