“Oh I know better than to try and fish compliments out of you,” Cynric laughed, shooting her a knowing look. Early on, he’d figured out that Alara wasn’t one to kiss ass, and perhaps that was part of why he found her company so refreshing. "Listen, I was just trying to up the intrigue and leave an impression,” he explained, shrugging his shoulders, “Sounds like I did, considerin’ you’re ridin’ my ass about it.” A smirk that said he was all too proud of himself over that fact rounded out his features and for once, Cynric let himself bask in the warmth of it. Ordinarily, he would have recoiled back inside his shell and slammed the door on the little glimpse of himself that he shown Alara, but right now, that option was the furthest thing from his mind because something about her let him feel safe enough to open up…even just the slightest bit.
He felt fifteen again as he splashed around in the frigid fountain water without a single care in the world. He didn’t know whether to blame that newfound weightlessness on the situation itself or the woman laughing breathlessly beside him. For a moment, he felt frozen as she lifted up and fused their lips together, but this time, he knew better than to blame it on the chill rattling his frame. It was her and how she managed to catch him off guard again and again in the best way. Anchoring his hands on her hips, he kissed her back, focusing on the warmth of her lips rather than the way his teeth threatened to chatter in the cold. The water felt like hundreds of tiny knives digging into his skin with each second that passed, but Cynric couldn’t bring himself to care…at least not until she was pulling away, snapping him out of his rare state of bliss. Wide eyed, he peered down at her, confusion rippling his dark brows. And then he heard it. "Shit,” he breathed as he whipped around, catching a glimpse of the officer bounding towards them. Without another thought, Cynric tore after her on wobbly legs, numb from the cold. He reached for his belongings, clumsily gathering them up in his arms in one sweep, and continued after her, laughing all the way.
When was the last time he’d felt this wild, this free? Cynric honestly couldn’t remember, but he tried to shove that sobering thought aside as they slowed to a stop inside the little dip in the alleyway. Huffing out a breathless laugh, the wolf glanced over at her, head shaking, “Think we lost him?” Raking a hand through his hair, his smile took a playful turn and his eyes suddenly narrowed, “So, ya kiss me in a fountain, and then…ya just…take off?” Cynric began, using her own words against her as he stepped closer. Tipping her chin up with the tip of his finger, the wolf cocked his head to one side, “Who does that?” He taunted, seconds before nipping at her bottom lip. Giving little thought to where they were, he dropped his belongings to the dusty ground and reached for her, pressing forward until he backed her into the alley wall. “Where were we?” he wondered aloud, head adopting a curious tilt moments before he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers.
By the time they reached the end of the alley, she was slightly out of breath. Running was not her speciality but it was more so the bitter cold air that bit at her skin which made her breathless. Alara had noticed the way he laughed with her, ran with her, accepting her offer of spontaneity despite it being overly childish. It brought back that wonder, that question she asked that he hadn’t answered, when was the last time? Perhaps it didn’t even need to be answered, though slightly presumptuous, there was a sadness behind his eyes that became very telling. “I don’t know,” she hushed, putting a finger to her lips as if to tell him to be quiet. Though, the way she couldn’t hold her laughter was certainly no quieter than his voice. “What?” Raising a brow as he began to repeat her own words back to her. Against her. She could only make the beginnings of a fierce pout before it twisted into a pair of raised brows and a little ‘o’ shaped mouth. Alara blinked up at him, letting her chin rest in the press of his finger. Who does that? Honestly, she had quite the witty response ( at least she would say so ), but as soon as he came closer, any words she had evaporated with the tug on her lower lip.
The laughter had slipped away, replaced only with curiosity and a gleeful, if not incredibly mischievous grin that comes after she feels her back hit the wall. A daring smirk, if you will. Where were we? As he wipes the smirk away with the press of his lips, her hands are already dropping her own personal effects so they could slink up his chest. An uninterrupted kiss, third time lucky. It takes the light air around them and twists it into something weighted, something that can almost be tangible. Desire. There’s enough of it in the way she takes a graceless freefall into the feel of his lips against hers, pausing only because her lungs begin to burn for air. “I know you got me out of my shoes already, but if you want me to take off anything else, my request is somewhere more sanitary.” She chuckles quietly, keeping a pair of lustful brown eyes on his. An offer, as much as it was a plea, considering she was sure they could both smell whatever had probably died a whole toxic, germ filled death here on the ground around them.
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