RP:The Blue Demon Dog

Synopsis: Tension is on the lines for Tiber and Lanara as the two wait in fear to prepare for an attack. Lanara cannot wait any longer, she decides to sneak away without being escorted by pack members. Tiberius blows up finding the girl is sneaking off without saying a word--plus, she smells of Leoxander and Loravelle. Plus, they just had to bring home a dog that does not like the Catalian, but he is forced to name the blue doberman anyway. The new addition to the family? Demon, the blue doberman named after the Titan of Winter.

Part of the Waxing Crescent, Wayward Course Arc

The Lowell Estate

It’s been a week since the successful jewelry heist and things aren’t going as expected at the Lowell Estate. The blue doberman that followed Lana home had attacked Tiber four times and he mercilessly chased the cats around the house. The threat of Franz isn’t being taken seriously as Lana is still sneaking out and growing stir crazy. Tiberius seems to have a vendetta for a certain lycan pirate and his jealous tendencies easily flare. It’s been a week! The witch lies on the couch in the living room, her bare feet dangling over the side, as she stares at the ceiling. She had snuck back into the home thirty minutes prior and changed into one of Tiber’s oversized tee-shirts, as though she had been home the entire evening just lounging in pajamas. Ranger lies before the unlit fireplace, gnawing on a bone and wondering why the other dog never wants to play with him. The doberman lies beside the couch with his head resting neatly between his paws, those gray eyes never straying from the front door. Aspen is asleep in the nursery with Cinder and Salem keeping him company, and the house is peaceful. Despite the underlying tension that Lana feels creeping into her bones. “It’s time to have a chat…” She speaks into the air and the doberman lifts his head and looks at her with those intelligent eyes, “You aren’t going anywhere, but you have to be better, Boy.” The dog doesn’t even have a name yet. They haven’t had the time or energy to move past getting him to allow being in the same room as Tiber. At least he stopped lunging at her husband, but the growling and stalking as he moves from room to room remains. Tiber is due back any minute and Lana can already predict that they are going to have a fight.

The week had not been ideal. Honeymoon phase was over. Work was back in play. Operations had been moved to Enchantment, and it took hauls to move information from Cenril to Enchantment without Franz on their trail. Plus, there was that damned dog Lanara brought home who was not getting along with Salem. Cinder? He could care less about that thing’s feelings. The dog was unhinged, and had attacked Tiber several times. The lack of trust, and Tiber was not really to put forth any energy to bond with the doberman. If anything, Tiber had to pin the creature down before pushing the thing into a crate for it to calm down. Bite marks were healing along his arms. One of his favorite dress shirts was torn. Tiberius was tired, and Lanara and his relationship was slightly strained this week due to the madness. The man walks up to the porch steps and halts at the door. His hand presses against the wood and his forehead rests on the back of his hand for a moment to gain ground. That dog. Not to mention Tiber had been catching Lanara’s scent, but bringing it up to Greyson and Bjorn, they had no idea where Lanara was going. That was not the plan. She was lying to the Catalian. He inhales sharply before walking into the estate to see his wife in one of his shirts. “Hey, babe. How was your day…?” He starts slowly. He does not want to blatantly call his wife out on her lying, but he treads to get to the subject to see if she would confess anything. The lycan keeps his distance as the dog is already beginning to growl at the blonde man. He could not even kiss his wife without the dog going insane. Built up tension would be an understatement.

Lanara sits up and expectantly looks at the door, seconds before Tiber opens it and steps over the threshold. Asha always alerts her when Luca is nearby, and despite the tension that the Catalian and Kelvarian are feeling, it’s non-existent amongst the wolves. The doberman growls at the sight of the man and a puddle of drool drips onto the carpet. His body is rigid and his eyes remain trained on the man as though he’s daring him to take another step. Lana swats the dog on the nose, not enough to hurt him, but merely as a distraction. “Knock it off, you little demon!” The dog licks his lips and issues one final warning growl at Tiber, before he circles in place and lies down on the floor. Lana thinks of this as progress and smiles faintly, before she rises from the couch and walks over to her beloved, arms outstretched for a hug, “C’mere. I feel like we haven’t touched in days. I miss you.” She slips her arms around his middle and rests her head upon his chest, inhaling his scent and sighing in contentment, “My day was uneventful, mostly. It’s kitten season and you know how insane that gets. How was your day? Band practice?” For a moment she forgets that she snuck out earlier and spent time with Leoxander and Loravelle. She forgets the other two occasions this week when she also snuck out, both for work related things. The Amber Lunation had been busy with their band practice and she hadn’t wanted to interrupt them for a chaperone for such a short distance. Has Tiber caught onto her behavior? It dawns on Lana that he likely smells the other scents mingling with her own as she had hugged her two friends, and she pulls back, not wanting to keep things from him any longer. “Can we talk? I haven’t been completely honest with you.” The few seconds of relief she felt in his arms are replaced with fear, because surely now he -will- send her to Frostmaw. He may hate her for breaking a promise that could have ended with severe consequences if Franz had chosen to attack her during one of her outings. Lana takes Tiber by the hand and walks him over to the couch, sitting down close at his side and resting her bare legs on his lap.

Tiber makes a snarled face at the dog who growls in the blonde’s direction. Could they not just send this dog to the pound? Lanara, however, puts the doberman in its place before crossing towards the man. She snakes her arms around him and a magnetic pull has him returning to embrace. He rests his lips in her hair before… he gets a waft of familiar scent. “Uneventful, really?” He says this a little tightly, but she cannot see his expression. Why is she lying to him? He tries to contain himself. What was that familiar scent? In his mind, he is sorting through names and faces while he talks on autopilot. “Mostly work. Less play. We’re organizing the new office in Enchantment.” Wait, red flag. Leoxander pops into the names and faces list and Leo’s… mousy girl. Why was Lanara around Leo? Was Loravelle actually there or was Lanara just around the other girl’s home? Were they sneaking around? Did Loravelle know this? Lanara is covered in Leo’s scent and Loravelle’s. Why was it so heavy? The questions pile and pile. Were the three all in cahoots and having an affair together? ‘Can we talk? I haven’t been completely honest with you’. Those words make his heart thump a little unevenly, and he is blindly led to the couch. There was no processing reality right now. She puts her bare legs on his lap and he is sitting on the couch in the depth of tainted thoughts. He is going to blow a fuse. “You’re literally sneaking around not telling me where you’re -actually- going, and you’re with -him-. What the hell, Lana?” Instead of yelling, as he has learned it’s good not to scream at his wife, there is more of an ache in his tone and disbelief accusations. “Why would you lie and say you had an uneventful day when you clearly smell like Leoxander? Are you kidding? Do I look like an idiot to you? Bjorn and Greyson have been confused about the places you have been, Lana. It’s low that you would lie to me. Your -husband-. And especially lie about where you’ve been, and to find out you’re with him.” He cannot wrap his brain around Loravelle in this situation since he’s blinded by jealousy. He presses two fingers to his temple. At least he is not yelling, and he is not walking away from her. He is trying to contain his feelings.

(Post 1 of 2) The witch doesn’t pick up on his testy tone when he speaks about his day, nor does she see his quizzical expression as he mentally runs a scent scan to decipher ‘who’ she is wearing. Lanara’s plans to come clean are futile as Tiberius tosses accusations her way and she shakes her head in disbelief, “Are you serious right now?! We’ve barely seen each other since our meeting with the Pack about upping security measures. A -week- ago! And -THIS- is how you want our evening to go?” Her cheeks are turning red and she’s ashamed that she has been deceitful, but more so that her husband is making her feel so guilty for needing a little time to herself. Lana flinches when Tiber keeps mentioning Leoxander because there really isn’t anything between them, and there never has been. His jealousy is unwarranted and it stings that he doesn’t trust her, after all they’ve been through and the vows they both had taken. Normally, she’s turned on by his jealousy as she loves feeling adored and his possessive nature is a piece of what drew her to him in the first place. But, at this moment, she just feels misunderstood and wants to cry. Sensing her shift in mood, the doberman barks threateningly at the Catalian and bares his teeth, eager to send him to the nearest clinic.

(Post 2 of 2) A few moments pass as Tiber sits there rubbing his temples and Lana stares at her husband with a dumbfounded look on her fair face. A film of unshed tears coat her eyes and her voice is a few octaves higher than usual as she tries to form a reply and not give away her battered emotions, “The reason Greyson and Bjorn couldn’t find me is because I activated the amulet and was cloaked in shadows.” Tiber has the same amulet, courtesy of the group of rogues they run with on occasion. The same amulet that helped them to break into the jewelry store and snag that precious diamond! “If they couldn’t find me, knowing my scent and knowing where I frequent, then obviously I did a damn good job of traveling undetected.” She’s proud of herself for ditching the two lycans, but she knows that she broke a promise to her husband. “I shouldn’t have traveled alone and for that I am sorry. But… You’ve been non-stop hanging out with the Pack! You’re either practicing or working on moving your operation, and I cannot play an instrument nor am I skilled in construction. I didn’t think to bother you or the guys to run a few quick errands, because I’m already getting dirty looks from the females in our Pack.” Lana sadly shakes her head, “You knew before you proposed that I suffer from wanderlust. I’m not someone who can sit home alone for hours on end, twiddling her thumbs, and staring at four walls.” She lifts a hand to caress Tiber’s cheek, “The first time I snuck out was because one of the horses had given birth earlier that day, except it had been a breech birth. My intuition flared and it’s a good thing that I checked in on her, or she would have bled to death.” Lana shakily exhales, “The second time that I slipped away was, again, related to my work. I forgot that Venin left early as she wasn’t feeling well, so there wasn’t anyone to lock up the sanctuary. I had to run a perimeter check, tend to the animals in the nursery, and medicate those that had surgery that day.” Lana leans in and wills Tiber to look into her eyes, “Tonight, I was missing you and bored beyond belief, as I spent most of the day working with -him-.” She points to the snarling doberman. “I wanted to get a drink somewhere and maybe chat with some friends, and seeing that I can’t waltz into a tavern undetected… I went to the secret spot in Gualon. Yes! Leoxander was there, and so was Loravelle! I had a drink, we chatted for a bit, and I met these two wolf pups that Leo and Lora rescued. Oh! And Leo gave me a gift for all the hard work I’ve put into leading my division.” Lana sighs, “You have -nothing- to worry about with Leo or -any- man, Babe. You are the only one for me, in every capacity. I love -you- and I wouldn’t do anything to damage our relationship.” The witch reaches out to ruffle Tiber’s blond locks, if he will let her, but it doesn’t dawn on her that she left out one vital part in her confession. Why does she reek of Leoxander and Loravelle’s scent?!

Tiber jumps at the barking from the dog. An amber glare is sent towards the doberman as the man is rubbing his temples. Then, he looks back at Lanara who has the big glassy eye look. Tiber does his best to avoid that gaze, as he knows that he would be dragged into the depths of guilt, and he is too stubborn right now. The witch goes on a rant of being cooped up in the four walls. “You are Luna, you have every right to go where you please. So do the other girls.” The man still cannot look at her as she talks of marriage and wanderlust, and then she brushes against his cheek. He side-eyes her and finally looks at her saddened gaze. She admits the places she had been and he is looking up at the ceiling now in defeat at her confessions. “I’m glad you got to the sanctuary in time…” She, however, holds out details. She is grazing over her time with Loravelle and Leoxander. “Just drinks.” He shifts to get a better look at her. Scanning for any faults–toxic of him. He is ashamed of his behavior, but he cannot stop it. “I love you too which is why I’m mad at you. You can’t sneak out anymore Lana. At least be stubborn and just tell me where you’re going and leave. Don’t sneakily do it.” After all, he did not shove her up in Frostmaw. Not that it was the best place right now, as there was corruption up the mountain. Talyara’s house being affected by the madness, not that they knew that. “But… Why are you still lying to me? There was more than just that, Lana. You smell of them. More than just being in the proximity of them. You’re still hiding something, and I don’t appreciate it.” She ruffles his blonde hair and his face is flat, but he lets her anyway even if he is motionless.

Lanara sighs as Tiber tells her that she can go wherever she pleases, yet she still is getting the third degree. “What you mean to say is that I can go wherever I want as long as you are present.” Or Bjorn or Greyson, because they will report back every last detail. “You need to trust me, Tiber. It’s so rare that I go anywhere on my own as you are my life and I always want you at my side. Do you really think I would jeopardize our marriage!?” She remembers to lower her voice because getting upset is only going to make matters worse. She cannot wash the guilt from her face, but she hopes he doesn’t doubt her love or faithfulness. Tiber replies that he loves her and is mad at her and she runs a hand through her hair in exasperation because he’s making such a huge deal over something so minor. “I get that you were worried and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snuck out and it won’t happen again. I promise.” She’s sincere in her words but she’s also crushed that he doubts her so much. The next lines that exit his mouth have her eyes narrowing into a glare and her lips shaping into a scowl, “Really? Really, Tiberius?” Lana stands up from the couch and moves a few feet away to give them some space and so that he can’t read the hurt in her eyes. Thoughts swirl in her mind a mile a minute and she’s so frustrated that she can barely form a reply, let alone look at him. “I had sex with Leo -and- Lora and it was amazing!” She throws her hands up as a single tear spills onto her cheek. “Is that what you want me to say? Because that -never- happened and it never will happen with -anyone- because I love you! I burn for you and you alone, Tiber! You’re my mate, the man that saved my life, my everything, and it’s insulting that you would interrogate me like this, just because I have a scent on me.” Lana goes to sit on the other sofa and ignores the dog that continues to growl at Tiber. “I hugged Leo and Lora because that’s what you do when you find out that your friends are engaged. Leo asked Lora to marry him and they both were pretty excited. It was a quick hug with Leo, but obviously I squeezed the heck out of Lora because you know how giddy I get over those things.” She lifts a single shoulder in a shrug, “They asked me not to tell anyone, yet. I guess they want to surprise the group as a whole? So… I didn’t mention it to you, but now that I have, you have to keep it a secret.” The witch is shaking as she looks at the floor, “I think it’s sexy when you get jealous, I really do, but it really hurts me when you distrust me.”

Tiber does not really know what to say when she is exasperated about his accusations. He feels like he dug a hole, and maybe he should bury himself in it because she is not using the shortened version of his name. Lanara is using the full on ‘Tiberius’. He is in trouble, and in this moment, he realizes he is the true moron in this situation. She stands up and he visualizes the ache in her face and posture. He screwed up. Again. Amber eyes squint in cringe when sarcastically plays into sleeping with Leo and Lora, and it sounds ridiculous. Tiber stands up. “No it’s not what I want you to say. I–” he is caught in his own stupidity and the dog keeps growling at him. He is sure the doberman is about to attack him again. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m stupid. Touching another man just… Or… well, you know Leo and I don’t get along. What if he touched you without permission?” That has happened to her before by men in their past. Leo and Tiber haven’t made amends… yet. As this timeline takes before the night the guys made up. His skin flushes when she mentions that Lora and Leo are engaged. Tiber might as well walk out the room right now and go fall in a ditch somewhere. Maybe that dog should attack him again. “They’re… engaged.” He repeats, and his tone drops. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Could we not just start with that? Aren’t we supposed to share these things? Isn’t it like a common rule that if someone tells a significant other a secret, it’s automatic to tell the other person as if we are one person?” Pause. "Who do you think I would tell? What am I gonna scream about their future marriage from a rooftop? Do you really think Leo and I are that peachy?" He inhales sharply. “I don’t mean to distrust you, I just… I mean, sneaking around doesn’t help. And we haven't really had peace of mind with each other lately... I over-thought. But this is my fault. I’m sorry, Lana. For accusing you and being an idiot. A jerk. I should know better…”

Lanara hopes that Tiber knows he’s taking the guest room tonight, if this continues, because she will -not- stand for cheating accusations. She’s been left before for another woman and it broke her heart, so she would not wish that pain on another. Plus, Tiber has known her for a long time and he should know where her heart is, as he has staked a claim the day they exchanged vows. The doberman stands up when Tiber rises from the couch and he takes a menacing step towards him, that low growl accompanied by an intimidating glare. The more upset Lanara gets, the angrier the dog appears, and Tiber keeps saying all the wrong things. “I don’t make a habit out of hugging men that aren’t you! He just gave me this -awesome- weapon that looks like a fan with swan feathers. And right after that, Lora told me that they became engaged over the weekend! It was a quick congratulatory hug, nothing more.” She crosses her arms, “I wasn’t an escort that kissed your sibling when we first met, Tiberius.” She’s still ticked that he kissed Talyara. “And the only time I ever accused you of being unfaithful was when I saw it with my own eyes! I had a right to believe that you and Corrine were fooling around as I saw you both practically naked and kissing. In our bedroom!” Lana doesn’t mean to dredge up the past but it hurts her that he’s accusing her of doing something dirty with a pirate based on a scent. “I didn’t even go there hoping to see Leo or Lora. I wanted to see if I had any messages and to have a drink and maybe chat with whoever about potential jobs. I’m not ‘sneaking out’ to upset you or anything… It’s just easier for me to activate the amulet when it’s a quick errand. I don’t want to keep pestering Bjorn and Greyson and I know you all were excited to practice tonight.” Her voice softens as she turns to look at him, “I didn’t think to tell you about their engagement at first because you barely know Lora and you dislike Leo. I didn’t want to upset you, but nothing happened that you’d need to worry about. If Leo or -any- man ever touched me without consent, you would be the first person I would tell. After I finished kicking their ass, of course.” The fight is slowly leaving the witch and she wishes that this conversation didn’t have to happen. Tears prick her eyes and she stares at the floor again, “We had our honeymoon and then we came home, had the soiree, planned the heist, and then everything happened with Franz. We haven’t had any time for just ‘us’ in weeks and I miss you…” Their lives have completely changed thanks to Franz’s threat and it seems that both Lana and Tiber are feeling the added stress in their daily lives. The couple falls silent and listens to Ranger gnawing on his bone while the doberman continues to growl. The witch motions to the angry hound, “He still needs a name… Why don’t you pick a name for the dog and I will whip us up some ice cream sundaes? I think we can both use some comfort food.”

Tiber takes a small glance towards the doberman. The dog’s gotta be kidding, right? Why did they not just throw the dog in the sanctuary? They had enough animals in this damned house. He does not verbally express it, as he knows he would hurt Lanara’s feelings more, and that was not the idea. Her next blow towards him hurts. An escort that kissed her sibling? “I didn’t even know you when that even happened!” So Tiber got around, he was a changed man. Right? Did she think he was? Why is she hanging on Talyara? Ding! And the hypocrite award goes to… Tiberius Lowell! Luca howls in mock-cheer in the back of his brain, and it does not help the situation. “Yeah, but it would have cleared the air automatically instead of sneaking out of the house and smelling of Leo…? You weren’t saying a thing. What am I supposed to think?” The fight is making him tired, too, as he looks up at the ceiling. This was stupid. He was stupid, and he had not been able to touch the witch since the heist with the dog. Can a man not bed his own wife in peace?! The Catalian is on edge. “I miss you, too,” he caves in. “I’m sorry, Lanara… I should know better. Trust you. I just… haven’t…” how to put this appropriately so the dog does not start growling over Tiber’s need of intimacy. The silence fills with… the dog. Great. New name. “Gotchya.” Tiber looks a little distant from the blue doberman that invaded the home. Amber eyes shift to Lanara, “Good plan. Do you want to sit on the balcony upstairs?” A simple night with just them sounded easy… If Lanara wanders off, he would play a staring contest with the dog. “Blue doberman, more like… Blue demon…” He mutters, but something strikes the blonde haired man. The dog before him was feisty. A fighter. A blue doberman. Even if he hates the attitude of the dog, he cracks a slight smile to see some of the positivity. “You are quite the, Blue Demon, aren’t you?” Fan-boying silently, he shifts his eyes to the kitchen before looking back over the dog. What if Tiber just stuck his hand out to try? A cautious approach. Let the dog come to him over time, right? Especially if Lanara wanted to keep the thing. “Blue Demon boy. I like it. Do you like it? After all, he’s the Titan of Winter.” Tiber’s talking to the dog at this point before kneeling onto the ground to extend that hand out from a distance.

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara holds grudges. Especially grudges that involve her husband smooching her little sister. “So what? She’s still -my- sister and those are -my- lips!” She points to his mouth as she stakes her claim, ever the possessive little lycan. Jealousy is a color that Lana wears well and she hmph’s and glares at the wall as she gives Tiber the silent treatment. The fact that he claims she smells like Leo adds a few more coals to the fire but she softens when he finally gives her a heartfelt apology. She’s about to say that she misses their intimacy too, but the dobermans growl fills their shared silence instead of the couple voicing their concerns. Lana heads into the kitchen and makes two bowls brimming with vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream. Next, she drizzles some caramel sauce and chocolate syrup, followed by whipped cream. She rifles through the cabinets until she finds some crushed walnuts and she tosses some of that on top, and completes the sundae’s with a cherry on top. The witch is proud of her picture perfect ice cream sundaes and she places them on a tray with spoons and some napkins, before she proceeds into the living room to college her husband so they can head up to the balcony and have dessert.

(Post 2 of 2) Demon, as he’s recently been dubbed, cocks his head to the side and studies Tiber with those inquisitive gray eyes. He digs the name but he doesn’t quite dig the man that’s foolishly extending his bare hand in his direction. At first, the growling intensifies and those lips lift to show those glistening canines, but after a moment his hatred subsides. So far, Tiber hasn’t struck him or struck Lanara, the woman that saved him from a future that surely would have ended in euthanasia. He definitely trusts her but it will take time for him to grow to trust the man. Still. Tiber named him and he’s smiling, so perhaps he can at least stop trying to bite him at every turn. Demon takes a step forward and sniffs the offered hand, wanting very much to sink his teeth into the flesh, but he refrains from doing anything violent. Instead, he commits the scent to memory and gives Tiber’s hand a single nudge with his nose. They’ve come to an unspoken agreement. For now. The Catalian will need extreme patience for the pooch to truly befriend him, but it’s definitely a possibility. They’ve come so far in a matter of moments! Demon turns his head to look at Lana as she enters the room and his stub of a tail twitches from side to side. The witch smiles at her boys, “This is improvement! Have you chosen a name, Babe?” She leads the way up the stairs, carefully carrying the tray.

Tiber blinks at the possessiveness in Lanara’s tone about his mouth. Something stirs within him, but now she is gone and he is alone with the dog. The growling intensifies, but Tiberius does not budge. He stays still. If Lanara taught him anything with animals, it was patience, which he usually lacked, but if this situation was going to work, he was going to have to play nice. The doberman nudges it’s wet nose against the Catalian’s hand, and there is a sense of relief. The dog did not bite him? As Demon turns his head, so does Tiber as Lanara is leading the way upstairs with a bowl of ice cream with all the toppings. Tiber stands up straight before following after the Kelvarian beauty. “Demon. After the Blue Demon, himself. The Titan of Winter.” Once they are upstairs, he moves to sit in one of the lingering chairs on the balcony and snags himself a bowl. “I’m sorry, Lanara. I was wrong. I shouldn’t make assumptions. I love you, and I know you love me. I just get… so in my head, and it’s no excuse.” He scoops a spoon of ice cream covered in caramel and shoves it in his mouth. “I know you are adventurous. Daring. I met you that way, and I don’t want to hold you back, or control you. That’s not my intention. You don’t have to sneak around, seriously. Just tell someone where you’re going, at least. So I know where to find you, if that’s the case.” His tone is gentle now. The fight was out of him, nor was he annoyed. He was just trying to find a common ground.

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara stares at Tiber and the doberman as they seem to have a staring competition and come to some sort of unspoken agreement. A truce among the world of canines. Perhaps in time they will bond! The old adage is true that dogs are man's best friend, and she thinks it’s overdue for her husband. Sure, he has Salem, but life with a cat isn’t as fulfilling as life with a dog. Tiber will love coming home to licks and wags, and he can take a dog to the park to play fetch and go for long walks! The witch stands there in that oversized tee shirt that smells of her mate, a knowing grin on her face, before she turns and leads the way upstairs. Once they arrive on the balcony, Lana perches on the edge of the stone banister with her bare legs dangling, and she spoons some ice cream into her mouth. She nearly spits it out as she snorts, “You named him after Shishi?!” She’s unsure if she should be amused, appalled, or perhaps a little jealous that she didn’t think of the name first! “Demon is -perfect- and it suits him!” Lana laughs, but she grows serious when Tiber apologizes and asks her to inform him of her whereabouts in the future. “I’m sorry, too. I never mean to worry you. I just didn’t want to burden you or the guys for such a short trip to the sanctuary or to catch up with friends.” In her eyes, she was being selfless and allowing them to have their band practice, uninterrupted. “I will keep you informed next time. I promise.” Lana returns to enjoying her ice cream and the silence that follows as she cannot recall the last time they were able to just sit and enjoy each other's presence. “It’s been… Safe.” If Franz is really going to try something… What’s he waiting for? He gave them ample time to prepare for an attack, or maybe he just wants to keep them on edge.

(Post 2 of 2) Lanara lifts a hand to stop her husband from responding, “No-No. You know what? Let’s not play into our fears tonight.” She lowers the bowl and slides from the railing, butterflies stirring in her belly as her eyes connect with Tiber’s amber gaze. It’s been at least a week since they’ve been intimate and she finds herself sauntering over to him like a wolf on the prowl. There’s a seductive sway to her hips and a come hither look in her eyes, as she consumes the man with a single glance, “Put. That. Down.” Lana doesn’t care if he’s finished with his ice cream, or if he doesn’t register the wild look in her eyes. She needs him close, closer until their touching, and the closest that they can get until their bodies become one. “I have a taste for something else…” Lana slides onto Tiber’s lap and wraps her legs around his waist, while she clasps her hands behind his neck and lightly rakes her nails through his hair. She leans in until their lips are a mere centimeter from touching as Tiber’s tee-shirt hikes up a few inches on those silky, mocha legs. In a husky voice she asks, “Are you still hungry?” Lanara doesn’t bother to wait for an answer as she’s beyond the point of reason, so she presses her lush lips against his in a passionate kiss that’s brimming with lust.

Tiber raises his eyebrows at Lanara’s snort about Shishi. “Um, it’s totally the perfect name. You let -me- choose.” And then she is saying the name is perfect for the doberman. Good, they are on the same page. He shovels another spoon of ice cream in his mouth as he sits across from her on one of their balcony chairs. “You’re never a burden, babe,” he would do anything for her. He smiles slightly that she would communicate with him. Thankfully. When Lanara says that it had been safe, he casts his gaze down into the bowl of dairy. Tiberius was on edge, thanks to old business ties. Lips part as if to go against this saying of ‘safe’. Knowing their history, they were never on the safe end of things. There was always something abnormal pressing on their world. The Kelvarian stops him from saying anything, and his eyes hold her own and she begins to sway toward him in that silken, seductive way. His stomach churns, but in a lustful way. In a trance, he lowers the bowl to the floor of the balcony as he is held captivated by soft, mocha curves. He feels like breath has been taken out of him due to the intoxication–the lack of intimacy from the stress of it all. A lopsided, smooth smile touches his lips at her playing card of… desire. He presses himself forward against the kiss and holds her steady as the two fall into their selfishness, yearning for each other. Although tension was on the line.