[Well, this tiny human certainly doesn't make it easy for him to resist temptation.]
M-My place?
[Barry isn't up on his human slang. Not by a long shot. He knows some, of course, through exposure and osmosis, but for the most part, the way humans speak just makes him feel like an alien. The culture shock can be quite immense sometimes. But he does know what "going to your place" implies. "My place, or yours?" It isn't hard to infer what she's talking about.
Given the look on her face, the way her fingers curl into his fur, the way she calls him handsome... Barry would have to be a complete idiot to not get where she's going with this.]
If... th-that's somethin' y'want.
[He can't help but pin her with a look then, leaning closer, wanting to make absolutely sure she hears every word of what he's about to say.] Are y'sure you'd want that? 'Cause I'm not sure y'know what yer gettin' into...
[The look he pins her beneath leaves Lup just burning, her strong pulse thudding in her ears. Her whole entire body is suddenly so acutely aware of how close Barry is to her, of how he bends in towards her smaller body, almost near enough that she can feel the heat rising off of him, the soft tickle of his breath against her skin.
Lup isn't entirely certain how to interpret his reaction, if it's worry about herself or about him or some weird monster/human bias, so the woman reacts in the way she knows best. She meets his gaze head on, throwing back her thin shoulders and raising her strong chin. He may be significantly taller than her, but Lup and her twin have always simply had a way of making themselves look bigger, more important than they actually were.]
Trust me, big guy. I know what I'm in for an' I sure as heck wouldn't offer if I wasn't absolutely certain. [She meets his eyes with that same look, casual and determined, just a slightest touch of defiance brewing beneath the surface. Lup was clearly a woman who pushed back when told to be careful. It just made her want to fall straight on into bigger danger.]
I know what I'm about and I can handle myself. The real q here is if you can handle me.
[Lup's reaction to his question is certainly unexpected... but not unwelcome.
He hadn't anticipated that touch of defiance, the way she's meeting his gaze like she's ready to fight, vying for power, her shoulders tight and her jaw strong. An interesting feeling rushes through Barry then. A mix of wanting to give in to someone clearly dominant, something almost like the alpha pheromones of a foozle matriarch filling the air between them - and wanting to be the one dominating. Wanting to show this little human how big he really is. How serious he is.
It's impossible not to smile. A little restrained by their environment, but big enough that his huge teeth are plainly visible. The heat coming off her body in waves feels good. Barry wants to feel much, much more of that.]
I think I'm more than capable of handlin' you...
[He slips his hand out from underneath hers, reaching up to stroke along the slender line of her arm. His hand absolutely dwarfs her.] Y'ever do this kinda thing before? With somebody like me, I mean.
[Between that toothy smile and the impossibly huge hand stroking up her arm, there's just no missing the way Barry leaves the human woman trembling just slightly beneath his touch, her eyes widening at the promise buried beneath his words. He may not raise to her bait like some men would, bristling and ready to try to prove her wrong, but the way he's looking at her is more than enough.
Lup's hand continues to comb through his fur, sliding up to his big wrist that absolutely manages to make her own hand look so tiny in comparison, perfectly manicured nails scratching lightly against his skin. Her free hand curls around her glass, the woman tipping her head back just enough to show the beautiful lines of her neck before she's slamming back a too generous drink from it. If he's really going to agree to the two of them slipping off into the night together, Lup can at least finish off the scotch he's so kindly paid for. Wouldn't want to waste a good drink.]
What, you mean with like a total nerd? Cuz yeah, not sure if you noticed, but I'm kinda into the nerdy science boy thing. It's hot.
[This young woman is just full of surprises. Barry blinks at her, like he's unsure he'd just heard her right.]
What? N-No, I meant...
[He meant with an Other. He meant if she'd ever spent the night with someone decidedly non-human, someone twice her size, someone with anatomy as probably unfamiliar to her as he would have. But Lup just skirts around his implied question with ease, confidently pounding down her drink and flirting as easily as breathing. Even as her little body trembles from his touch.
Barry chuckles, quiet, deep in his chest.] Sure. Nerdy science boys. That what I'm gonna do, whisper li'l nothin's about dark matter in yer ear all night.
[Of course she knows what he meant. Of course Lup is all too aware of the differences between them, both physical and otherwise, the differences in culture and social status and just about everything else that continues to separate Others from humans. But hopefully her casual answer conveys just how Lup feels about it.
She doesn't care in the slightest.
Barry chuckles, the sound a deep rumble through his chest, shaking through him just enough that she can feel the vibrations coming right off of him, and Lup grins, toothy and wide and so very predatory, even if her teeth aren't anything like his.]
Sounds like a date to me. Nothing turns me on like hypothetical particles.
[She takes another drink, watching him over the rim of her glass, before Lup's fingers tap idly against Barry's wrist. When she drops her glass back to the table top, it's empty.] Soooo, we cuttin' out of here or do you really wanna school me on physics all night?
[This is... so weird. Very nice, of course, Barry wouldn't be here or even entertain the thought of taking her home if he wasn't having a nice time, but it's still weird. Listening to her speak about what turns her on, so casually and probably jokingly, while Barry sits there and tries to act as casual and cool as she is right now, is all very weird.
He's not used to this. Flirting, being forward, nothing of the sort. Thankfully, Lup doesn't seem to mind if he's a little clumsy about it. She still wants him to take her home.]
Geeze, y'polished that off fast... [He considers her glass with a little chuckle, feeling his cheeks flush under all that fur. The little human is determined. Barry doesn't know how to parse that feeling in his chest. Excitement? Power? Pride?
In any case, he tips his head back and slams down the rest of his drink as well, his massive frame shuddering a little as the alcohol washes over him, making his fur stand on end.] W-Well, who says we can't do both?
[With a shaky grin, he rises to stand from their booth and playfully (he hopes it's playful, at least) extending his arm for her to take.] Let's uh, how d'ya say it... ditch this joint.
[The clumsiness is cute, alright. But even more than that, it's those brief shifts into forwardness framed with that adorable clumsiness that really gets her going. It's thrilling to see the man go from flustered, thick fur standing on end and skin no doubt going pink beneath it, in one breath and then trying to match her flirting the next. It's playful and fun, teasing each other like this, trying to see just how far she can push him.
So far the results are sure ending up in her favor.
Barry slams back the rest of his drink and rises, and even if she doesn't need his help standing up, she accepts his arm anyway, rising up at his side. Standing together side-by-side like this, their difference in height feels immense. Having to tip her chin up so far to catch his eye makes anticipation coil tightly in her belly.]
Now that sounds like my kind of lesson plan.
[Even when she's back on her feet, Lup's hands find Barry's fur, an elbow tucked around his arm, her free hand teasing through the fur of his forearm. The look she shoots him, hungry and intense with not a single touch of hesitation behind it, says everything.]
[Now, see, the plan is to take her home. Just like she asked. The plan is to walk together the short distance to his block, invite her inside, and avoid his roommates for long enough to take her to his dorm room. There, he'd put on some music, mix them another drink, work up the nerve to kiss her, and the rest would just happen on its own. The rest is just biology, just instincts. The rest, he can do in his sleep.
But standing next to him like that, her arm around his and her fingers in his fur, a good couple of heads shorter than him, that feeling in his gut flares up again. That intense, near-overwhelming feeling, like heat bubbling in his core, it dominates his senses as Lup shoots him a look he has no trouble reading. A soft sound starts rumbling in his chest without him noticing, low and very quiet, almost like a growl. The vibrations of it are surely noticeable to the little human pressed against his side.
Barry wonders if he'll be able to make it the whole walk back to his dorm.]
Y-Yes. Of course. [Even as he's starting to have trouble thinking, Barry leads her through the bar and out the front door. Maybe the fresh air will calm his senses, cleanse his head of those muddled, instinctive desires.]
[Now that? That right there? That is so new to Lup.
As close as she is to him, there's just no hiding the sudden sound that builds up in Barry's chest, that soft rumble that she can feel through her own body from the way her fingertips are pressing against his arm. It's low and quiet but somehow still so intensely powerful. And even more than that, pressed up against him, the sound feels dangerous, like a tiger's intense purr right before it leaps on it's prey.
It leaves Lup shivering there beside Barry, her whole skinny frame trembling at his side, but of course instead of frightening her away, it just draws the woman in that much more. She needs to hear more of that noise, to press her whole body up against his while he growls like that.
Barry manages to get her outside, hoping the cool air will help him keep his head while they get back to his place, but Lup has other plans. The door shuts behind them and she's already tugging at his big arm, pulling him into the back alley, mouth curling into a dangerous grin. The look she aims up at him is just as hot and hungry as before, but now there's no hiding her amusement either.]
[Perhaps the haze of desire clouding his thoughts is what makes it so easy for Lup to tug him with her, his massive weight coupled with her determined strength enough to make him stumble a little as he follows her. She pulls him into the alley, of all things, away from the road and the sidewalk, into the darkness of two buildings nestled against each other, leaving just enough room for dumpsters and crates to sit comfortably between them.
Barry's size makes the alley feel a little snug. Almost a little intimate. Like a dark cave in the woods.]
Wh-What? [The sound stops when he speaks, but picks back up again as he starts breathing, his diaphragm rumbling on every inhale and exhale. Oh. Yes, that must sound like purring to her. With the way his pupils dilate so his eyes turn very dark, and the way his whole body is radiating heat, he must appear like a big, cuddly animal ready to curl up and rest.
In reality, he's feeling a lot more predatory than that.]
No, that's-- that's not it. I... [They're decidedly not in private, but now that they're more alone, Barry lets his body take over a little, crowding the little human up against the cold brick wall. His breathing is heavy.] I don't th-think I can make it back home like this.
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yEAH STOP THAT WE SAID CEASE
M-My place?
[Barry isn't up on his human slang. Not by a long shot. He knows some, of course, through exposure and osmosis, but for the most part, the way humans speak just makes him feel like an alien. The culture shock can be quite immense sometimes. But he does know what "going to your place" implies. "My place, or yours?" It isn't hard to infer what she's talking about.
Given the look on her face, the way her fingers curl into his fur, the way she calls him handsome... Barry would have to be a complete idiot to not get where she's going with this.]
If... th-that's somethin' y'want.
[He can't help but pin her with a look then, leaning closer, wanting to make absolutely sure she hears every word of what he's about to say.] Are y'sure you'd want that? 'Cause I'm not sure y'know what yer gettin' into...
UR INNOCENT EYES ARE BANNED
Lup isn't entirely certain how to interpret his reaction, if it's worry about herself or about him or some weird monster/human bias, so the woman reacts in the way she knows best. She meets his gaze head on, throwing back her thin shoulders and raising her strong chin. He may be significantly taller than her, but Lup and her twin have always simply had a way of making themselves look bigger, more important than they actually were.]
Trust me, big guy. I know what I'm in for an' I sure as heck wouldn't offer if I wasn't absolutely certain. [She meets his eyes with that same look, casual and determined, just a slightest touch of defiance brewing beneath the surface. Lup was clearly a woman who pushed back when told to be careful. It just made her want to fall straight on into bigger danger.]
I know what I'm about and I can handle myself. The real q here is if you can handle me.
I L L E G A L
He hadn't anticipated that touch of defiance, the way she's meeting his gaze like she's ready to fight, vying for power, her shoulders tight and her jaw strong. An interesting feeling rushes through Barry then. A mix of wanting to give in to someone clearly dominant, something almost like the alpha pheromones of a foozle matriarch filling the air between them - and wanting to be the one dominating. Wanting to show this little human how big he really is. How serious he is.
It's impossible not to smile. A little restrained by their environment, but big enough that his huge teeth are plainly visible. The heat coming off her body in waves feels good. Barry wants to feel much, much more of that.]
I think I'm more than capable of handlin' you...
[He slips his hand out from underneath hers, reaching up to stroke along the slender line of her arm. His hand absolutely dwarfs her.] Y'ever do this kinda thing before? With somebody like me, I mean.
i cant believe alex went to jail
Lup's hand continues to comb through his fur, sliding up to his big wrist that absolutely manages to make her own hand look so tiny in comparison, perfectly manicured nails scratching lightly against his skin. Her free hand curls around her glass, the woman tipping her head back just enough to show the beautiful lines of her neck before she's slamming back a too generous drink from it. If he's really going to agree to the two of them slipping off into the night together, Lup can at least finish off the scotch he's so kindly paid for. Wouldn't want to waste a good drink.]
What, you mean with like a total nerd? Cuz yeah, not sure if you noticed, but I'm kinda into the nerdy science boy thing. It's hot.
if only she'd listened!! she was so young!!!
What? N-No, I meant...
[He meant with an Other. He meant if she'd ever spent the night with someone decidedly non-human, someone twice her size, someone with anatomy as probably unfamiliar to her as he would have. But Lup just skirts around his implied question with ease, confidently pounding down her drink and flirting as easily as breathing. Even as her little body trembles from his touch.
Barry chuckles, quiet, deep in his chest.] Sure. Nerdy science boys. That what I'm gonna do, whisper li'l nothin's about dark matter in yer ear all night.
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She doesn't care in the slightest.
Barry chuckles, the sound a deep rumble through his chest, shaking through him just enough that she can feel the vibrations coming right off of him, and Lup grins, toothy and wide and so very predatory, even if her teeth aren't anything like his.]
Sounds like a date to me. Nothing turns me on like hypothetical particles.
[She takes another drink, watching him over the rim of her glass, before Lup's fingers tap idly against Barry's wrist. When she drops her glass back to the table top, it's empty.] Soooo, we cuttin' out of here or do you really wanna school me on physics all night?
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He's not used to this. Flirting, being forward, nothing of the sort. Thankfully, Lup doesn't seem to mind if he's a little clumsy about it. She still wants him to take her home.]
Geeze, y'polished that off fast... [He considers her glass with a little chuckle, feeling his cheeks flush under all that fur. The little human is determined. Barry doesn't know how to parse that feeling in his chest. Excitement? Power? Pride?
In any case, he tips his head back and slams down the rest of his drink as well, his massive frame shuddering a little as the alcohol washes over him, making his fur stand on end.] W-Well, who says we can't do both?
[With a shaky grin, he rises to stand from their booth and playfully (he hopes it's playful, at least) extending his arm for her to take.] Let's uh, how d'ya say it... ditch this joint.
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So far the results are sure ending up in her favor.
Barry slams back the rest of his drink and rises, and even if she doesn't need his help standing up, she accepts his arm anyway, rising up at his side. Standing together side-by-side like this, their difference in height feels immense. Having to tip her chin up so far to catch his eye makes anticipation coil tightly in her belly.]
Now that sounds like my kind of lesson plan.
[Even when she's back on her feet, Lup's hands find Barry's fur, an elbow tucked around his arm, her free hand teasing through the fur of his forearm. The look she shoots him, hungry and intense with not a single touch of hesitation behind it, says everything.]
Take me home, big guy.
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But standing next to him like that, her arm around his and her fingers in his fur, a good couple of heads shorter than him, that feeling in his gut flares up again. That intense, near-overwhelming feeling, like heat bubbling in his core, it dominates his senses as Lup shoots him a look he has no trouble reading. A soft sound starts rumbling in his chest without him noticing, low and very quiet, almost like a growl. The vibrations of it are surely noticeable to the little human pressed against his side.
Barry wonders if he'll be able to make it the whole walk back to his dorm.]
Y-Yes. Of course. [Even as he's starting to have trouble thinking, Barry leads her through the bar and out the front door. Maybe the fresh air will calm his senses, cleanse his head of those muddled, instinctive desires.]
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As close as she is to him, there's just no hiding the sudden sound that builds up in Barry's chest, that soft rumble that she can feel through her own body from the way her fingertips are pressing against his arm. It's low and quiet but somehow still so intensely powerful. And even more than that, pressed up against him, the sound feels dangerous, like a tiger's intense purr right before it leaps on it's prey.
It leaves Lup shivering there beside Barry, her whole skinny frame trembling at his side, but of course instead of frightening her away, it just draws the woman in that much more. She needs to hear more of that noise, to press her whole body up against his while he growls like that.
Barry manages to get her outside, hoping the cool air will help him keep his head while they get back to his place, but Lup has other plans. The door shuts behind them and she's already tugging at his big arm, pulling him into the back alley, mouth curling into a dangerous grin. The look she aims up at him is just as hot and hungry as before, but now there's no hiding her amusement either.]
Are you purring?
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Barry's size makes the alley feel a little snug. Almost a little intimate. Like a dark cave in the woods.]
Wh-What? [The sound stops when he speaks, but picks back up again as he starts breathing, his diaphragm rumbling on every inhale and exhale. Oh. Yes, that must sound like purring to her. With the way his pupils dilate so his eyes turn very dark, and the way his whole body is radiating heat, he must appear like a big, cuddly animal ready to curl up and rest.
In reality, he's feeling a lot more predatory than that.]
No, that's-- that's not it. I... [They're decidedly not in private, but now that they're more alone, Barry lets his body take over a little, crowding the little human up against the cold brick wall. His breathing is heavy.] I don't th-think I can make it back home like this.