Joker.{Can't}.Stay.{Out}*.Of... (Wolfie!!)

[.Rabid Lycan.]

A halt jerked across his entire frame, every ounce of his being clinging to her words. She paused in her taunting words, anticipation subconsciously building in his limbs, until she finally uttered the magic words. There are no rules. The mere bubble of speech sent Icarus into a body-trembling bout of sincere laughter.
“My, a wily thing! I dare say, you’ve got the heart of a gypsy.”[/font] The gypsy himself made no attempt to swallow his chuckles, and followed at a slightly quickened pace. And whose moves are first, then? No rules is almost too much freedom… wouldn’t want anything to backfire, would we?
“One more question, though: who is the cat, and who is the mouse?”[/font]

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

She tossed him another smirk, and said "I do suppose that since you are the one following me, I am the mouse. That is, unless, of course, you would like to be the mouse."[/i] She smirked, and turned on her heels walking forward. She didn't stop until she came up to being a few yards away from him. Her eyes were bright, audits perked forward. Before he came close enough to touch her she backed away. Always staying just out of reach. Just out of touching range. Right now, she was at a disadvantage because she was facing him. He could easily back her into a corner, or against a wall. But then again, that was the fun of it, was it not?

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Quite suddenly, she swiveled about to meet him. Not that he had a problem with that, of course. Thus far, in fact, she had been anything but a problem. An enabler, maybe, but never a problem. His hidden smirk abruptly transmitted into a not-so-hidden smirk. Laughter balanced on the tip of his tongue, and emerged as a fluid sound not unlike a purr. Is this the cat of which she speaks?
“Oh, hmm… not sure I really roll that way, thank you. Might be an interesting reversal, though. Seeing as we’re playing with no rules, maybe we could switch up the roles if we feel the winds a-changin’.”[/font] He lowered his torso toward the ground, assuming a playful position with his russet pelt grazing the earth. She danced away, like a fleeting nymph. As he perked himself up, he advanced toward her, taking advantage of their proximity.
“In any case, which kind of cat would you prefer? Lynx?”[/font] A devilish glint shimmered over his eyes. “Panther, maybe?”[/font]

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

She arched an eyebrow, taking her eyes off him for but a moment to check over her shoulder, and make sure she wasn't going to be backed into any walls, or trees without her knowing. "Oh, I don't know. A lynx doesn't sound like the right cat for me, neither does a panther."[/i] She trailed off, gaze pinning on him once more. Her paws hit the sod softly, and she was able to manuever her way through the undergrowth that seemed to form a bridge quite easily. Well, too bad she didn't have eyes in the back of her head, because her rump hit a tree, and she found herself at a halt. With a innocent smile, she said "Maybe one that doesn't play fair? Maybe you can think of one of those, Hmm?"[/i] It didn't seem to bug her now that she was at a disadvantage, and he had the advantage. She wasn't a sore loser, after all. Joker was a wolf of her word. In some sense or another.

--Lol...I love this. It sould go down in history!

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(( o yea ))

It was almost dreamlike, each step drawing him nearer and nearer the ivory minx that skipped between the pines. The woods thickened. His chest tightened. With a soft sigh, he wound his way in pursuit of the femme, and, at long last, she was cornered. His typical, broad grin seemed thinner. More sinister, in a sense. And he enjoyed every moment of it.
“Oh, yeah? Well, you happen to be in luck.”[/font] He slowed his gait, shoulder blades sliding easily in his relaxed stride. “And it looks like this cat just caught his meal, wouldn’t you say? I wonder what kind of mouse this is… the dangerous kind?”[/font] He closed the gap between them, their proximity warming the thin sliver of air between them. “Well, you know what they say about curiosity…”[/font]

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

She arched an eyebrow as she watched him stalk forward toward her. It all was happening so slow. Her getting cornered, him closing in on her. He was close enough for her to almost hear his heart beating, it would seem so. With a chuckle, she finished off his sentence. "I do believe the phrase goes "Curiousity killed the cat." I always wondered what exactly killed the cat...whether it be some mouse, or something of the sort..."[/i] A wicked glint was seen for a few mere moments in her eyes, before all that remained was the smug smirk on her face. Her audits twitched, and she had to ask:
"And what exactly happens to the mouse?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Feisty little devil, isn’t she? More than a tease—an invitation. From the attention she absorbed to the further attention he craved, the metaphorical chatter nourished a darker nature in his being. All the same, for the time, it did not seem unwelcome. So long as she doesn’t bite my head off, eh?
“Oh, my dear, don’t you know? The cat catches the mouse,”[/font] he took a quick step forward, his chest and shoulder brushing against her flank, “and they play.”[/font]

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

The slight contact of his frame against her own was enough to cause shivers to run down her spine. Play? Hmm...That did sound quite nice at the moment. A chuckle was heard after a quick, sharp intake of breath. Her eyes were closed for a moment, and she opened her maw to speak. "Play? I do recall the cat killing the mouse..."[/i] She mused slightly, stepping forward to rub her maw against the nape of his neck for a moment, before withdrawing once more.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

And I do recall the mouse not killing the cat, but that won’t stop your inner demons, will it? All the same, I rather like this topsy turvey order of nature… A smirk passed his maw. All the thrill of the hunt and the love of the women… these cats got it made.
“Good point, but you’d do well to remember—I’m a cat that doesn’t play by the rules.”[/font] He winked at his companion, the heat of her muzzle beneath his chin only riling him up further. As she pulled away, he pulled closer, his muzzle brushing against her ears. “And as for what ‘exactly’ kills this cat, well… I’d suggest we find out.”[/font]

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

As he pushed forward she pushed herself as far back against the wall that kept her in her place. Her rear was pushed against it, and she smirked softly, listening to his lyrics carefully. "Those are tempting thoughts, Icarus, but, tell me, would you? What would I gain from it? She mused, clearly just kidding in the fact that she wanted him to tell her. He didn't have to; she'd much rather him show her what she would gain from it. A coy smirk crossed her maw, curving her maw upwards for a split second before falling once again.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

What would you gain? Oh, m’dear, I could write symphonies dedicated to these imaginations. There’d be an opera of lusty screams blending into every chorus—every lyric specifically invoking all that I can foresee with my inner eye. Why, you’d gain… gain…
He exhaled somewhat raggedly, and pulled tight against her form, eyes betraying mischievous intentions.
“Why spoil the fun? Let me show you.”[/font]

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

She arched an eyebrow, grinning slightly as his words entered her audits. Oh, how tempting it was to just tell him to get on with it, but then what fun would that be? She allowed a smile to curve along her maw, and her eyes sparkled with something mysterious and unknown. With a soft gasp as his words, she grinned, and said "Then why don't you show me already?"[/i]
It was a daring move, yet she made it all the same, that same sly look seen on her complexion for a fraction of a moment.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Words could not describe the broadness of his grin, serrated pearl edges reflecting the dark intentions now boiling to a surface. And, much like the beast within Joker, it broke free of its silent restraints.
“Oo, would this be a formal invitation?”[/font] His voice lowered to a deep growl. “Or maybe… informal…”[/font]
He shoved himself against her, and...

(( if Joker's going through with this, feel free to cut the scene xD ))

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

((Hehe. Of course she is!))

His words had only just entered her audits when she realized what was happening. Yet, she wasn't going to stop him. How could she when she realized this was what she wanted, deep down inside. So, she didn't move away...

*TIME SKIP*

She didn't even remember falling asleep. She woke up slowly, her eyes opening slowly; almost dream-like. She was curled up in a small ball, her tail curled around her form.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

It was a cliché sort of fuzziness, but he had no intention of letting the sensation escape his grasp. A pleasant blanket lay across his shoulders, invisible but soft after their divine time for play. Slowly, he drifted out of his drowsiness, a lazy eye landing and his lovely queen of the evening. She was beside him, warm and calm, seeming to be only just rousing from her sleep. Damn, girl.
He had fallen asleep with a casual smile curving his maw, and awoke with the same pattern on his face. The sky was darkening now, the sun sleepily setting somewhere behind the mountaintops, but he didn’t feel like moving. It was comfortable here, with her nearby, and he could stay there for days yet.
This valley’s been pretty fun after all—can see why ol’ Pops stuck around here. Wonder what attracted this fine lady here, anyway… ah, well. Fate happens, and it happens in great ways.
A yawn split his jaws, but he didn’t dare move further, nor speak. Just fondly eye the beauty beside him.