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[ Maybe it's payback for blowing down some houses in his time, you know. Not that Aranea ever heard about that story. It's lost on Eos, so he's safe from the merciless teasing that would ensue if she ever found out he was more wolf than man.

Aranea's shrugging off her scarf and jacket, eyeing the place with interest. ]

I'm a big girl, I don't fear walking back to my place. I'm just tired.

[ She's been running herself ragged. She had to fucking uproot herself again, get some new contacts and earn her keep in a second city. Yippee. There's a gentleness in her steps, turning back to him with a teasing glare. ]

If you're concerned I'm trying to hog it, don't be. I'm sure we could both fit if you're insistent on being rude to a guest. Tsk tsk.

[ if karma exists for a Fable, he would probably be dead by now. or maybe the fact that he isn’t and is forced to deal with situations like this is reason enough for why he shouldn’t have been ruining lives in the good ole days. it’s a tough one to think about, so he doesn’t. he instead grumbles about spending his private moments with an attractive woman that he has seen attractive. #priorities and all of that. ]

Yeah, and my name is Bigby. Your point? I know you can handle yourself. You’re just taking advantage of my... [ he has to clear his throat in preparation of how much bullshit is about to spew from it. ] ... kindness.

[ he knows she is a busy woman, though. that mercenary group of hers has been working overtime since the bombs going off, so much so that he was somehow enlisted to help in the process. she probably deserves some rest. not like he would admit that he thinks that or anything. baka. ]

Oh, trying to share the bed with me, huh? That’s an interesting way around it. How do I know you don’t snore or take the pillows?

[ not that he cares about either, but he doesn’t give a shit. he’s working on undoing the buttons to his shirt, revealing his bare torso to Aranea plain as day. they’re soaked with sweat and he needs a shower. he figures if she can strut her stuff like it’s nothing, so can he. ]

... Make yourself comfortable, I guess. Not a lot of food here, but there should be something.

Kindness. Right.

[ She's teasing, inspecting the place further. Obviously, wasn't lived in much. Be it the old tenant or Bigby, there's just nothing here that piques her interest. But, she finds the bedroom with a few minutes. ]

No, no. Got me all wrong, tough guy. I was laying dibs on the bed. For such a kind guy, you'd think you would learn guest etiquette too. [ But, she narrows her eyes as he begins to undo his shirt. Her eyes linger, a soft chuckle under her breath before facing the bed again. ] That's a nice...view, you know.

[ His shirt or the bed? By the time he looks up, its definitely on the bed. ]

A sight for sore eyes.

Kindness. Don't you fucking forget it. Can learn a thing or two from me.

[ now he's just being ridiculous. Bigby's minding his own business, though, letting Aranea inspect accordingly — whether or not that might be his home or his body. he avoids looking at her as he casts the shirt off of his shoulders, revealing his torso and abs in their entirety. it's not as if he'll drop trou or anything, so he figures it's innocent enough.

besides, he's already admitted he won't give her his bed. it isn't like he has manners or anything. ]

I'm not above wrestling you out of my goddamn bed. Might seem a bit inappropriate in my current state, but I don't give a shit.

[ speaking of, though, she talks of nice views and he looks up towards her with perked eyebrows. he doesn't have the fortune of catching her taking a glance or anything, but Bigby isn't an idiot. ] Who the fuck calls the view of a bed nice? Don't screw around with me. [ god. women are so frustrating. why must they be so damned attractive. ]

I need to take a bath in a minute. So help me, if I find you sprawled out all over both sides...

I'm plenty kind for the right reasons. Being too kind welcomes people to walk all over you. Not letting that happen anytime soon.

[ In she goes, kicking her boots off and finally flopping back onto the bed, whether it comfortable or not. She allows the minimal comfort to embrace her, a satisfied sigh leaving her lips. They did more running around than she thought — Rosalind will owe 'em for that.

She rolls over onto her side, arms propping her head up. ]

After everything we went through today? Any soft surface looks nice. Don't get a big ego over it.

[ He can probably smell the lie on her, sense how her eyes avoid eye contact. Talented in mercenary work, yes, but lying? Not so much. Either way, she does just lay her head back. ]

What, you'll kick me out?

So kind that you're giving the cure out for free, right? Real charitable.

[ Bigby doesn't even think he negotiated money with Rosalind when she approached him. probably because she is more problematic than Aranea is, honestly. he could probably work on caring about getting paid a little bit, considering the current drab condition of his residence. he has a bed and a lounge chair and that would be enough for him. little does she know that he sleeps in the chair more often than not, but he's too stubborn to give her the mattress by now. ]

Remember the whole smell thing? It calls bullshit all the same. [ eye roll. he takes a moment to walk over to her, forcing the woman to look at the nips and abs whether she likes it or not. oops. ] I don't give a damn if you look at me, you know. Can't help but admit I did the same.

[ he's going to extend his leg out towards hers to give it a light shove. that's him being friendly. more like a kid in a playground, but whatever. ]

I'll sleep on top of you is more like it. You'll miss being able to breathe.

Hey. It's a tough world out there, Bigby. Making sure I have food in my stomach and a roof over my head doesn't happen because I'm charitable.

[ She sits up a bit on her elbows, looking up to him with a judgmental look. He may not have the best place, but neither does she. No one does — they're all back to fucking square one. ]

Oh, this is good. You're going to try and call bullshit on a gal who's just trying to rest after a long, demanding day of work? Honest living if I've ever seen one. [ That's not what he wa calling bullshit for. He nudges her and she points with her toe towards the presumed bathroom. ] Most guys would sound more grateful at the shot of pinning me down in a bed, but. Don't you have a shower waiting for you? Likely a cold one, tough guy.

And yet... you happen to be under mine anyway. Funny how that works.

[ and eating his food too!!! non-existent food, anyway. Bigby doesn't have it all. it's probably because he doesn't accept a lot of jobs for money. perhaps he could learn a thing or two from Aranea. perhaps she can learn a thing or two from him. perhaps they can learn...

... together. ;) ]

No. You know what the fuck I was calling you out for. Don't play cute.

[ and there she goes, continuing to play cute. Bigby groans. how infuriating! he is downright glaring at the woman lying smug in his bed as his hands nonchalantly reach down to unbutton his pants. his v-bone becomes exposed, but before he ups and flashes the woman, he is turning around and walking off to the bathroom, flipping her off all the while. ]

Mhm. Try not to leave any damn stains in my sheets if you're going to be like that.

I mean, I could go if you want to keep dancing this annoying tango.

[ Venture out into the dark unknown. She's quick to throw her power out there — that despite how they ruffle each other's feathers, she's too tired to let it drag on.

It's okay, she isn't subtle with where her eyes go. Dragging south, there's a soft chuckle under her breath. She doesn't move, still propped up eyeing him with intent. He flips her off and she definitely smooshes her lips together to give him a teasing kiss through the air. ]

I'll try not to. No promises.

[ Once he's out of view, she seriously does lay back and begin to drift off. Oops. She wasn't lying about that. ]

Shut up. You're not going anywhere and you know it.

[ that almost sounds... territorial in the way he shoots a glance over his shoulder and towards her. dominant, even. but that could just be Bigby being Bigby. who knows! either way, she's continuing her act of being a smartass and the sound of her blowing him a kiss aggravates him even further. what's most aggravating is that he probably finds her insufferable teasing attractive. it makes him want to push back further. harder.

a cold shower sounds about right.

and that's exactly what happens. don't worry, he doesn't jerk off or anything. close to half an hour passes before the sound of running water is cut off abruptly, followed by the dragging of shower curtains. or whatever they would be using in Wyver, anyway. by the time he is stepping back out into the room that should be holding Aranea's slumbering frame, he is draped in nothing but a towel hanging low to his waist. apparently he's just going to present it all to her like it was no big deal. enjoy more exposed v-bone and wet, glistening muscles.

now what in the hell could Ms. Highwind be doing right now is the question. ]

[ Aranea bides her time well. Sure, she closes her eyes and just relaxes for a handful of minutes. The bed isn't the worst thing she's slept on. But, the sound of running water isn't too relaxing for her. She's rolling over, hands draped over the side of the mattress with a bored expression. She notes the lack of... well, anything. There's no sign of a empty cups, dirty clothes or even things to keep him entertained.

Jeez, does he just live in the woods?

It's not until she sees a bit of wood sticking from underneath the frame, her eyebrow perking a bit as she reaches down.

This is around the time of Bigby returning to her. She's laying flat on her stomach, only her lower half lifted up slightly as she pulls out — uhhhhhh... a giant... paddle..?

Sorry, she's not appreciating the eye candy right now when she's mouthing: ]

Holy shit. You're kidding me.

[ it isn't like Bigby thought he had much to hide. he's only just moved into this new place, and even the original was bare bones. old habits refuse to go away, and he has never quite found a liking for using a house for anything other than a bed or chair to sleep in when his body refused to do anything worthwhile. boring? yes. but considering his origins, it was better than finding a nice cave or terrorize someone's campsite.

regardless, he figured Aranea would be passed out after all of her bitching and moaning about being tired. there was already a plan of kicking her out of the bed and everything! lo and behold, it's Bigby that is getting the eye candy now, scoping the booty out while she's off being a nosy little shit. which, of course, warrants for him to growl out loud: ]

You nosy little shit.

[ stomping his way over to her and nearly losing his towel in the first place, he's snatching that paddle out from her grasp and looking down to her with about as much irritation as anyone can guess. ]

Of all fucking people to see this shit, I didn't need it to be you. God dammit. This is all a dream. You can go back to sleep.

[ Maybe if he knew how to hide his shit better... For what it was worth, once she's sitting up with the paddle in hand, it's easy to grab from her. Open handed, Aranea's just sitting there with the smuggest grin on her face. ]

Or what? You gonna use it on me, tough guy?

[ She's not subtle in her words, kicking her shoes off finally and casually... just laying back. ]

If that's the truth, it's a certain type of dream.

[ LIKE A WET ONE. ]

[ it's not like he expected anyone to suddenly crash at his place. he thought he had seen the last of that with Angel back in Olympia. besides, the paddle was hardly incriminating. —to him, anyway. to anyone else, they would no doubt assume Bigby was just some kinky bastard. ]

You'd fucking like that, wouldn't you.

[ the stressed wood is heard creaking as he tightens his grip on the handle, slapping the flat end into his open hand. with the fact that he is dripping wet and half naked, this is probably indecent looking. Bigby doesn't care. he rolls his eyes when she mentions him using it, pointing it at her in a threatening manner. ]

What, going to ask me to bend you over my knee next? Didn't take you for the type.

[ maybe he should consider explaining where this paddle even came from. he'll get around to it eventually. ]

You're obviously better at smelling than seeing if you think I'm that kind of girl.

[ Please, like she'd give into the daddy kink. Aranea sit up onto her elbows, looking to him with a challenged expression. ]

It's not my fault you left your toy half under the bed. Next time, clean up when you have guests over. It's not a pigsty, but not too organized.

[ Aranea's not sure if she'll stay here now, what with her optimally showboating and getting his goat, she feels the tension. There's no concern for it, but it's certainly something to take into consideration — give him his space before he does decide to get ballsy and use it on her.

For now, she doesn't move. ]

Careful you don't drop your towel.

Oh, everyone enjoys a good disciplining every now and then. You aren't above it.

[ there's a loud smack as he hits the paddle into his free hand a second time. is Bigby joking? probably. but it's only fair that he fucks with her some after she went and pulled this nosy shit. trying to explain why he owns something like this to a teasing woman like Aranea is nigh impossible, so he combats what is practically inevitable with a smartassed attitude.

she responds in turn by lecturing him. he responds by swinging the paddle right into the bed. nowhere near her, of course, but she can hear the muffled blow clear as day. Bigby's got one hell of a swing. ]

And if I did drop my towel? You going to fucking complain?

[ it's not like it has been hard to see where her eyes had been traveling. the "toy" is brought back closer to his face, running his fingers along the letters before letting out a sigh. his lips eventually curve up into a smirk. clearly he's thinking back on how he even obtained such a thing. ]

Before you even ask... I stole it from a guy. —Well. Maybe stole isn't the word I want to use. I took it from this guy that owned a club.

[ reluctantly, he turns the handle back towards Aranea so she can hold onto it if she chooses. ]

Trust me when I say he didn't need it.

I don't bend over someone's knee like a fucking kid.

[ She clarifies. Whether she expands on that or not is cut short with the damn smack of his paddle. He's trying to intimidate her, work her up with an imposing presence. Aranea wants to chalk it up to all bark and no bite, but the second she underestimates someone... well, she's stabbed through the gut.

The worst he can do is smack her with his wood, so she doesn't fear him. Just — keeps her eyes locked onto him. ]

If you drop your towel, I expect for you to turn around, bend down and pick it up. Preferably slowly.

[ He can see her tongue press to the inside of her cheek as she chuckles, eyeing him like a perv would a lady — it's only fair. But, he seems to at least humor her on the origin of such a thing. She sits up a bit, barely grasping at the handle to test the weight. ]

I won't make you blush by asking what type of club, but I'm assuming there's a reason you thought it was better with you than him.

No, guess not. You probably get everyone else to do all of the bending.

[ that's a thought, but it still makes Bigby laugh under his breath. Aranea spanking him? there's crazier things that could happen in reality, like humans turning into wolves or something.

as if in good timing, though, she fetishizes him and it's. weird. to say the least. he doesn't know how to respond to her being so vivid in what she would like to see, warranting a quirked eyebrow and a few noises of confusion to crawl out of his throat. she has effectively drained him of a proper response. ]

Y... eah. Okay.

[ good job? that's not exactly something he gets a lot of. most of the women in his life made an effort to keep him at arm's length. the others were far too shy to even consider talking to him. it made moments beyond this very... difficult... for the fable. but yeah, she can grasp the handle and test the weight, alright. who knows when she will be. ahem. slapped with it. ]

It was a strip club, but thanks. Guy with my job description had to stir some trouble in order to solve problems, as... counter-productive as that sounds. Don't know why the fuck I arrived here with the damn thing, but it definitely did the job in trash the guy's place.

You'd fucking like that, wouldn't you.

[ Deadpan, she returns his words back to him with a sly grin plastered on her features. Aranea is kind enough to give him some flirtations and slick words in an attempt to get the stick out of his ass.

She sees a grumpy man, not a wolf. ]

So it's for business and pleasure. Got it. Well, if you ever get in a pinch, it's solid enough to act as a proper weapon. Not a lance or sword even, but it'll do.

Wow. Real original.

[ seriously? going to use the same words as him? Aranea's making a point of riling him up at this point. why she wants to get a naked man that is barely covered up angry is beyond him. he growls once more, reaching down to instinctively tighten the cloth around his waist tighter. he's all insecure about exposing himself now that she made the comment of him bending over for her. ]

I don't think so. You've seen it yourself, but I'm more of a... hands-on kind of guy. That was used more to rub salt in his wounds.

[ both hands are brought up to the air to emphasize his statement. there's no claws on the ends of his fingers, but she should get the gist.

—annnnd that's his towel loosening up and falling down to his ankles. he did not tighten it up nearly as much as he thought he did! oops. enjoy the impromptu flashing, Aranea. ]

[ She was about to comment, a sly string of words that leave her lips are halted immediately. He wants to emphasize things and boy, does he. The sudden flash he gives makes her sit up straighter, a burst of a giggle escaping her lips when he shows off the goods. Don't worry, she's teasing him by covering her eyes, only to peek through. ]

Oh, I've seen it myself now. Put your damn clothes on when you're in front of a lady. [ She's.... no lady...... ] But. ...Not bad.

[ yeah. well. Bigby notices he's naked when a cold draft crawls up between his legs, not to mention the fact that Aranea reacts about as energetically as anyone would expect when seeing the Big Bad Wolf's dick like it was no big deal. it's too late to reverse the mistake that is made, so he simply stands there, hands on his hips and narrowed eyes glancing towards her as she pokes and prods him further. ]

Get a good goddamn look while you can, 'cause who the fuck knows when you'll see it again.

[ he's practically snarling, not even budging to obscure himself in the slightest. ]

You want me to cover up so bad, you can reach down and get my towel.

[ Just as long as he gives her permission to look - he really doesn't do well with fate working against him, huh? A stick in the mud but one that is interesting enough - that he keeps her attention. It's playful but in an aggravating kind of way - a vice. Aranea isn't keen on letting a guy get the better of her so she doesn't. They're on equal playing fields with one part sass and one part self preservation.

But, as he refuses to budge, she smirks. Instead, she's grabbing the nearest blanket on the bed. She won't eye his manhood - he wants that attention she thinks. Of course, he's just some... stranger to her - so who would she be to just get up close and personal to return his towel?

For now, she leans back, snug and smug all at once. ]

Nah. If I wanted you to cover up I would have acted like a blushing schoolgirl at the sight of well... that. But - like I said, not bad. Now, Wolf, are you taking the floor or the bed? Either way, I need some shut eye and you may need a colder shower.

[ Heh, she's rolling over onto her side, burying her face into the pillow with no apologies. Girl has to get comfortable!!! ]

[ as if Aranea is any less frustrating to deal with. their personalities may differ — her being more flirty, Bigby being more grumpy — but both levels of sarcasm are right up there with one another. maybe they should find that endearing in seeing it with someone else, but it probably just makes them all the more annoyed. why must all attractive women be like this with him in particular?

maybe part of him expected her to accept his offer and actually get the towel. maybe an even tinier sliver was looking forward to her within a closer proximity. of fucking course she does the exact opposite of his request, though, acting as if Bigby in the nude wasn't a big deal at all. what an asshole. ]

Fine. Used to sleeping nude, anyway.

[ he isn't lying, to be honest, even if that's more of a joke about how many times he's woken up after a transformation to shredded clothes. now he has dug himself in too deep and has accepted this task, kicking the towel away and stepping closer to the end of the bed. ]

Cold shower implies that I'm actually giving you something worth looking at. Goin' to need to work harder for that.

[ yes, that's him sitting down at the edge of the bed. at least you get to see the booty now, Aranea??? ]

Move over. I told you I'm not sleeping on the floor.

[ She was more than willing to tease him - keep the track record going for the guy. It would be too easy to bend down at the base of the bed, grow eye level with his exposed manhood. Far too easy for "things to happen" - like tension always allows. Aranea scopes the booty only briefly before hugging at the pillow more securely, her form twisted on the side and pretty much hugging the edge. ]

Yeah yeah. I'll be on a better flirtation game when it's not fuck-all at night. Quite frankly? I'm throwing away some good material. [ Shes teasing!!! ] Don't even act like in hogging the bed - there's more than enough room for someone with your - ahem, stature.

[ She shoots him a tired nod. ]

Just try not to wake me up. I'm not waking up for anything.

Your loss.

[ is he being serious in his coy invitation? —no, in all honesty, probably not. but Bigby can't say he isn't surprised that she wasn't enticed enough to pursue anything. she has made her interest known in the simple fact that she wasn't disgusted or repulsed by a naked man towering over her, and he is now pretty damn close to her on top of all of that. the fact that it makes him even think to consider putting down the first move is what has his jaw tight. just when he thought he was thinking with the right head, she's got him using the other one. fuck. ]

Alright. Don't go getting pissed at me if you feel something poking you in the morning.

[ Bigby finally covers himself up so that he wasn't so damn exposed. with what, exactly? the same bedsheets that Aranea was using to cover her frame. at least he will be providing her a good source of heat... among other things. ]

[ Somethings never change. After who knows how long as being human — he's still able to give into some idle, primal thoughts. :) ]

Lucky for you I'm not the little spoon, tough guy. Stay on your side of the bed.

[ Oops. Her words carry off as she cuddles into her side of the bed, not caring that she's fully clothed — it's a nap and when she gets home, she has work to do. Qrow won't miss her so she has little obligation to do anything but idly let her eyes dart back look to him every so often before falling into a slumber.

If there's anything to say, speak now or forever hold ur peace!! ]

Don't worry. Kind of figured you were the big spoon type anyway.

[ the visual of Aranea snugged up behind his buff, muscular body is an entertaining one... until he thinks about what that hand of hers can do to him from behind. god dammit. Bigby visibly twitches as he has to force the lewd imagery out of his mind, licking his lips in frustration. she shouldn't have any idea of what he was just thinking of, right? good thing he's covered up now at the very least. you know. just in case.

Bigby's about to leave it at that, sliding further into the bed until his head hits the pillow and lying on his back. he's uncomfortable with being naked now that he's thought about her giving him a goddamn reach-around, but he imagines he only has to wait a little while before she passes out. just before she probably does, he is suddenly rolling over to his side and facing her. he is glaring. how surprising. ]

Hey. Wake the fuck up. You're not sleeping until I'm able to.

[ if there's anything he should be proud of, it's that he was able to not pop a boner until now. hopefully she's too tired to notice that there's probably a tent popping up between his legs now. ]

[ Here the heaviness of sleep was beginning to weigh down in her eyes. Unlike Bigby, she was fine just toeing a line. He's done enough to at least be considered an ally — he earned it after putting up with some of the bullshit she's thrown his way. She's ready to completely clock out when she hears a gruff voice.

There's a slight jolt as her eyes flutter open and he's fucking staring at her. Aranea scowls, rolling over and facing away from him. ]

Then go the fuck to sleep.

I can't.

[ he's biting on his lip enough to cause some minor discomfort when she rolls over. what a bitch!!! Bigby realizes he probably had about eighteen opportunities to act on the way she was eyeing at him like he was nothing but a piece of meat, and maybe that makes him all the more a fool, but. well. present him is in a tight spot, and he isn't capable of ignoring the attractive woman mere inches from him as well as he had hoped.

she'll probably feel the bed shift as he gets closer. he isn't so ballsy as to press into her (if he did, she would really feel something poking her), but his head is hanging over her shoulder and his lips were right over her lips. ]

Do you need some help?

[ his voice is still gruff, if not lowered to a whisper. he at least doesn't scream in her ear. she can probably feel his breath on her as he suddenly reaches for her hip to give it a squeeze. the intent was to shake her violently like an asshole, but when he finds her curves, he can't help but let his hand settle there instead, fingers barely teasing themselves to slide underneath her shirt. ]

I can wake you the fuck up myself.

[ But, wolves like meat right? Juicy, thick and succulent meat. She's not on display in clothing fit for a strip club — she's fairly conservative despite the plunging cleavage. Aranea is truthfully getting burnt for the fire she sent his way, with sleep calling her instead he finds it in his best interest to choose his words vaguely — open for interpretation. ]

Help with what?

[ Her eyes glance back, head tilting in just the right way but when he touches her — she shoots her hand down to grasp onto his wrist. Nails claw at his skin teeth gritting as she visibly shifts just a slight bit. ]

I'm not for pillow talk and if you're trying for — [ Something. ] — that... you're cockblocking yourself.

Help you wake up. You miss a lot of shit when you sleep, you know.

[ like the fact that he has a boner? hello? missing out on some prime fanservice here, missy. when she tosses her head over her shoulder lazily to look at him and grips his wrist, he makes a point of digging his nails into her side harder, to match the intensity of her grip if anything. ]

Pillow talk assumes we've just fucked, anyway. [ at least he has finally put that out there. they've danced around and been vague long enough. ] Humor me. Let's assume you're not dead ass tired and in a bed with me.

[ Bigby has somehow found himself closer to her. there's no denying the very big (emphasis on words okay) possibility of her feeling him pushing up into the dip of her back now. but it's just a possibility! who knows! ]

Would this situation pan out differently?

Maybe I want to see what's in dreamland, asshole. Ugh... c'mon.

[ She's tired and genuinely missing it, okay!!! Had she the true inkling to get involved with him sexually, she would have picked that towel up, wouldn't she? For now, she's wincing at his grasp and he's fishing for something heated. She may feel him, but there's definitely... a groan on her end. ]

It might have. If you'd think we'd fuck by now? Yeah. Probably. I said not bad, after all. Buttt... pretty sure you already had that answer swimming in your head by this point. You just wanted to hear it.

[ Honestly, if he keeps going, she's going to fall asleep on him, js.]

[ look. she might not be able to understand it right now, but there's something funny about the fact that Bigby is the one spitting out some game while Aranea is off being a grumpy gills. it's like they've completely swapped personalities or something. truth be told, even the former sheriff wasn't piecing the irony together, officially thinking with one head over the other at this point in time.

the only thing that he knows is that he was an idiot for trying to put any type of moves on her when she has officially tipped over the line into sleepyland. ]

We go to sleep and wake up in the morning, there's a good chance I'm no longer going to be interested. Just saying.

[ okay, obviously he would remain interested. but Bigby is in the habit of masking his attraction to others in an attempt to not let the wolf overtake the human, so once he is done blueballing himself, he will resume that habit and pretend he doesn't want to stick his dick inside of Aranea. ]

[ Maybe he was would be shocked to see she can be just as abrasive as he. Maybe not in a way that's standoffish, but Aranea is known for speaking her truths rather bluntly. He tries to give her an ultimatum and she rolls her eyes. That isn't going over well. ]

Then don't be. Just because you feel —

[ She hisses at his grasp, her body pushing a little away from him. Sorry dude, the boner isn't pressed to her anymore. :// ]

Can you learn how to touch a lady?! Your fuckin' bear grasp — gah. Watch the hip.

[ to earn Bigby's thirst while simultaneously spurring his advances takes a lot of skill. or a lot of fatigue, in this case. it frustrates him to no end that he is even humoring himself in this regard, let alone the fact that Aranea isn't!!! waking the fuck up!!! who the hell gets a dick rubbed up on you and doesn't snap awake? she's acting like they are just some old married couple.

but whoops, that's the wrong au. ]

Anything to keep your eyes open for more than two seconds. [ she makes mention of her bad hip and he winces. it isn't like he is a playboy or gentleman, so it is very well possible that he was being overly rough. Bigby groans and pulls away for a few seconds... only to grab the side of dat booty and flip her over until she is flat on her back. ] Still a wound there? Let me get a look.

[ without even asking, he's pulling the shirt up her torso, exposing her midriff to expose the scar. of course he's taking more time in noticing her trim figure and the swell of her breasts, — don't worry, he kept her covered — but he will finally allow his eyes to settle on the scar. his fingers are much more gentle this time around when it comes to running along the bit of tissue surrounding it. ]

Healed pretty nicely. Thanks for making me think I reopened your stitches or some shit.

[ Before she can really scold him for it, he's flipping her onto her back. A grunt escapes her lungs and she looks up to the ceiling defeated. Aranea's done her best to keep it healed — not have too man run-ins, even a giant plant didn't give her too much of an issue. Yet, Bigby knew it was there weeks ago when it was still all but fresh. ]

The scar isn't going to go away, but it's tender. I've been a good girl, trust me.

[ The last thing she wants is to open it up. She sucks her stomach in when he hikes her shirt up, her stomach bare and a small assortment of scars faded over time are visible. It's the one on her hip that still had a bit of color to it. ]

I got my stitches out a few weeks ago, but thanks for the concern. It's still there — doesn't mean it fixed everything.

[ he's initially focused on the healed wound, but when she breathes in and shows her stomach off, he gets... distracted. each one of her older scars is noted. she'll have to deal with his fingers running along her navel area, inspecting them more closely. ]

Scars look good on you, at least. I don't have any. [ a blunt admission, but a true one non-the-less. god knows he should have dozens upon dozens, but his powers stop such a thing from occurring. when he gets a shotgun wound through the chest, it heals up like it was never even there in the first place. ] Are any of these other ones still tender?

[ he doesn't really... know what is making him consider doing as much as he has, being touchy feely and want not, but maybe it's a sign of him growing comfortable with Aranea. the man has spent quite a bit of time with her as of late. maybe that's why he is prone to fall for the mood that only he believes exists at this point in time, leaning down so that his breath is hot against her skin. what's more surprising? his lips kissing against the scar as if wondering how different it would feel for her compared to a kiss. ahem. elsewhere. ]

No. They're old.

[ His compliment was weird, she had to admit. They were similar enough to where they didn't pat asses or compliment unless needed. Bigby's words make her feel... conflicted, but she's half asleep and doesn't push onto that. The assortment of faded marks come from weapons, beasts, and daemons themselves — but they're stories she doesn't want to tell so easily.

He doesn't care for them, though.

There's a flutter of her eyes as she feels stubble first and the softness of his lips second. It's weird, her back squirming into the bed and a hand shooting up to comb through his shaggy strands of hair. Clutching roughly, she pulls him away, glaring down with a heavy sigh. As if she's trying to contain herself. ]

You're insufferable, you know. Like, really fucking insufferable. You choose now to play nice... fucking asshole.

[ And she pushes him off. Sorry. ]

[ Bigby's just. being weird in general. it's pretty much obvious in the fact that he is being the closest thing to intimate during now of all times. with scars, non-the-less? what the hell is this guy. this is why he can never get a girlfriend. that and the whole, "you ate hundreds upon hundreds of innocent people" thing, maybe. he doesn't even know how to make sense of himself right now, so he doesn't bother trying.

apparently he will keep trying to get into Aranea's pants until she kicks him in the fact. he's reinvigorated when her fingers find her way through his hair to grip it. sure, she could be just grabbing onto him out of surprise, but he can't deny that the nails against his scalp feels good. he practically purrs against her kiss, barely grazing his teeth against the spot above her navel before she pulls him back. said purr quickly turns into a growl. ]

Me? Insufferable? Are you fucking serious? Your middle goddamn name is insufferable. I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine, asshole.

[ he's pushed off and he is left cursing to himself. fine. he knows when there's a point to stop pursuing something, and he concedes to her bullshit by climbing back in the bed and throwing the cover over both of them once more. ]

Don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to sleep with a fucking hard-on.

[ he's the poutiest of babies now. leave him alone. ]

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