Thread: Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

Leslie's ability to pick up on subtleties as well as her ability to hit right on a nerve had always been useful skills. She could always keep herself in a conversation and that was proving to be the case for this current spat with Jessie. She had managed to twist around the conversation just enough to have the calm and collected cop hugging and growling, which would have been adorable under any other circumstances. In the current situation it was just satisfying, to see that Jessie's calm rejection was turning in to a mess and that Leslie had the ability to get to her. Though none of that was quite as satisfying as the moment the bodyguard realized Jessie had been watching her so closely, listening to her with other women... She was interested. Jessie may not have been aware, if Leslie had to guess the strong woman was probably denying it, but she was looking and that was enough. Hehe, yeah I'm a pain in the ass... But I'm touched to know you pay so much attention, it's a lovely revelation. She grinned, tilting her head slightly as Jessie grumbled and stood up. She was curious and a bit confused about what was going on but the amount of giddiness she was currently feeling kept the stupid look on her face as she complied with Jessie's little command and followed her. Part of her wondered if Jessie was going to throw her on the bed in the back, because the way they were headed and the hypnotizing sway of Jessie's hips were giving Leslie so many signals. Then again she was reaching a bit, hoping for what she wanted to happen over what was most likely happening, even if she didn't have the faintest clue of why in the hell she was following Jessie into her spare bedroom. Aw, thought we were going to your bed. She pouted gently but watched Jessie as she went down and opened up a black trunk next to her gun locker. Her eyes widened as the contents were revealed and she couldn't help but kneel down next to Jessie and begin looking at everything contained within. Holy shit Jessie... You're so damn kinky! She sounded excited as she looked at it all, shivering with a bit of excitement at every toy she had but imagined in her life. Of course her imagination was mainly influenced by porn, but part of her had wondered what it was like to play with all the fantastical items that made up a BDSM collection. Most astonishing was the outfit though and the image of Jessie in that had Leslie chewing her lip and near salivating. As if cop with handcuffs wasn't fantasy enough... She muttered, reaching in and letting her fingers feel the leather boots. After a moment of admiration and Leslie realizing she was staring, she turned and looked at Jessie, a hint of disappointment on her face. So you're not even willing to give me a shot? She moved her hands gently towards Jessie face, moving a strand of hair from her cheek and looking in to her gorgeous eyes. When we first met I'll admit I just wanted to sleep with you, but I've been thinking more mature things recently. She paused and removed her hand, shoving it down in her pocket as she remembered Jessie's personal bubbling thing. I enjoy being around you and that's new for me with another woman. I know who you are and I like you and more surprisingly, you know who I am and seem to be able to stand being around me. You would be surprised how unusual that is. She chuckled, not really having any problems with being odd. I would like to think you would realize from knowing me I know restraint. I mean I gamble but I make sure to keep enough for living expenses and a nest egg. I drink but I can go weeks without it when I need to for my job, and have before on longer contracts. The sex thing may be harder to believe... But I'm not some rampant sex addict, I simply enjoy it. Leslie sighed, leaning against the door frame and looking in to the box again. Besides... I really like trying new things. She muttered. She then looked over to Jessie. If you still don't trust me that's fine, I won't get all dramatic and stop hanging out with you. I'm a big girl. There it was, she stopped, expecting an answer she wasn't even sure she wanted.