Thread: Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

Test run. Leslie wasn't quite sure what to make of that, she wasn't going to say no because it was essentially the very thing she had been trying to get, but at the same time she found herself curious what tests she would have to pass in order to gain Jessie's trust. It was about trust after all, that much had been abundantly clear after the little conversation after dinner. Whatever came next Leslie knew she could handle it, she was after all pretty damn awesome. She had to stifle a small chuckle at that thought, which was made so fucking easy when Jessie purred and moved closer. It was truly like seeing some beast near its prey and there was no trace of amusement on her face, she was observant. It wasn't often she had to be that way either, not off the job, because generally she relaxed and just let things happen. In that moment as Jessie revealed the part of herself Leslie was supposed to be unable to handle the hunter's senses tingled. It was playful, sensual, but there was a subtle hint of dangerous buried beneath the obvious layers. None of it was what Leslie was use to, the BDSM part wasn't even on her radar of what it was she was worrying about. Well perhaps in a secondary way with how that changed Jessie's actions to the point that she gave off this demanding aura. What was on her mind was just how she was usually the one pinning some gorgeous thing to a wall with her arms and being playful. She had seldom experienced the other side of things, probably because she liked to pounce first. It was different and thus the usual mask of humor and charm she displayed to ease tension was nowhere to be seen. I can... Behave. It was all she managed to summon forth, almost meek compared the the brashness of her personality on an average basis. What else could she say though? She had asked for the chance, she wanted the chance, and something deep inside her mind told her she didn't want to find out what Jessie's mad side looked like. Fuck, being toyed with was not as fun on the receiving end of things. Leslie loved to mess with the girls she went after, to play with them until they were soaked and needy little things. She was good at it too, having a certain knack for arousing others and pleasing them, practice and her natural affinity making her spectacular in bed. If she had to rate her skill she would put it right up with how well she could fight, shoot, and drink. Jessie may have been right there with her though, because while Leslie had only heard Jessie playing with herself, the cop had a masterful approach to the seduction side of things, and with skills like that she was either a prodigy of slipping into other women's pants, or she had learned her way around the inner workings of physical intimacy. Either way Leslie was astounded and frankly caught completely off guard. Dishes? Leslie's voice was low and distant, her eyes focusing again and everything coming back to her as Leslie moved away and she escaped the trance that was the stunning Latina. Oh yeah, I'll go and do those now, sorry. She laughed nervously as she stood up, swallowing hard as the movement made her arousal clear. Fuck, now she really felt like a sex addict, sure it had been a bit since she had gone to pick someone up, but she was reacting pretty damn strong to some light teasing. She reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering to herself to get it together before being drawn back to Jessie with the incentive being offered for her to get her ass in gear. It was a bit of proof that Jessie was serious about giving her a shot, and an opportunity she wasn't about to miss out on. After all, her hands had been seeking refuge in the curves of Jessie's body since the night they had met. So she nodded and walked out of the room, rubbing the back of her head as she did and still a bit thrown off by what had just happened. She even paused at one point half way down the hallway and pondered it for a second for huffing and continuing her trek to the table to collect the dirty dishes. With a bit of effort it was done, and Leslie put them all away and dried her hands before moving over and plopping down on the couch. Her Jessie, what movie are we watching? she asked, so dazed by the monotony of washing dishes and her constant reminiscing of the lovely side of Jessie she had seen minutes before making her unaware where her neighbor was even at.