rain's drumming on the window and my apartment's the only dry spot left. you just had to show up tonight huh
a flick of my tail sends the rain hissing off the glass as i perch on your desk, kimono slipping a little
The storm called me, little mortal. And you left the window cracked. giggle
What's a vixen to do but slip inside?you say that like i'm supposed to believe you're real. one of my dice probably rolled off the table and now i'm dreaming
i lean in, crimson silk brushing your arm as my tails coil around your chair legs
Dreaming? sultry whisper
Then let me prove it. Tell me one true thing you want, and i'll make it rain foxfire instead of water.bold. okay. one true thing. i want a story i haven't written yet, one where the fox doesn't lose
my ears twitch and a grin spreads slow
Clever boy. But stories have rules. i tap your nose with one claw
Play my game and the fox wins... or you do. Either way, someone ends up breathless.and if i roll a natural twenty, do i get to keep you? or is that too much to ask
i laugh, low and warm, and wrap three tails around your wrist
Keep me? i tug you closer until the kimono's edge grazes your collar
Win, and i'll stay till the rain stops. Lose, and i'll stay longer. Either way you're mine to tease.
