The Hatter and The Hare?! (Mature)

She gasped, her head rolling back as her whole body tensed, "Oh, yes... I want you! Give it to me!"

He grins, flipping them over and pinning her beneath him. "I want you to beg, Beyril. Say please, proper manners..."

Beyril's legs locked around his waist, and he tossed her head back to groan, "O-Oh, please... Please, give it to me. Mmm, oh, please..." she cried her hands shaking.

He smiles, back arching as he releases. He pants, brasing himself above her with both hands. He smiles lazily down at her. "W-What did you think?"

She cried out as they released, exhaling with a smile on her face, "It was wonderful." She sighed, closing her eyes.

Sylas rolls them onto her side, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face. He kisses her. "Should I feel honored? The honorable Beyril gave her teacher her first time?"

Beyril smiled, enjoying the way it felt for him to play with her hair, "You should. She was very reserved with this body. No one had ever so much as kissed these lips until you."

He kisses her again. "Mm, we'd best hope nothing comes of this then. That would be unfortunate...for both of them. Of course, that's assuming they ever get these bodies back..."

Beyril chuckled, "She's not even in this body anymore. If someone could even figure out where she is, she wouldn't be able to get back in on her own."

He kisses her softly again. "You just left her in the guitar, right? Where's the guitar?"

She pointed next to the door, "I took it off when we came in." She smiled, nuzzling up next to him, enjoying the warmth.

He smiles, nuzzling her. "You've got two options. Option one, we can continue, and you can live up to that promise to tear my apart. Option two, we can sleep, and continue tomorrow..."

She smiled, "That was a lot more exhausting that I thought it would be." She confessed, chuckling to herself.

Sylas nods, kissing her. "His body has...practice, and yet I still feel worn out..."

She smiled teasingly, "Is that a good sign?"

He smirks, kissing her nose. "Maybe...So, option one or option two?"

Beyril smiled, "I'll have to go with option two for now."

He smiles, nuzzling her. "Sweet dreams, love..."

She nuzzled next to him as well, yawning lightly, "And to you, too, baby."

He wraps an arm over her, drifting to sleep.

Beyril drifted soundly asleep as well.

She awoken next morning by the clearing of a throat. Sylas sits in a chair at the foot of the bed, with Mad Sylas at the side.

Beyril's eyes fluttered open. This can't be good...

Her guitar sits beside the bed, and he rubs his eyes. "There is one good thing about what happened last night. My other half, so determined to revel in my despair, made me watch and hear everything." Mad Sylas looks at her guiltily, mouthing Sorry.

Beyril sat up, not bothering to cover her naked body at all, "Then you know your friend isn't in here anymore. And you know there's no getting her back. And don't worry, Sylas. I'd have done the same. She still knows what happened, even if she isn't in this body. And if you do manage to get her back in here, she'll remember every gory detail." she smirked, her eyes almost glowing their bright green.