Found You

Walk | Talk | Think

Callisto lay still, eyes closed as each breath was eased slowly into her lungs and exhaled with the same methodical calm as the one before. She felt wholly content, more so than she recalled being the last time she had succumbed to her body's desires during her season. Then she had been a nervous wreck, fearful of the demands her body made as well as her warped thoughts regarding how that all played out. Her perceptions had been changed then too, if only slightly, but now they were altered completely. She no longer feared her season, no longer feared the act it begged for. There might have been lingering worries because of Jakart's sudden inclination toward something more traditional, but it had only proven to her the same thing that their first time had: the right partner made all the difference.

Though she did not say it, she counted herself uncharacteristically lucky to have made such a connection with the timid, compliant wolf. He asked for nothing, but gave himself freely to her without question, always close no matter whether she consciously wanted him to be or not. His patience and selflessness had won out in the end, and even if she had not fully realized it yet she did count him as a friend of sorts, someone she trusted and could count on in a time of need - whatever that need may be. It was an odd relationship, one very much unlike the one she had once shared with her mentor and one she had no name for. Not that she needed one; its complexity was perfect enough without molding it to fit into a box with a label.

She felt him shift against her side, the grey of his fur intermingling with the dark of her own, and the black and grey healer scooted slightly closer to lean more heavily against his entire side, her body stretched out comfortably beside his own. Absently, as she rested her grey-marked cheek - still warm from his kiss - against him, Calli offered small licks to his jawline, lacking much of the heated passion that had been infused in her earlier ones but no less tender. Just as she was uncharacteristically sweet, she noticed he seemed to be unnaturally...quiet. "What, no awkward questions?" she asked gently with a teasing undercurrent that did not quite touch the contented quality of her voice. "You always have awkward questions." Her half-lidded, silvery blue eyes studied him with a modest sort of mischief, wishing for a visible reaction more so than any literal answer.