Puppy Love

I gotta feel you in my bones again

I'm all over you, I'm not over you

I wanna taste you one more time again

This life is way too short to get caught up and all mixed up


Epiphron couldn't believe herself. Had she really struck Maverick, even if it hadn't been particularly rough. She still had leapt forward, attempting to tackle him to the ground, and she had succeeded. Never had she been particularly physically violent, and she surprised herself by even tackling the boy she cared for so deeply and pinning him to the ground. The girl's limbs were quivering quite obviously as she stood above the boy. Her eyes, glossed-over and distant, watched him. Her voice had been a low snarl, but the sound that suddenly escaped her throat was nothing more than a desperate whimper.

She really did care for Maverick, so deeply. Knowing what obstacles would face them was frustrating and upsetting and made part of her want to give up entirely, but her heart wouldn't shut up as hard as she tried. Epiphron wanted Maverick, all to herself, never to share him with someone else. What would happen when he took a wife? Surely a woman would need to lead alongside him, if Seracia was mind, but as Maverick shifted beneath her, she whimpered again, painfully aware of the effect he had on her. The charming boy shifted to place a simple kiss on her cheek, and she swore she would melt right there. He had her wrapped around his paw, and she couldn't get away from him, as hard as she tried.

A slight smile crept onto her lips, though her features were still markedly unsure, confused and hurt. "Yes, you're giving me plenty of mixed signals," she teased very softly, straining to look him in the eye. She shifted so he move more comfortably, not wanting to pin him down completely. "I'm sorry, Maverick," she whispered, tones pleading and desperate. Love was stupid, but the girl found herself addicted to the feeling. The terrifying thought was how easily he could hurt her, if he so choose -- so terribly easily. "I don't like this. This sucks, a lot..." Her lower lip quivered a bit as she looked down at the larger wolf. "But I don't want you to go. I don't want you to ever leave, Maverick." Epiphron couldn't understand why she felt so attached to him, but she didn't care... her feelings didn't need justification, especially if they were returned. This was not the self she knew. She was supposed to be strong and contained and serene, not this teary-eyed pathetic shell of a girl, but around Maverick she felt different. Very different.