Puppy Love

Maverick gazed up at her with such intense adoration she felt like she could collapse at any moment. The girl shifted so her paws were not on top of Maverick, but rather on each side of him, and he moved so he could get a better view of her. Often this position was one of submissiveness, subordination, but Epiphron had never felt so equal to anyone in her life. She supposed this was how couples generally felt; it certainly was how her father and mother had always acted. The boy beneath her was rather defenseless right now, just as vulnerable as she was. It made her heart beat rapidly in her chest, her breathing slightly shallow as she stood above her.

"Yep, all your fault," she teased very softly, the smile that begun to grace her face strangely tender. How badly she wished she could bring Maverick home with her, introduce him to her family, let him live alongside. And she was sure he wished she could return to Seracia with him, but for now they would be separated by distance and their families and whatever else threatened to come between them.

Her eyes, once filled with tears, had brightened considerably as she gazed fondly at Maverick. She lowered herself slightly, letting her smaller frame press against his own. The feeling of his fur against her own sent a shiver up her spine, her smile widening slightly. Then she lowered her muzzle, so her mouth was positioned directly near his ear. Her tongue slid from parted jaws to caress the side of his face very gently. "Then you're never leaving." She didn't mean that in the literal sense... they both knew they had to leave. But that was what she wanted, and at the very least she meant it metaphorically -- she wanted to be his, for a long time, and was fairly certain he wanted the same exact thing.