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03-23-2016, 12:36 AM
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He watched as she moved closer, his ears flicking when her shoulder brushed against him. She went to work cleaning off the blood that he had forgotten was there, the slight pain from her tongue cleaning the wound combined with the feeling of her fur brushing his started pulling memories from the night before back to the front of his mind. He pushed them away, but not without some regret. The sex, the blood, the desires. Those were the things he was comfortable with. Not this- these feelings and wants he couldn't really name. He didn't want to see his vicious beauty cry. He wanted to give her anything that would bring that keep that grin on her muzzle.

When the last of his statement left his lips he felt her suddenly stop what she was doing and he had to flinch back a touch to keep from having her skull smack into his jaw. He watched her with mild confusion when she blinked at him before pressing her chest and neck to his. He had meant what he said, but he never realized how much that would mean to her. He had expected her to thank him for the gesture at most. He blinked with surprise and slowly he eased into her embrace, turning his head to rest it on the back of her neck in a hug of sorts. He never would have expected this when he walked into this clearing the night before. "You don't have to say anything," he replied softly. He was no hero, he didn't deserve this.

After a moment of silence he pulled back so he could see her face again. He searched her face, his brows pulling together. He was used to sweet-talking women, convincing them of anything and everything, getting them to do whatever he wanted. Keeping them to himself till he was done with them and he'd move on to the next. He protected them for his own selfish reasons. He didn't feel those things when he looked at Mercy. "What do you see in me? Why are you staying with me?" he asked her quietly, truly confused by it all. He couldn't keep the slight, rough edge of emotion out of his words. "You're not nearly as fucked up as you think you are."


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