Kiss From A Rose
03-26-2016, 11:19 AM
Their gaze never broke as Callisto's roving paw receded down his chest like the tide on the beach before traveling up higher, past his throat to touch close to the mending gash along his cheek. When her paw stopped her eyes shifted, the healer must have caught a glimmer of blood or reddening of the exposed flesh. Not quite the activity they both participated in that warranted the healing of knitting skin, Callisto speaking almost as if it was an afterthought. She would need to apply herbs again. Jakart continued his staring as he eyes returned to his. There wasn't a need to break the gaze, no awkwardness or shame held against one another that made him advert his gaze by a sense of wrongdoing. No, Jakart had been beyond satisfied after letting a woman assume the dominant role in the physical rendezvous. The thought was lost as Callisto imposed a surprising question, one that there was no need to my about. Jakart's grip tightened a bit and he arched his side and brought his chest closer to the she wolf. "Callisto," Jakart began, warmth in his tone with a hint of curiosity that sneaked into his voice. "We've been together for more than a year." The volume of his voice dropped into a whisper. As if there were others watching them this moment of private conversation, though they were still alone. "Can't imagine being together forever will be any different." He spoke sincerely and with assurance. If there were a hint of doubt creeping through Callisto's mind then he would need to do everything in his power to assure her that he could accommodate her needs. No need to strain their relationship for the sake of being unreasonable. |
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