To The Mountaintop
04-19-2017, 04:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-19-2017, 04:40 PM by Esmee.)
"It is okay," Esmee murmured back quietly at Wesson's apology. If they both just pretended like it never happened, then it never did. If the she wolf did acknowledge the bump fully, embarrassment might set in, and then she would be up a creek without a paddle. Er, up a mountain without a...something. And then Esmee would have no choice but to flee the scene, right when she was starting to enjoy herself too. Did he really just wink at her though? Esmee took a super secretive look over her shoulder just to make sure another female had not randomly shown up. There just had to be another girl around; no one had ever done that to her. Ever. Oh, heavens to Betsy. No, it was directed at her. She had to admit the dude had charm in his own unique way. But he would have to work a whole lot harder for Esmee to actually admit that aloud to him to his face. Or even behind his back to anyone for that matter. How many women had he charmed the pants off of before her? Esmee wanted to make sure that she was not just another number in his little black book before giving him too much credit. She would give a little, but not too much.
"Thank you, that is very nice of you to say, Wes," Esmee said, referencing his compliment. 'Darling.' She might not actually call him by his pet nickname all the time, but she was pretty sure she would always think it now. It just fit for whatever reason. He was stuck with it for as long as they were acquainted. And the chocolatey female found herself wanting to be more acquainted with the brothers, even after such a short term. They had barely gotten past the introductions after all, but that was the truth. Wes' reaction to his brother made Esmee smile wider. And Colt's response to that reaction made it all the more amusing. Obviously Wesson expected a little more alone time than that which was granted. To do what Esmee had no idea. But that would have to wait. Perhaps his patience would be rewarded, but that reward had yet to be seen. "And of course I will help you keep track of your brother," Esmee offered.
Apparently the brothers' mother really had taught them a thing or two about ladies and the manner in which they should be treated. Esmee was quite flattered by Colt's gesture, accepting it with as much grace and reserve that she could. If she smiled anymore, her cheeks might have gotten frozen like that. At least so she had been told as a pup. Esmee had to pull the rhetorical reigns a bit, because the woman did not want to come off as overzealous. She would keep some things under wraps because only floozy wolves put everything out there all at once. She clearly was no floozy. Esmee felt like these men would allow her to relax and that they could be fast friends, but she was not going to jump the gun. They made her feel like she fit in so quickly though.
"Thank you, Colt. I would like that very much," Esmee said as she tried to stand on her tip toes to press her nose to Colt's forehead. She then moved to Wesson again, attempting to do the same and put her nose to his forehead. But before doing that though, she purposefully tried to gently bump into him first, as they had done before. Simultaneously, she smiled gently at him.
"Thank you, that is very nice of you to say, Wes," Esmee said, referencing his compliment. 'Darling.' She might not actually call him by his pet nickname all the time, but she was pretty sure she would always think it now. It just fit for whatever reason. He was stuck with it for as long as they were acquainted. And the chocolatey female found herself wanting to be more acquainted with the brothers, even after such a short term. They had barely gotten past the introductions after all, but that was the truth. Wes' reaction to his brother made Esmee smile wider. And Colt's response to that reaction made it all the more amusing. Obviously Wesson expected a little more alone time than that which was granted. To do what Esmee had no idea. But that would have to wait. Perhaps his patience would be rewarded, but that reward had yet to be seen. "And of course I will help you keep track of your brother," Esmee offered.
Apparently the brothers' mother really had taught them a thing or two about ladies and the manner in which they should be treated. Esmee was quite flattered by Colt's gesture, accepting it with as much grace and reserve that she could. If she smiled anymore, her cheeks might have gotten frozen like that. At least so she had been told as a pup. Esmee had to pull the rhetorical reigns a bit, because the woman did not want to come off as overzealous. She would keep some things under wraps because only floozy wolves put everything out there all at once. She clearly was no floozy. Esmee felt like these men would allow her to relax and that they could be fast friends, but she was not going to jump the gun. They made her feel like she fit in so quickly though.
"Thank you, Colt. I would like that very much," Esmee said as she tried to stand on her tip toes to press her nose to Colt's forehead. She then moved to Wesson again, attempting to do the same and put her nose to his forehead. But before doing that though, she purposefully tried to gently bump into him first, as they had done before. Simultaneously, she smiled gently at him.