I'm still yearning for your touch

His snarl and biting words came as no surprise. Her emotionless expression didn't waiver, she simply continued to gaze up at him. She paused for a moment before pushing herself into a sitting position. He was still taller than her, but she didn't have to crane her neck as much to look at him. She ignored his question, knowing it was only asked out of white hot rage "I'm not as fucking stupid as you think." The tones of her words barely changed, sharpening only ever so slightly, something most would overlook, but Demyan wouldn't. "You think I can't smell it on you? That packs scent?" Gems raked over him, not missing a single inch of him before stopping at his hind legs. His right leg. His toes curled to hold his weight on that side. Something only a healer would notice, but when you spent your entire life with someone, you start to notice the small things. Gaze shot back to his. A snarl remained stationary on his face, lips curled back over his fangs, though he remained silent.

"Well?" Lyrics had returned to their normal purr, loosing their bite. He was close enough that she could lean into him, pressing her shoulder into him, giving him the briefest of nuzzles to his neck before moving back to her original sitting position. She would wait. Eventually he would tell her. He couldn't walk around like nothing was the wrong every time he was around her, especially if something vital was wounded. Surprisingly enough he seemed to be void of any other kind of injury. How he managed that she couldn't guess. Falling silent, her intent gaze settled on his still raging eyes. Now was not the time to push him. She at least needed to calm him down first. If only it was that easy. The few times he was this angry, she found herself walking a thin line of being attentive without crossing any lines. It always a dangerous dance with him. One that she loved and could dance to all night.

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