Tempt Me Serpent

. . .

The ink colored cat slipped from his perch with a barely contained power that rivaled her own. - As did his elegance when he strode towards her. It was like a vision - all licked with silver that was painted on by the glowing moon. She had no mirror- she was unaware of how the same spotlight made her glow like a heaven-sent spirit, all she knew was how it rippled over the male's muscles. Once more she was finding how shy she could be around cats. Now that his attention was on her, she felt herself flooding with heat. Crystalline lashes fluttered over eyes that couldn't help but glance down for a moment until she gathered the strength to crane upwards and look at the beast towering over her.

But as Silverback looked into those ice blue eyes, the male spoke.

"Oh no," she murmured, genuinely hurt. Her own eyes widened - her shyness forgotten in the sore moment of bitter disappointment. "Don't tell me that the cat I manage find, speaks only in another tongue..." She raised herself ever so slightly - somewhere between a real sit and a true laying crouch. She gazed at him in total interest, trying to read those eyes for what the words could mean. His voice was so warm and rumbling and attractive... in all honesty a part of her didn't think it mattered. But another part of her knew it did. She wanted to know who this male was. To have a glimspe at the soul that might be like her own. To see what moved this work of art.