crushing

The smaller healer couldn’t figure out what she wanted, or thought. The kiss had been… well, it had been something else. She could still feel the lingering heat of him on her lips, and the heat remained in her cheeks. She had liked it, she would be a liar if she said anything different. But did that mean it was love? Could a wolf fall in love in such a short time?

All she knew about Pyrrhic was that he was religious, came from an empire, had lost a mentor in the eruption, and that he was hurting inside. She knew he could be gentle, despite his titanic size. She remembered the feel of his large paw, folded over hers. His lips, pressed against hers, unyielding, but not painful.

“N-no” she admitted, much more comfortable talking about healing, or his problems then she was this. “Hard at work healing?” she asked, a hunt of a smile on her lips, though her eyes were still heavy. She had raised them again however, when she spoke. Meeting the brilliant blue of his gaze. She thought of falling into his arms, of pressing up close to his warm fur on a cold night. She ached for that feeling, but was Pyrrhic the right man? She just didn’t know. “I… I will admit the potential is there, the feeling, but I just… I don’t know you Pyr. Tell me who you are, give me more to have feelings for then just a name, and a handsome face.”