make me feel brand new
07-23-2020, 05:26 PM
His deep chuckle made her heart flutter as he realized just as late as she did that they’d nearly forgotten. Her lashes fluttered as she watched him stand up, his own garnet gaze lingering on her and causing ablush to rush over her features. She couldn’t forget the fluttery feelings that flashed through her last night, she mentally thanked him again for cutting her off of the alcohol. Poem inadvertently let out a soft whine as his tongue touched on her lips, it was more pleased sounding than she expected. ”Thank you,” she told him through a shy voice.
She watched him for a moment as he turned away from her, blue and lavender eyes lingering on his backside. Poem knew she was being inpolite so she stood up and made her way to his side as he searched the ground for her. At first shehesitated but after they’d been so close the night before she felt herself craving that closed distance. She brushed up beside him as his powerful limbs worked at the earth.
She couldn’t deny th color, it seemed like the same shade as her own fur. He was right though, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to recognize its true color until they returned to the light of day. Either way she was sure it would be made useful. Maybe he’d ask her to help him rinse off the rest of the sticking clay from him dark fur… She mentally shook the images from her mind, he was a gentleman and she was getting away with herself. Maybe that kiss hadnt happened…
She’d brought a skin with her, just in case she and her companions found something like this. As Sparhawk collected his things Poem packed up the clay he’d dug up for her. She wrapped it carefully and tried not to get too overzealous wit the thoughts of what she would make from teh clay he’d gotten for her… And tried not to think too heavily on the other man that had helped her with a similar haul.
Poem turned back to Sparhawk with a shy grin, ”Ready?” Her ivory tail wagged lightly at her hips and she again suppressed how excited the butterflies in her belly her getting.
She watched him for a moment as he turned away from her, blue and lavender eyes lingering on his backside. Poem knew she was being inpolite so she stood up and made her way to his side as he searched the ground for her. At first shehesitated but after they’d been so close the night before she felt herself craving that closed distance. She brushed up beside him as his powerful limbs worked at the earth.
She couldn’t deny th color, it seemed like the same shade as her own fur. He was right though, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to recognize its true color until they returned to the light of day. Either way she was sure it would be made useful. Maybe he’d ask her to help him rinse off the rest of the sticking clay from him dark fur… She mentally shook the images from her mind, he was a gentleman and she was getting away with herself. Maybe that kiss hadnt happened…
She’d brought a skin with her, just in case she and her companions found something like this. As Sparhawk collected his things Poem packed up the clay he’d dug up for her. She wrapped it carefully and tried not to get too overzealous wit the thoughts of what she would make from teh clay he’d gotten for her… And tried not to think too heavily on the other man that had helped her with a similar haul.
Poem turned back to Sparhawk with a shy grin, ”Ready?” Her ivory tail wagged lightly at her hips and she again suppressed how excited the butterflies in her belly her getting.