Forever and Always
Spoem
01-14-2021, 08:12 AM
With the pair curled together on the fur, going through the motions of eating but not caring about their meal in the slightest, Sparhawk took in the reality of their situation. She was his. Poem was finally his. And he had given himself to her completely. She knew of his past and she had accepted him nonetheless. Poem saw that he was different now. She saw so much about him and he saw all of her. Gods above... he loved this woman.
Poems whispered words nearly made the redwood man choke on his bite of apple. Ruby eyes went wide momentarily as he stared at his wife. He'd never heard her speak so brazenly and he wondered if she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Poem had admitted that she was untouched during their night in the cave and he hadn't forgotten it. He would be gentle with her, but he wouldn't hold himself back. He needed her and he needed her to know love so that they could do it all the time. Well... maybe not all the time, but a lot.
She hadn't brought dessert... Turning his head, Sparhawk pulled the woman into an apple tinted kiss. "Po-em... you are sweet enough. No need for dessert." He was done with food. With one paw, he pushed the basket away and tossed the apple core out into the lake. An apple would give him sufficient energy for his plans.
Rising up, Sparhawk stood over his wife, a set of legs on either side of her body. Gently he began to groom her pulling his teeth through her greyish blue pelt. He sought to put her at ease and show in every touch just how much he cared. Every drag of teeth, every swipe of tongue, was given with absolute love and devotion.
In the end he took his wife there upon the bison fur. He was oh so gentle, his ears on high alert for every hitch of breath and soft shuddering gasp. He listened for the telltale signs of what she liked and didn't. An attentive lover. An attentive husband. Hers.
-FADE!-
Poems whispered words nearly made the redwood man choke on his bite of apple. Ruby eyes went wide momentarily as he stared at his wife. He'd never heard her speak so brazenly and he wondered if she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Poem had admitted that she was untouched during their night in the cave and he hadn't forgotten it. He would be gentle with her, but he wouldn't hold himself back. He needed her and he needed her to know love so that they could do it all the time. Well... maybe not all the time, but a lot.
She hadn't brought dessert... Turning his head, Sparhawk pulled the woman into an apple tinted kiss. "Po-em... you are sweet enough. No need for dessert." He was done with food. With one paw, he pushed the basket away and tossed the apple core out into the lake. An apple would give him sufficient energy for his plans.
Rising up, Sparhawk stood over his wife, a set of legs on either side of her body. Gently he began to groom her pulling his teeth through her greyish blue pelt. He sought to put her at ease and show in every touch just how much he cared. Every drag of teeth, every swipe of tongue, was given with absolute love and devotion.
In the end he took his wife there upon the bison fur. He was oh so gentle, his ears on high alert for every hitch of breath and soft shuddering gasp. He listened for the telltale signs of what she liked and didn't. An attentive lover. An attentive husband. Hers.
-FADE!-
Sparhawk has a very heavy Russian accent. Forgive his bad grammar.
Sparhawk <3 Poem