The Hope That I Have Left
Ulric
03-18-2021, 03:11 AM
When Ulric’s voice would come to her ears, she wouldn’t be surprised. His presence was surprisingly welcome given her avoidance the last few days. Maybe a little too welcome. She had been sitting at her window overlooking the beach when he stepped in, she took a moment to think of her words, clearly unsure of what to say while called out. Her gaze only peeked at him a second before searching the ground. When she looked back up at him, it was like she couldn’t stop. A drink of desire filed her, and she had an aurora about her prominent to what she desired. At least close to the same feeling of their first night together. To her she wouldn’t doubt that Ulric would reject, but it wasn’t ideal behavior for why he came to visit her or what she had been doing to him recently. She walked up to him in the door way, her eyes in a sort of tired stance though they swirled with an attempted seduction, "Nothing is wrong, Ulric." it was a lie, given the fact that she had went from ignore to sex in the matter of seconds. But what was ailing her was thrown out the window in the moment clearly. Maybe she was uncomfortable with sharing a room beside his kids? No, she couldn’t even lie to herself. She went to push her lips onto his muzzle gently, and want to pull him into her room. But would he be naive or desperate enough to give in? Ulric seemed stronger than that to her. |
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