Feel the Thunder

Artorias loved how proud Briar looked to finally win a fight on her own merit. The brightness and smile on her face made his heart flutter and race, more than any fight ever could. Briar stole his breath, his heart, every part of him. She told him to shut up so she could claim her prize, and Artorias had never felt so aroused to be commanded in such a way. He was eager to press his lips back to hers, the rain and storm around them all but forgotten until a loud crash of thunder overhead reminded him of the danger they both might be in. Their lips parted and Artorias glanced down between their bodies at the swelling sea as harder waves smacked into the shore near them. Yeeeeeah, that's getting pretty bad... He glanced back up at Briar when she suggested their find shelter, and he nodded in agreement, rolling to his paws and pausing long enough to shake the sand from his coat before running after her away from the beach.

He was starting to get familiar with the Armada lands by now, so he knew Briar was leading them both back to the seaside barracks. He ducked into the barracks right behind her right as another clap of thunder and flash of lightning illuminated a sky so dark it was almost night. He shook his coat as dry as he could get it, but just like Briar, he would still be damp for a bit. With his coat clinging to his body, he glanced outside at the grasses whipping like crazy in the wind. Whew, that's one hell of a storm! Turning his eyes back to Briar, he was immediately met with another kiss that made his heart skip a beat, a goofy, content grin settling over his face while his tail swished so fast behind him it was almost spinning. She questioned out loud what she wanted for her prize for winning, that goofy smile turning far more sly at the implications of her words.

"Hmmm, decisions, decisions..." He chuckled under his breath and watched with a lively energy in his fiery eyes while Briar made her way over to his bed and lay down, giving him a 'come hither' look with those stunning turquoise eyes. Still grinning, the young brute made his way over to the bed where his lover lay in wait, making no effort to hide the way his eyes roamed over her body. Just like him, her damp fur clung to her form, showing off every natural curve and dip of her body, emphasizing her feminine frame. Briar was beautiful in every right of the word, and Artorias would have been content to spend the rest of the day just staring at her, drinking in her presence. Luckily for him, he could do much more than that.

With the storm raging outside and the barracks empty of any other trainees, Artorias and Briar were in their own little private world together. He finished his approach and lay down beside her on the soft, warm furs, his gaze meeting hers once more in close proximity. He snuggled close to her, feeling her warmth and her fur mingling with his. Artorias lifted a paw to rest on her side, claws extended to gently part through her fur and lightly graze across her skin while he followed the curve of her waist from side to belly, then back up again. "So what does your heart desire, my Briar?" he asked in a low, husky voice, already feeling that nag of hot desire starting up in his gut.

"Artorias Carpathius"