Silver Moonlight

Romulus saw Lillith lift her head, saw a flash of red as her eyes peered open no more than halfway, sleep-heavy lids still hovering between awake and asleep. She still looked completely out of it, looking at him with this floaty smile of someone stuck between a dream and the waking world. He cocked a crooked grin at her, but hadn't been expecting her to lean in until her lips met his. Steel-silver eyes shot open wide, flutters starting in his gut and his tail swishing so fast across the floor. It was a light, little kiss, but it was enough to spark the fire in his belly. When her lips fell away from his, Roman breathed a quiet sigh of delight, watching in his stunned stupor while she settled her head back down and seemed to fall seamlessly back into slumber.

Roman had a choice to make now. He could slip back out and go to bed as if nothing had happened, leave Lillith undisturbed with the tingling on his lips. Or he could double down, seize the moment and enjoy it to its fullest. He glanced towards the door, then back down at the beautiful sleeping silver spirit in the bed before him. His choice was easy. With a daring grin on his face, Roman lowered his muzzle back down to hers until he caught her lips with his, letting his kiss linger longer, pressing his mouth to hers with a careful need. When he did finally break the kiss with his sleeping beauty, the silver-furred man pulled his body up onto the bed with her without a word. He stepped carefully around her prone body, eyes roving across her form almost of their own accord while he settled down beside her, enveloping her smaller body with his larger frame until they were tucked snugly together in bed.

Lifting a large paw, Romulus draped his foreleg across Lillith's body, pulling her gently up into his until every inch was touching in some manner. The warmth of her body felt like fire against his skin and he loved burning himself against her. He didn't dare try to push too far with her in a catatonic state, knowing the fine line he walked between sweetness and assault, but he'd committed himself to this now. He ran his nose through the fur on her back, bringing his muzzle up the curve of her neck, drinking in her scent and lavishing in getting to hold and touch her like this. Roman's silver eyes fluttered closed with absolute euphoria. Like his family before him, Romulus was a very physically affectionate and passionate wolf, a distinctly Armada family trait. All he wanted was to cover Lillith in soft touches and kisses from head to toe. If only she wasn't quite so asleep...

Craning his neck to bring his head up over hers, Roman leaned in to run his tongue in a gentle lupine kiss across her cheek, testing to see if she would stir or remain asleep in his arms. He was unable to resist her beauty, watching the sleeping seraph as if it were his last night alive.

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