Silver Moonlight

Lillith apologized again, but Romulus didn't hear it. He knew she was probably flustered, definitely embarrassed, and she had nothing to be sorry for, but she would continue to do so anyway because she was constantly blaming herself. He frowned a little; he hated that she was so hard on herself for something so out of her control. "It's not your fault," he repeated, still trying to keep his voice even a quiet so as not to wake her father sleeping just next door. He didn't want her blaming herself for something she wasn't prepared for. It was fine. She refused to get back in her bed, stating it was too warm, then leaning against his side as if nothing had happened. He blinked in surprise, but didn't refuse her affections. Lil tried her best to explain what was on her mind and speak her heart, the words coming out in breathless fragments, but he got the gist of it. She liked his kisses, but it was too much for her. Her body didn't respond well to arousal, it seemed, and her lungs were refusing her any more. He nodded slowly. Too much. Pushed too much.

The two wolves lay there on the floor for a while, the cool stone beneath him ebbing away some of the fire that had ushered him down to her bedroom in the middle of the night. As he sobered up from his lust drunk, he glanced down at Lillith with concerned silver eyes. "Is the floor helping?" he asked after a minute. "It's cooler down here, but I could open a window or we could sit on the balcony if that'd be better." The cool night air outside might do her some good, but he also didn't know if that would aggravate her lungs even more. Gods, he wished he knew what was hurting her so he could fix it! He didn't bring up the kisses, instead focusing entirely on making the almost wheezing girl feel better again. He'd already known he'd crossed too far, now he'd just reel himself back in and cool her down again so he'd know he hadn't accidentally killed her by making out with her.

"Speech"