Shifting Worlds

It was always easy to get caught up in the desire that Artorias sparked in her when they kissed. From almost the very beginning, even before they really understood what it meant, he had made her feel like this back when they were sneaking kisses in the castle tower or at night in his room. There was always this immediate need and fire that made her want more of everything of him. It wiped her mind clear of anything else and made her press deeper into their kiss and she tasted him on her tongue. He made all of her inner turmoil and doubts, all the worries she carried on her, all the uncertainty she felt suddenly disappear as he made her feel wanted and loved in every way. Even with this new shape their relationship was taking she could still feel how much he wanted her and that helped her feel more confident in her choice. There was a small fear that one day he might stop kissing her this way, stop wanting her this way, but unless that day came she could be content with this new way of living their lives together.

When their lips finally parted she gasped softly to get a breath of air into her aching lungs and she blinked open her heated turquoise gaze to find an equally smoldering amber gaze looking back at her. A little grin pulled at her lips when he mentioned how The Hallows could probably survive without him for a little while, chuckling softly as she flicked a teasing lick across his nose. "Good, you have time to help me get these supplies to the storage," she said with a grin, her glance promising more, but she wasn't going to just lead him away to have him that easily. After all the turmoil he just put her through he was going to have to work for it at least a little bit. She nodded to the cart behind him and added, "Come on, lets get that stowed away," before turning to lead him into the plains, giving his muzzle a little flick of her tail as she went.

"Briar Fatalis"