Desperate To Breathe

Noir wrapped his arms around her and Duchess did not resist his movements. Already though he could tell the obvious difference between this moment and the last they were together. She wanted him, she wanted to be close and she wanted to hold to him, but there was no fiery spark like he had come to expect from her. The stark contrast was a big difference and fostered curiosity within him instead of the usual carnal desire.

She rolled into him and Noir held her tight, letting the warmth of her form so close to his chase away the thoughts that haunted him. He hadn’t really slept since his meeting with Theory, but holding her tightly there on the edge of that cliff he thought he could finally relax. Both of his massive paws traced down her sides and behind her back. One against her spine and the other on her hip as he pulled her tighter to him. She revealed the sensitive places he wished to kiss, but she didn’t return his affection.

Duchess pushed on his chest softly and looked up at him with her two toned gaze. His own eyes narrowed slightly as he took her in, uncertain how he felt about her pleading expression. And she wasn’t pleading for his touch. ”You aren’t well.” He commented quietly, not a question but a statement. She was not as she once was.