Desperate To Breathe

He was holding her because he wanted to, and not because she needed his embrace nor asked for it. His deeper interest in her was vague at best, it didn’t really matter what was going on beyond these brief meetings. Or it hadn’t before. She looked up at him, desperate in a much different way than he had experienced her before. She buried her features into his chest and said ‘no’ in agreement to his statement. She wasn’t okay, something had happened that affected her deeply. Really though, even without the filter of his selfish mind it didn’t matter. Whatever happened wasn’t here and couldn’t be helped, so no matter what it was it didn’t matter. It didn’t affect Noir, and it didn’t leave Duchess running from him.

She touched him softly, as soft as her voice was. Her paw trailed from chest to cheek as she looked up at him again. He held her a little closer, positioning her smaller form against him perfectly. Duchess questioned him as if he weren’t holding her as close as he could, or like he hadn’t hesitated to take her company. ”I do.” Noir told her in return, not quite accepting the deeper implications within the words she spoke. He didn’t mention how much more he’d want her if she got over whatever was affecting her so deeply. ”Was I not obvious enough?” He squeezed her tighter and wrapped his neck around her, shielding her from everything else around them.