Desperate To Breathe

In the long term Noir didn’t know what he wanted, fame and glory maybe? Glory was going a little too far, infamy was much more likely. He didn’t think about what had transpired with Theory. His past was all but gone now, really there was a blank slate in front of him, the world was and always would be his oyster. And he had no problem plucking a pearl that night. He could have Duchess to his heart's desire. She didn’t have any lingering claim on her, other scents sure but she was as free as he was. If he gave any kind of deeper thought he could have potentially connected the dots from her emotions to being alone now, but he didn’t. It didn’t matter, he didn’t care, and they were here now and that was of importance.

She seemed relieved when he spoke, that much he could tell obviously. He didn’t know why but he saw it. Duchess wanted him to want her. Nothing could have been easier. Noir held onto her her, patient in his own desires as she collected herself and they lay there near the cliffside. She curled in against him and held tight, Noir liked the way she snuggled into his chest. He liked the feeling of being needed.

Duchess pulled back, lifting her head so he caught a glimpse of dual toned eyes. A dark brow raised as he grinned before she leaned forward to press her lips against his. He closed his eyes and held her tighter, falling easily into her kiss as one huge paw traced down her shoulder and back. He didn’t let go for a long moment, he didn’t let her go at all, but he did eventually pull back just a hair. ”Do you want me, Duchess?” Noir asked with a slight tilt to his head as he sought her gaze with blue and lavender eyes. A dark grin still playing on his features.