When I Wake Up

Still the pair maintained their silence. It didn't bother Chimera in the slightest to not speak. Some women ran at the mouth and it drove him crazy. Reila was not one of those, it seemed. The brute looked down at his dish for a time, rolling it back and forth between black-toed paws. A subtle shift in the mild breeze brought the faint scent of apples to the man's nares. It was a pleasant scent. Not too flowery. Not too strong. Nothing like disgusting lavender.

Reila surprised him again by tentatively reaching one paw out to massage his shoulder. The behemoth of a man, tinged golden with firelight, arched one brow at the fae, but said nothing to dissuade her from continuing. Chimera loved a good massage. His muscles usually needed it. Besides, he came out here to unwind before heading to bed. What better way to relax than with a massage?

As Reila got into massaging him, Chimera placed his chin back down, eyes closing. He gave himself over to the pleasured sensations, releasing low murrs here and there when she hit a particularly sore place.

"Speech"