A Love Like War

When Alastor's paw lifted to her cheek she leaned into his touch with a tired sigh, feeling drained and raw in the wake of a rare baring of her emotions. She didn't like allowing herself to be vulnerable like this, but in a way it felt cathartic. As much as she shared her life with Alastor, there were still parts of each other that they were still learning and revealing together. She did feel guilty for for how she had treated him, especially as he reassured her of the things that deep down she already knew. He had never given her reason to really question his loyalty or for their relationship to feel threatened in any way. He had formed his life to match what she wanted their futures to be and hardly ever had a complaint. Someone that wasn't fully invested wouldn't have gone through all of that trouble, but in the height of her emotions she hadn't been able to think of that. She could only imagine the life she had built and the man she loved more than life itself slipping away from her at a moments notice if she didn't stop it at the pass.

She hummed quietly at the feeling of his paw stroking across her lower back and belly, the gentle tingles across her skin bringing a just a bit of pleasure and relief from the strain that her changing body was going through. Her body was going to force her to rest, especially after that violent outburst, but first she felt like she needed to make her amends. Manea eased her body down over his, settling into him and brushing her muzzle against his, slipping her forelegs around his neck as she gave him little affections in her silent apology for how she had taken her own insecurities out on him. "I believe you," she told him quietly against his lips, gently scratching the back of his neck with her claws. "Sometimes I just need to be reminded... Especially when I find out that someone else has been touching my mate." She still didn't like what he did and she couldn't even promise that her opinion of Relm would really change, at least not right away. If anything it would probably be even more difficult for her to look at Relm in a positive light, but she was willing to try. She didn't want to hate the wolves that Alastor cared for. He had adopted her family as his own and he deserved for her to do the same.

Manea's lips brushed against his and trailed down along his jaw to his throat, kissing along his neck where she had been choking him only a few moments before while her hips pressed back into his. Even though she could forgive what he did and find her own way to deal with her insecurities when she was faced with them, there was still a part of her that was furious that someone else had touched and had what was hers. She was possessive and protective of him and even if emotionally he was entirely hers to have, physically someone else had taken him and she didn't feel like she would really rest until that part of her had been satisfied. For her own sake she needed to claim him as hers before she finally let herself sleep. She kissed along his throat with slow, savoring affections for a few moments before she brought her lips back up to his, claiming his muzzle with a firm kiss for a few moments. Her hips started to press back into his with equally slow, teasing movements at the same time, making her intentions very clear.

After several long moments of this she pulled back, giving him a little smirk as she gave him a teasing lick across his lips. "Come on," she instructed him softly, climbing off of him to walk further back into the cave to the secluded alcove that they had claimed as their own. The others would likely be returning soon since it was quickly descending into night and she would rather not have their children walk in on their make up sex. Her tail brushed across Alastor's muzzle as she led him into their den and made her way over to the large, plush bed, settling down onto it with a relieved sigh as she sank into the comfort of it. She rolled onto her back, stretching out on the bedding and looking to Alastor with a little grin as her hind legs fell open and she beckoned him over with a motion of her paw. As much as she would have loved to ride him through the night, she was trying to be good about understanding when her body had gone through enough so at least for now she was having to compromise just a bit.

"Manea Mendacium"