Left With Nothing To Say

He would never admit the comfort that came with having her in his arms. Like a far distant memory stirred within. A time before, when he’d once been innocent. A feeling he had cast off when he left his family to go out on his own. It was almost innately embedded within Duchess herself, and he found it easy to embrace instead of scorn like his kin.

Noir found her sparkling gaze easily, he could never know if her eyes were sparkling because she was about to cry, or because of her happiness. Noir tried to tell himself he didn’t care, but he preferred when she did not cry. Though he was attracted to how vulnerable she was, he preferred the genuine smile playing on her features. She whispered as she looked up at him, just resettling in his arms as the night went on.

Duchess spoke up again a moment later, asking if he was planning on sleeping for longer. ”Maybe a little longer.” He admitted with a subtle growl in his chest while his paws roved her soft fur. Slowly rolling over her shoulder, along her belly, and he grabbed lightly at her hip, curling his claws in against her flesh. ”Or not…” He added, closing his eyes back again to give her the choice. Lay here for a long while, or enjoy each other in different ways.