Just You and Me

Of course Ezra had made no attempt to stop when she tried to get him to lighten up on her. That was who he was and it was part of his playful charm that Syanna had come to know and love about him. It was what made him so quintessentially Ezra, and why he was so perfect. For all the hell dealing with her had to have been like for him, not once did he give up on her. Even when his needs took the backseat or were outright put aside, he didn't once complain nor try to push her for anything. Ezra was patient, allowing her to recover in her own time when it would have been far easier for him to just abandon her in her broken state and move on with his life. For a time, Syanna had felt like a lost cause. But Ezra was stubborn and hardheaded. He refused to quit on them. That was why he was still here with her now, and why she felt so confident in confessing her deepest emotions to him. This was his reward for being so good to her—along with everything else that was to come.

It was easy for Syanna to melt into those strong, bulky arms and massive paws while he held her close to him, their kisses deepening in passion at his insistence. Syanna's eyes remained closed while she made out with her incredible boyfriend, tasting him on her tongue while her dainty cream-furred paws combed through the fur on his chest and the back of his nape when her forelegs looped around his neck to cling tighter to him. Soft moans and murrs escaped her in muffled cries against his lips while they kissed deeply and passionately, bringing a fire back to their lives that had been missing for far too long. It had been months since Syanna had felt the familiar desire she felt in her belly whenever she was wrapped up in the Adravendi brute's arms, but now it was immolating her from within, spurring her on with reckless abandon. Syanna felt Ezra's paws slide down to her orange-furred hips, gripping her there to pull her body tighter to his with a keening moan of surprise. She wrapped her hind legs around his waist, entwining herself around him while he held her, her toes curling as he stole her breath away and made her head spin with desire.

When Ezra did eventually break their lips apart, it left the vixen-like fae gasping for breath, emerald eyes flickering open to reveal the hazy lust-drunk glassiness of them while she looked back up into his pale blues. In his gaze, she could see that same want and desire, his sly grin leaving little to the imagination—and his huge paws squeezing at her hips left even less. He voiced his love for her in return, words he'd said to her before, but that now felt much more impactful now that she knew what the emotions behind them felt like too. Syanna smiled up at her boyfriend, her claws gingerly raking through the fur on his neck to tease his skin. Then Ezra brought his muzzle to hers to nuzzle her cheek and whispered into her ear, asking her what she wanted. Her core clenched with an aching heat for him, already able to feel what he wanted from her pressing into her from below, a smug grin playing on her lips to know she still had turning her dire brute on down to an art. The question was... was she ready for more?

Syanna exhaled hot and heavy, wriggling her hips against his while Ezra held her sitting in his lap, deliberately teasing him while her mind raced with thoughts. She wanted this. Her body was telling her that she wanted this. Her heart and soul wanted it too. But her mind... her damn broken brain... It was still reluctant. Well, no more! Syanna was not going to hold herself back from having what she wanted and what he clearly wanted too. Syanna tipped her muzzle up until she was brushing the bottom of his ear with her snout in turn, then whispered back, "I want you to love me, Ezra... Just like we used to do..." The vulpine fae drew back just enough to be able to gaze into her boyfriend's eyes, letting him see the smoldering need in those verdant pools. "Just go slow for me, okay...? And... please don't pin me down. Not just yet." In her eyes, Ezra would see the lust and love, but also a profound trust in him. He gave her the ability to set the pace, but she wanted to give him the free rein to do what he wanted to love her silly. He had all her faith to treat her right and not do anything to trigger her lingering trauma. She needed this—but Ezra needed this more.

"Syanna & Ezra"