Our Kind of Beach Day

As Ruga nuzzled into Keahi's fur the sweet, floral but still light scent filled his nose and he grinned, humming quietly with appreciation at the extra little efforts that Keahi obviously went through for him. He had never been in any kind of committed relationship and had only been with certain women for brief stints of time—and sometimes with multiple at a time. This was the longest he had consistently been with one woman and he had to admit that he was kind of liking the little things that allowed like her learning the things he enjoyed and him being able to learn the little intricacies of her personality. It was a new experience for him and something he had shied away from for so long, but now that he had accidentally found himself in this situation he actually kind of liked it.

He grinned and chuckled as she teased him for wanting to spoil his appetite, lifting his muzzle from her neck to tell her that was exactly what he wanted to do, but before he could she caught his lips in a heated kiss that pulled a slightly surprised, pleased rumble from the larger brute. When she pulled back again his seafoam gaze found hers with a familiar interest and fire lingering in them as an amused and infatuated grin lingered on his lips. The promise of skipping straight to dessert was definitely something he could agree with, but with another quick, sultry kiss she was gone, escaping from his grasp and making him give her a playful pout. That didn't last long though as she moved over to the furs that she had rolled out while he had been too impatient to do so and patted the spot beside her, inviting him to join her on their makeshift bed. Ruga gave her an eager grin as he rolled to his feet and hurried to do just that.

"You already know what I'm going to pick..." he rumbled with a grin as he caught her lips in another heated kiss while he hooked a strong foreleg around her shoulders, supporting her as he turned her and lowered her onto the ground, laying her onto her back on the furs without breaking away from her lips. He shifted to stand over her, easily melting into a passionate kiss against her now familiar lips with quiet rumbles of desire sounding in his chest. He kissed her passionately and savoringly for several long moments before he finally let his lips pull away from hers, giving her a grin as he settled his body over hers so that he could slip his forelegs around her lower back and rest his head almost on her chest, breathing in her sweet scent at the crook of her neck.

"You always seem to know exactly what I like," he told her with an amused chuckle as he kissed the side of her neck and then brought his gaze back up to hers, simply admiring her for a moment while the warmth of her body under his and her soft, scented fur filled his senses. "What do you see in this old bag of bones, huh?" he asked with a humor and a genuine curiosity. It wasn't beyond him that she was significantly younger than he was so now here he is, a jaded blacksmith with issues committing to anything beyond his work, somehow earning the affections of a stunning younger woman. It did make him wonder just what she saw in him when in reality her options were wide open. Of course he also knew they hadn't settled into anything committed or official—at least not yet—but his curiosity still stood.

"Ruga Amanto"