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09-20-2013, 01:25 AM
Walk | "Talk" | Think He was practically giving himself over entirely to what he was feeling, letting the little rosy-eyed white wolf before him completely captivate his senses. Her scent was so sweet and potent, the feel of her fur brushing against his cheeks like a balm, the rasp of her tongue as she returned his kisses causing his skin to tingle beneath her touch. She might have been a small thing, but her effect on him was great. He wanted nothing more than to stay this way with her, to forget time, duty, everything except the feel and scent of her right next to him coupled with the encouraging vocalizations that she would occasionally make. His thoughts were still distracted in this manner when she posed a question of him, drawing back just enough to make him feel the minimal distance between them as if a great chill had moved in to fill the gap. It only made him want to close it, and he did a little. He leaned toward her, muzzle brushing alongside hers, body yearning to follow, as he sluggishly tried to formulate a response. What now? Well, he really only had one idea at the moment, to memorize all he could about Alamea before she needed to fully draw away from him. Her scent, her sound, how well she molded to him, the little fluttery motions she would make as he kissed her neck. Not yet did he want to push things too far, but he was tempted to at least test the boundaries, just to see if he could get another whine out of her. But as he found himself leaning into her further, muzzle brushing up past her cheek and toward her neck again, it dawned on him that this was not what she meant and gave him a moment of pause. Perhaps she meant in an overall picture, after they parted ways, after knowing what they did about each others' feelings. It did seem rather important. There was no way he could just leave things be like this, without any intentions of seeking her out again. As he sighed into her pristine fur and drew back enough to meet her gaze with his frosty blue eyes, he was already plotting a venture toward her home territory though he knew no specifics and only a general direction in which to travel. "Now you tell me where exactly Valhalla is," Rune answered boldly, expression serious though his voice was colored with a slightly unexpected teasing quality. "I don't want to miss out on time spent with you because I got lost wandering around the west." Surely it was tricky, what he proposed, keeping their fledgling relationship alive with visits and stolen hours together. He couldn't very well ask her to give up the home she had only just been accepted into to move to Tortuga, nor could he leave his mountain home. But what he felt was so new, so strong, so exciting, that to give up on it before giving it a chance felt like a sin, and he was willing to try and make it work. |
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