book 6: the aftermath
jael
02-15-2024, 08:57 PM
It's a growl she feels in her spine, in her chest. Her muzzle lifts, pressed beneath his chin. Jael's knees long to give way, though she can't let them yet. Her forehead pressed into the space beneath his muzzle, clinging to what touch she can steal. Closed doors were a blessing and a curse. His searing touch on her forehead, and she'd cling to him for a moment longer. Loyal like a dog... it's not even irony at this point. "I am yours in all the ways that matter," spoken like a promise, spoken like a curse. Breathed against Gilgamesh, she matches the confidentiality of his tone. As his volume lifts, she understands. Her heart still pounding, voice quivering as she takes his words in. They hurt. She aches. All of her aches, knees shaking. It's as if she's been kicked, but Jael won't flee. All she can do is nod. Matching his volume, though her tone is nothing short of heartbroken, Jael confirms the direction. Why does her chest ache like this? "Yes sir." She wouldn't abuse the privilege. Jael knows better. But just in case... he's there. Her tone drops, confidential once more. Gaze lifting to meet his, a wordless plea. "After today." Something in her chest recognizing his, in ways she's not sure she's familiar with. Loyal like a dog. |
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