Mud Run

She is entranced by his mismatched eyes, they are glued to her and she feels the world fall away from them. The white marks on his face look like snow in a starry sky. His golden eye... a star and his blue eye... a watery planet.

She didn't know if the catch in her chest was still recovering from the run or from... something within his gaze, pulling her closer to him. He towers above her and all at once she wishes to be swallowed whole by the vast void of his pelt. It is an electricity to meet him. Their lips meet and he is so gentle, she brings in a breath, gathering her senses within her. She draws her tongue over his top lip, pulling him in toward her. She's so very receptive, she pushes gently forward, showing him her fervor, responding to his touch. She softly pulls away, her wildflower eyes dancing between his, wondering and questioning if that was all he wanted but...

Does he want more?

She does.