Deep Inside [M]
03-14-2013, 08:42 AM
But baby I want you, I w a n t y o u
His compliment caught her off guard, and Chrysanthe's azure gaze dropped from his pools of blue, falling to the ground as he fell back on his haunches and got even more comfortable. "You sound so responsible." She commented, half teasing with the comment, but there was something about it that was strange. He was a strong wolf, a male with rank and... he didn't seem to let that define him at all. Even without Seracia, she felt like Gideon James would still be Gideon James at the end of the day. "You tell of a rank, but speak like a rogue." She wasn't trying to insult him - not in the least. "You hold a rank that many would fight tooth and claw for, and you don't... let it get to you. You're the heir without worrying about becoming the heir."
She smiled. "I admire that Gideon. In Valhalla things are... different." She herself was a perpetrator, working so hard to become the beta that she felt that she should be. Fighting and patrolling, getting a better grip on the lands of Alacritis, making allies as often as she very well could. "You're so much different from me. A regular mutt if you ask me." She pressed her nose into his cheek and lightly laughed. "I can't help but be somewhat taken by you, you know."