Whose bed have your boots been under?

N/A · 03-14-2013, 02:40 PM

Springtime was absolutely fabulous. It had to be his favorite season of all. Summer had its advantages, but it was far too hot for his own liking. Winter was cold and bitter, and all of the color was practically sapped out of the surroundings. Fall could be enjoyable enough, but Spring still triumphed in his mind. Spring was also the season of his birth, which made it altogether the best season for that reason alone. A smirk played across his lips. She paddled closer to him which he noted instantly. The girl just couldn't stay away, could she? He couldn't blame her, because he felt the same way. The overwhelming urge to have their flesh meet once more was hardly even bearable, but the look in her eyes was far worse. It drove him absolutely insane when his green eyes met her cerulean ones. How could just a look send such a shiver up and down his spine?

She commented on their predicament, it seemed she was worrying about the same thing he was. He'd hate for one of them to stand the other up on accident if they couldn't get away for their meeting. Boy, his ego would be shot if that happened and she never showed up. Worry clouded his eyes, but he tried to force it away, not wanting to give away his innermost feelings of adoration for the girl. It was enough for him to admit he wanted to see her again, she need not know how much he cared for her already. He longed to know what it would feel like to touch her, to embrace her the way he saw other wolves do. He longed to know the feeling behind a kiss, the sensation of mating. Although, he would leave that very last part for a later date.. one he hoped would eventually come.

She then spoke up, bringing him out of his somewhat lustful thoughts. Her words forced his ears to twist back with uncertainty. She didn't want to meet soon? An explanation came as disappointment fluttered across his features. Finally, she suggested a time. Six days. Six days until he could spend time with her again. Maverick wasn't entirely thrilled with the figure of six days, but he'd have to deal with it. Six days, right here, same time as today. The date was set in stone, at least to him, although he wasn't certain that he could wait that long. He tagged on an extra thought, a charming lilt in his tone. It's a date, gorgeous. He swam in a tight circle, loving the feeling of the cool water on his bodice. His ears flicked back forward, still disappointed but unwilling to show it anymore. He knew she had good reasons for wanting to wait. Who knows.. the next time you see me you may be talking to a Prince. A sly smile pricked in the corners of his lips. Better practice your curtsey, dollface. A jubilant laugh echoed from his jaws, slithering up from his chest and bubbling and dancing through the air. The boy really did like being here with her, but something told him their meeting was drawing to an end.

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