Whose bed have your boots been under?
03-14-2013, 03:46 PM
She was realizing that their time together would be ending soon. Surely she could spend a couple more hours with him, but by then she wouldn't get home until after the sun set, and then she would surely have someone to answer to. Though she had a den of her own, she also had responsibilities to her family, and she owed it to them to return at a reasonable hour. After all, what would the Valhalla pack be if all of its members felt entitled to spend the vast majority of the day so far from its border? Epiphron was certain that wouldn't be considered a pack at all. And despite her interest in Maverick, however strong it might be, she had other things to tend to. She imagined the shit she'd get from Neo if he found out that his sister had been running off to talk to a wolf from another pack. He'd never let her live it down. And either way, what if a pack meeting was called, and Epiphron didn't arrive at all? Surely she would be expected too, since a wolf's call could typically be heard from miles away. But she was even farther away than that... "Same time, same place. Sounds good. Although, I hope you don't f--.. I mean, try to jump in here again. I wouldn't want to have to save your life a second time." She giggled, teasing him again about his fall. Not only were their meetings secretive, which was exciting in itself, but the journey here wasn't particularly easy. It made the prospect of them meeting again just that much more exciting. She was sure she would anxiously count the days, hoping that she could possibly slip away without anyone noticing when the time came for her to journey back to their meeting spot. And hopefully her absence had been just as unnoticed, though she would find out before long whether she'd been that lucky or not. His whole attitude was so enthralling, and her desire for him seemed to only grow with each second she spent in his presence. Epiphron swam a bit away from him, hesitant to leave Maverick, despite the fact that she knew she had to leave much sooner than later. Slowly she made her way out of the water, tail swaying happily behind her. Hopefully Maverick would follow; no, she was sure that he would. Perhaps she could steal a moment more of physical contact before she left, making him want more before she left for 6 full days and nights. Shaking her body, water sprayed from her fur as she maintained eye contact with Maverick, her eyes saying it all. Come here. I want you. But her eyes said more than her body; she was young, and had much more class than that.. |
