Whose bed have your boots been under?

*Epiphron* · 03-14-2013, 06:34 PM

A strange feeling had settled over her. Epiphron already felt excited for their next meeting, but dreaded the thought of leaving Maverick and returning to her family. There was no excitement at returning to Valhalla, as she had known the place her entire life -- it simply was home, while Maverick was something new and unknown to her. Every moment she spent with him was like fuel to the fire, igniting her interest and keeping it burning brightly. Her interest was visible in her sparkling blue eyes that refused to leave Maverick as he climbed out of the water to approach her. Her gaze shifted over him, examining him unabashedly. Surely if he was allowed to look at her like that, she could return the favor.

When Maverick approached her, dripping from head to toe, she expected him to make some teasing remark, try to keep her interested. But something else happened. The male embraced her immediately, draping his head around her neck and pulling Epiphron close to him. If the girl had any less composure, she felt as though she would've simply collapsed on the spot in pure bliss. The female had swore to herself that her affection wouldn't be given to just any male who batted his eyes in her direction, but someone who really deserved the princess. Even though she'd thought Maverick was cute practically from the moment she met him, she'd told herself she had too much class to throw herself at just any male who was interested in her.

But Maverick wasn't just any male. The female pressed back into his chest, grateful for the embrace. A gentle sigh escaped her lips, and she found herself burying her muzzle into his damp neck fur. Now she would surely smell as though she'd been frolicking about with a male from another pack, but she no longer cared. The physical contact was exhilarating, and she wasn't sure if she could ever pull away from him. She breathed gently into his pelt, her entire body relaxing as Maverick held her close.

Was this how Cairo had felt with her mother? The feeling was intoxicating, and Epiphron wanted more.

"I think you're right. Wouldn't want to miss anything important back home..." she mumbled softly into his coat, breathing in his sweet scent deeply, not bothering to mask her intentions. Perhaps if she could remember his scent she'd have something to keep her in line for the next week until they saw each other again. While she knew she should break the embrace first, she simply remained pressed against him, wondering how it was that she felt utterly relaxed and undeniably exhilarated at the same time..

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