Whose bed have your boots been under?

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 03-14-2013, 07:04 PM by Epiphron.)

All of Epiphron's worries faded away as Maverick hold her close to him. She felt as though she had never existed so purely, never been so actualized as she did in this moment. She was oddly aware of every sound that fell from Maverick's lips, and she swore she could feel his rapidly beating heart pounding against her chest. She felt oddly faint, and was almost tempted to feign feeling worse to get Maverick to lay down with her for a bit longer. But they were both far from home, and really didn't need to be away for any longer, despite how badly they wanted to.

Before she realized it he planted a kiss on her muzzle, and she grinned widely, an ecstatic expression creeping over her face. "Six days, Mav," she repeated softly, pressing her nose ever so slightly into his. He made the move to leave before she did, which she was grateful for. She was sure she couldn't bare to see the sadness that had crept over his face. With hardly a sound the female quickly made her way up the side of the ravine, the opposite side Maverick had climbed, and headed back towards Valhalla. No longer holding herself strong and proud, but instead slumped, her posture unsure of what the future held for the two of them.

- exit Epiphron -

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