Stirring the Embers of Desire
01-25-2014, 05:39 PM
Walk | Talk | Think Being with Bane was always such an adventure. Tahlia never knew exactly what she was going to get from him, in every aspect of life. He was a wildcard: fearless, independent, impulsive. Not all of his choices tended to be the best, and occasionally they were selfish in nature. With the background Tahlia came from, he should have been the sort of wolf that she avoided at all costs, the coarse rogue who was completely outside the life she was familiar with. But it was exactly this that captivated her, had drawn her so wholly toward him. Most of that fascination had been superficial at first, Tahlia's own impulse to get herself a family and he being the first to take notice of her, but the strength of what she felt for him now was so beyond that. She loved him, wanted him always to be with her, at her side and within her heart. And his banishment had only brought those feelings even more to the forefront. She stood still beneath him, his weight as well as the feeling of weariness they shared just as reassuring to her as any professions of adoration might have been. He loved her, and had proven it all again in the manifestations of his desires. It only managed to fuel her own undying yearning for him, especially knowing that all too soon she would need to leave and go on without him once again. Her neck stung where he had held her - Am I bleeding? - and would stand as a reminder of their first alone visit since his banishment, at least until it healed. He slid from her back to stand just there at her side and she pressed against him, tucking her head beneath his as he swiped his tongue across the back of her neck. The stinging started up again but it was still insignificant compared to the thought of when she would need to leave him. How much she wished she could stay! One more time? Was that all their relationship was doomed to be from this point on? Nothing but stolen moments alone and inconsistent family visits? She had wanted so badly to have this perfect, happy family in her mind; why did fate seem so determined to see it strained so? "Once more," she murmured as she kissed his throat, savoring his scent and hoping it would stay with her for some time. She missed it being so strong in the den they once shared. |