These Blue Grey Eyes Hold Pain Inside
04-13-2014, 04:20 PM
As the silence between them grew, the male only felt the warmth intensify. Sometime during this, the female had lifted her head, and so he had pulled away for a moment, watching as she seemed to think deeply. But about what? Dayton felt his head edge slightly to the left, cocked in confusion. He let a smirk play on his lips. "Misha?" he called softly, trying to bring her out of her little trance. "I don't suppose you would tell me what you're thinking about..." She probably wouldn't tell him. Even as he asked her, the doubt became clear on her pretty face. No, she definitely wouldn't tell him. But Dayton still held a shred of hope. He wanted to know her mind like he knew his own, know every piece of her as well as he could. After all, she had been so open to him lately... it was still a possibility. Giving into the quiet urge, he leaned forward and rewarded her cheek with a tender lick. Perhaps she would open up to him now... his tongue moved gently, kissing shyly under the bone of her jaw. Or maybe now... his head moved of its own volition, rubbing his muzzle against her own. Or now... "Will you tell me, dear Misha?" the boy's soft voice wondered. "Please?" Walk. "Talk." Think. |