Wicked Game

Walk | Talk | Think

If that was not a satisfied face then she had never known one. Just that quick look at Bane had been enough for her to know, without a further doubt, that she had accomplished what she had set out to do. And it made her smile, proudly and victoriously, where she lay on him. It might have made more sense for her to move, to allow them both a little space to catch their breath, but she rather liked being able to feel each rise and fall of his chest, to hear just by turning her head the rapid beat of his heart. Just knowing she had done that - she had caused it all - was so liberating she felt her old confidence return in full.

He was so dazed when he spoke that it was all she could do not to laugh in delight, restraining herself to a few giddy chuckles as her tail wagged in an almost lazy fashion behind her. Good. That was just what she had been hoping for. She felt him shift beneath her, felt his claws trailing by her hips, and with a smiling sigh of her own Tahlia relaxed further against him, closing her eyes and turning her head to rest it against his chest to hear his heart again. He deserved to have it flutter, to have it fly. She had already lost count how many times he had done the same for her.

Her ear tweaked slightly as she listened, eyes opening to watch the snow fall around them before she realized Bane was beginning to ramble. "I am plenty satisfied," she assured him as she lifted her head from his chest to peer at him again. "Even more so knowing you enjoyed yourself so well." She watched him silently for a moment, took note of him shifting again beneath her, and a little she did too. "Should I move?" Tahlia was quite comfortable where she was, but today was his day. She could be just as happy cuddling beside him as above.