Embrace of Dawn
05-02-2014, 02:50 AM
He was lost to the world, for all that lay beyond their forestry refuge ceased to hold meaning or importance to this brute. He held Othello in his arms, her gentle soft body pushed hard and gentle to his own. He felt her curves against him and relished the feel of the beauty as much as his eyes had enjoyed the sight of her. Her warmth became his warmth, and where his body ended and her began was lost to him. Each movement she made, each shiver that touched her was felt intimately by the silver brute, as he felt her as he had never felt another wolf before. He relaxed into her unaware of the stiffness he had held, as her smile shone from her face with the radiance of the rising sun. Something in his words must have strummed a cord, and soothed the tension that had driven her to pain and tears. He took it as the gift it was and pushed his head against her coat, through her coat, burying himself in her scent, body heat and all that came to him as feelings of her. Funny, that her very presence was the very gift she spoke of now, a gift to them both for the meanings it held. That she was a beauty worth revering was a gift to them both in the knowledge and the finding. There faces would align, and the shines of there translucent eyes a mirror to the other, both in shines of home and perhaps even adoration. He needed not have worried to her reaction, for it was a sweet one, without the pain he had expected. The cool of her tongue against his nose would cause a strange reaction, a tingle that raced along the lengths of his body and ended with a soft out-take of breath, a sigh of pleasure to the touch. ?I don't know the future dear Othello. But there is definitely a power you weld above me? he said, with a slightly breathless chuckle. He was not certain how to commit, but nor was he willing to brush her aside. |
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