Shelter For My Soul

The feel that touched the cool air before them was almost electric with the unsaid emotions that surged between them. From his stretching moves and the glints he had caught with her eyes, to his touch to the sea and the waves that coursed over them both as he pranced across its depths. The undercurrents that held them where magical, and new to him. He was not a stranger to desire, but this held a different taste to, and he found himself immediately addicted to its flavour. On a sudden impulse he wanted to feel her against him, needed the soft touch of her coat to his and the warm of her skin to melt into his own. His eyes burned, a liquid and molten lava of his want like a living fire beneath those orbs. His eyes never lost her form, the shiver that she gave to the touch of the water would send a shiver through his own form, abide an entirely different kind. He found his lips parting, his eyes following each trace of her movement and devouring her form.



?I never claimed to be a gentlemen? he purred, through half slitted eyes, his emotions thrumming through him like a live wire, would only blow out of proportion as her paws touched the earth in light, free movements and each step of those paws would bring her closer to him. Her tail was smooth behind her, a flowing mass of curls, and the boy was transfixed and frozen by the display of her form before him. He didn't move as she touched air, he braced himself subtly, paws bracing against the cool air in a movement he barely even registered before she was upon him. From the absence of her beside him to the sudden feel of her mass before him he would gasp, and not from the impact. She landed against him ans he would let his body roll with the impact, and as soon as she was fully to him he would fall back into the water, aiming to bring her up on top of him as he fell against the shallow sea. He wanted nothing more then to feel her against him, and an exuberant laugh would escape his lips.

"Speech"
'thoughts'