you fit into me like a hook into an eye

This scene was nothing to the one he had stood on when first their paths and crossed. But it told him something of her that her form could still hold its fluidity and beauty amongst the wreckage off the swamped earth. Even with the smears of blood adorning her neck and shoulders, her foxy coat was alive with its shades of red. He would pause for a moment behind her, holding his easy smile as she threw bantering words back his way, but his eyelids would lower slightly with pleasure to the scent and look of her. It seemed she had that empowering effect over males, or perhaps it was just him who was so easily entranced...



He didn?t allow himself to get lost in his admiration, as she took him off on his offer to clean the blood that marred her coat. Her limbs would move beneath her, bringing her to her full height, and his eyes would flicker along her curves once more as she began her graceful steps towards him. To him, those movements seemed taunting, flaunting what he could not have with graceful flicks of each step. His mouth went dry, and he forced himself to lick his lips and respond. ?Anything for a lady in red? his words turned into a purr as her coat touched his and he closed his eyes as her head went past, so she would not see his blissful intake of air along her rump.



She would slip into the depths of the water, and her features would shimmer beneath the surface. He would be lying to himself if he denied that he wanted her. She would invite him into the water with her and he would not hesitate. His bulk would perfectly compliment her grace as he slid his paws gently into the liquid. Her eyes where upon them and his own danced in their reflections. ?getting myself into all sorts of trouble? he promised her, lip twitching upward on one sight as he moved another step closer. ?Now, darling this dye is terrible. Trust me, I?m a professional? he added with a wink, and would stretch out his neck, standing to her lower side behind her rump and stretching his neck over her rump get at the blood that crusted along her shoulder blades. If she did not move away he would begin to rub his rough tongue along the rough edge of her shoulder blade.