he's no good, girl, no good for you
05-22-2014, 02:21 PM
It seemed she was just as tired as he, and was equally unsure what to do next. Awkwardness filled the cavern like water - drowning them both. He continued to lay in the darkness, panting and relishing in the cool touch of the stone in contrast to her warmth. She agreed with his statement, and he would allow a lazy laugh to lilt from his parted jowls. It seemed they had both done a good job at steaming up the cavern. "I need some air," he commented idly - half wondering if she would bother coming with him or if she was content to stay inside and bask in the afterglow of their infidelity. It occurred to him that he honestly didn't care either way. Their tryst had not been one of passion, merely convenience and desire mingled together. There was no need to make it anything more complicated. He rose to his paws, toenails clicking on the stone as he slowly but surely left the cavern - not bothering to look back at his recent conquest. If she joined him, so be it - and if she did not, so it would be. As the cool air of winter buffeted his face he breathed a sigh of contentment, having been sated in every possible way. His desire for intimacy was gone, and gone with it also was his persistent desire to do something wrong. Perhaps he was cured, or perhaps this was just the beginning of Maverick's crime spree. "Speech." |