Altavro wouldn?t let her float away, his voice kept snaking out, grounding her until at last her surroundings began to make more sense. A soft whimper would escape her, she had liked her walls and she wanted nothing more than to crawl back beneath their cover. Avro?s voice continued on and she was so thankful for the sound of his voice. Her eyes caught on to his with more substance than before and his voice began to make sense to her. She did as asked, ignore the headache that creped behind her vision and watched the paw that danced before her with her eyes.
Now when he spoke the words of his love she could truly comprehend them and a smile would spread slowly, a stain upon her lips. ?My love? she cooed pleasantly, enjoying the sound of these words as they slipped through her. Avro was her love, her Avro He was claimed by her, and had claimed her himself. They were each other?s and there was no other way she would have it.
He would move over her, his face so close to hers that she could taste his breath. His tongue would leave warm trails against her cheek and she would sigh at the blissful touch of it. ?We should go somewhere beautiful Avro. We should go away somewhere just you and me? she whispered.
