Wicked Game

Walk | Talk | Think

Thank goodness he was kind enough not to press further than he had regarding her instruction. He may have made her feel comfortable enough to be open and honest around him, to speak to him more plainly than she was accustomed to speaking and on subjects that she normally would have left untouched, to even do things with him that she would never even have considered with anyone else. But her new boldness still had its limits, and some habits were hard to break. Deep down she was still modest and conservative, a lady in every respect, and it was not something very easily set aside.

But speaking and acting were two different things, especially when one was caught up in the moment and still flying with the happy knowledge she had surprised her mate in the best of ways. And especially since she had managed to cut off whatever he had been meaning to say more in thanks to her with a kiss to his lips that elicited one of her favored rumbling growls of satisfaction. She smiled and closed her gold and cloudy eyes indulgently, enjoying the tickling, tingling sensation of his grazing teeth running through the fur along her neck. His paws roamed upward along her sides, ruffling her fur the wrong way and causing her to shift a little for a second time above him, though this time not because of nervousness.

His tongue pressed passed her lips and suddenly she felt Bane shifting beneath her, rolling the both of them until she was no longer over him but beside him in the snow. She could feel the cold of it seep up into her fur, especially where he had rustled it, but the cold was easy enough to counter. Tahlia scooted closer to her greying husband, drawing from his warmth and snuggling close if for no other selfish reason than because she could and wanted to. And because how else was she going to match each kiss he gave her from a distance? She pawed at his neck softly, already feeling less of the cold snow beneath her and more of the warmth of his affection.