not to be forgotten, still unforgiven
07-07-2014, 11:23 PM
The young male nipped and nuzzled at her, his whispered words spoken soothingly despite the underlying darkness in it. Shivers ran down her spine, excitement causing her heart to race erratically. Heat pooled in her belly, the muscles there tightening in anticipation. Was this what it felt like to give up control, to follow instinct and physical need, to want and feel wanted? She was not foolish enough to think this boy loved her, no, it would be the childish sort of idiocy of young children just coming into puberty, but he wanted her and that was all she wanted right now, what she needed. Silently she brushed herself against him, an encouraging sound vibrating her throat, hip pressing against his chest. Her tail flicked to the side, flicking teasingly at his face before pressing to her own hip. The invitation was unmistakable as her denim-blue eyes met his gaze over her shoulder, eyes that hid the depth of her virginal nervousness. She was nervous yes but oh she wanted this, wanted to feel wanted, needed. OOC: fade to black in your next post? , |