What is dead may never truly die

Walk | Talk | Think

She could almost feel the gentle rumble that he made as she snuggled against him, as his paw that cradled her to him stroked over her back and held her close. He still wanted her. Not just in that moment, but overall. It was amazing to her that he would, that he would not punish her for failing to be with their children longer, for following him so soon into the afterlife. Tahlia could have stayed there tucked up against him, within his soothing embrace, for ages now that time no longer mattered. Just to feel that same depth of love and want that she had felt, which had torn her apart when he had passed, through these simple actions of her husband was reassuring like nothing else could be, and she never wanted to stop feeling it, to know that he still and always would care.

His grip on her changed, drawing her more purposefully to him, and this time she was more prepared. Her forepaws lifted to hold onto him as he eased her once more upon her back, not nervous this time but cooperative, and she tucked them against her chest once he had set her down. Her dark gold eyes were still full of her devotion to him, her love for him, as she stared upward into his face, his nose softly caressing her cheek before he eased her head back.

She complied, her eyes closing as she exposed her neck, and felt the rasp of his kiss against the base of her throat. A tingling trail followed the nibbling motion that climbed her neck only to be soothed by the lick that retraced the path to begin the process over again. It kindled her desire with each pass of his tongue, each tingling nibble, but slowly, so slowly. After all, they had all the time in the world. Tahlia murmured, a wordless, "Mmm," to express her approval, her delight, her breaths beginning to be drawn in more deeply. Between them, her forepaws lifted to knead into the fur of her husband’s chest, as much to encourage as to feel him standing there above her, solid and steady, while she slowly melted at his paws.