Buck Up, Buttercup.

Surreal watched with some amusement as her mate bathed, and once he stepped out, back to his rich earthen tones, he did seem to feel a bit better. He found her spot and nuzzled her neck, soon settling beside her. She leaned into his thin frame with a sigh as his water smoothed bass rolled through her. ”I missed you too, love.” Her tongue slid out, lashing the end of his muzzle before he began to explore her body in a way that felt as though she were a Goddess, and he a worshiper. He explored each detail, caressing her ears with kisses, moving to her face to continue the lavish affection.

Even though she was tired, and he was so thin, the caressing triggered a rise in her libido that hadn’t reared its head since last Summer. A delicious shiver ran down her spine and she turned her head to nibble softly at his russet-cream throat with a sound that faintly resembled a purr. To his words of love, she smiled, blinking back tears as the emotion in her heart swelled near to bursting; grief for her mother, relief that she and Regulus were home safe, and most of all, Love. Love deeper than the sea, and taller than the sky; for her mate, for her children, for her family. ”I love you too, Falk. Even when I’m furious with you.” She pressed her muzzle to his throat, feeling the pulse there. What would have happened, if she’d found the way back later? Would that pulse have ceased?

”Falk…” She knew she wouldn’t have to finish her sentence for him to catch on to her meaning, but she laid several hints in the form of nibbles and nips along his throat.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think