Peace of Mind
05-16-2015, 06:22 PM
Walk | Talk | Think He matched her expression though not the sound, and Callisto continued to stare him down even after he let her keep the distance she had placed between them, the distance she both wanted and loathed. Doubts began to enter her mind of whether she was truly prepared for what she had started. Jak had tried, following every cue and suggestion she had made, and she had ruined it by pulling away. Despite her difficult ways, he did not leave though, only looked around them into the woods. Was he checking his exits? Was he reconsidering too? She did not want him to - they had been so close just a second ago - but she could not blame him either. She was doing a really poor job of convincing him to stay. The waiting was agony. Not knowing whether she had driven him away entirely or if he was willing try again kept the deeply etched frown upon her face, and her already raised defenses made it hard to cover up her fangs though she did manage to silence her growl. The anxious healer waited, keeping her silvery blue eyes fixed upon him, and as he hesitantly approached her again, once more going toward her hips, Callisto felt another low growl rumble up her throat and had to forcefully cut it off. No, he was willing, and this was what she wanted. She could not keep fighting him like that, no matter how much she feared a repeat of events happening again. But she did tense just as before and turned her head to follow him with her eyes as Jakart tried again to paw at her hips, only this time was different. He did not pull her towards him, did not try to rise over her and secure a grip, but instead pulled her downward. Her hips moved under the pressure of his paw but a side step kept her on her feet, and the look she gave him was utterly, frustratingly confused. What the hell is he doing? She was nearly ready to growl at him again, tired of him dragging things on with his senselessness, when he whined, following the sound with ragged, whispered words. On my back? The confused look on her face only intensified at the odd suggestion he made, but as he continued to paw at her hips, pressing to try and get her to roll, she felt her balance give and a little gracelessly staggered to the ground on her side. He wanted her on her back? It was such a vulnerable position that he asked for, all of her vulnerable points exposed to him and at his mercy, and because she was feeling even more defensive now she pinned her ears and bared her teeth slightly with another warning growl, tucking her chin in a feeble attempt at protecting her throat. She could not comprehend what it was that he had planned and did not understand the position he had wanted her in - as she recalled, it typically went a very different way - and with clear skepticism within her gaze she stared up at him, daring him to make a move now that he had her where he wanted her. |
