Forgotten

Jakart felt her tense up at the embrace, fighting the urge to bring his leg back down. But Callisto didn't say anything, and so he didn't move save for him loosening his grip a bit. And the strange thing was that he could've sworn that she was relaxing against him. Callisto looked away from her spoiled herbs and caught the sight of her staring up at him as she settled her check against his chest. The grey male drew his head back to stare a her, what she was doing, still not quite believing it all. Was she flirting with him? And yet she continued these signs of affection, of want, Jakart's heart fluttering when he felt the kiss placed against his neck, her muzzle roving further up until their eyes were met. He saw the pain. He saw himself last winter on a fjord next to a mimosa tree, carving antler leaving his jaw the rest on the grave of his parents.

Callisto vocalized her want with a whisper, for him to take her. Jakart didn't know what to say. That if this bond they had was remaining right where it was despite the physical actions between the two of them. Were they still just friends even after all they had done between themselves. What she asked and what they were about to do? Jakart couldn't absolutely say what their relationship was at this point, his foreleg clutching Callisto against him as he gently brought her back down against the snow. The tree offered some cover, nobody save the cat could bother them while he complied.

Her words played over and over in his head, their meaning clearly establishing certain requirements. Jakart's breathing increased as he brought himself over Callisto, hind legs straddling just behind her own. A shaky breath was hushed over the she-wolfs muzzle as his hips hungrily squirmed against Callisto's rump. Instinctively he found her, and with a hard thrust of his hips he began the first motions to take her. Just as she had asked.

-Fade to Black-