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ooc hehe Count on Orin to climb onto someone at a time like this. wc 507
She basked in the feeling of helping her friend as Shawchert accepted her embrace, though in an instant the whole thing mutated. His arms wrapped around her in return and she was filled with the alpha's strong, woodsy scent. But, was there something more to it right now? Yes, there was, even nose-blind Orin could detect it in her subconcious. And her body translated the emotive scent as love. Somewhere deep down she knew that her body, too, was doing the same, and she poured her soul into it, letting her love glow.
Shawchert was so warm, so comforting up against her, this moment was perfect... and then the alpha bent down and kissed her. Her body was so receptive to the affection that she did not even flinch out of surprise, rather she accepted the kiss graciously and quickly matched his vigor. She did not want this to stop, and knew that it did not have to by the way Shawchert's arms held her. Her hands trailed along his back for a moment, gently massaging the muscles and holding him tight, pulling him closer. She wanted him closer. Her hand trailed to the back of his neck and her fingers played with the ruff of his mane.
She was so small in his arms. She tiptoed as best she could, trying to make herself taller so he would not have to bend down so much to kiss her, though it certainly did not seem to be a problem for the Captain. She grasped at his shoulders and it seemed that in a moment she might simply climb up onto him right there, as the tiny Luperci was know to do. Though she had never been known to climb onto someone quite like this before.
They broke for just a moment to take a breath, though she refused the air and came back to kiss him. The love and warmth, his love and warmth, that had started in her heart had now spread through her body and left a pleasant, unsettled feeling in her stomach. Her heart raced and any semblance of the subdued Orin that she had been was now gone, though her passion now was quite different than her usual exuberance any other day.
The kiss finally broke again, and this time she took advantage of the short respite. She breathed deeply and glanced over her shoulder. She wanted to move to a bed, or the hearth, or hell, the kitchen table would be good enough! Her eyes turned back to Shawchert and she did not even have to speak of her want. She had the same need as he felt, reflected in their eyes.
She nudged herself into Shawchert again, this time tucking her head under his chin in a loving nuzzle and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her feet left the ground and her slight weight was now his burden. Her fingers continued to play with his mane and scratch gently at the right spots. He would know where to take her.