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Savina made him happy in so many ways; more, perhaps, than he told her. Every day she surprised him with her beauty, with her strength and courage in being the leader of a large pack of wolves. She surprised him as a mother; the way she so deftly cared for their children was something he'd never expected, but that he appreciated with all his heart. Foremost, she surprised him with her undying loyalty to a goof such as he was. Kansas could have written novels of the things she did for him; it would forever surprise him how near to perfect she had brought his life. He could put aside the concern and insecurity that plagued him only when she was close to him. When he could see her breathing, and look into the stunning mystery of her eyes.
So, he felt he owed her this. Rather theatrical, it was, but that was the point. He wanted her to see that he, too, could pull tricks from his sleeve; and for once, he was confident. She'd made him that way merely by her reaction. He only wished he could see exactly what was going on in her sharp mind; what thoughts she was having about him. It had been a challenge just to push her from his arms onto Lexington's back, because she felt so right there, cradled against him. They had time for that, though. He just needed to take her to where they'd share their getaway, and then the magic would truly begin. Her laughter lit a fire inside him, and his grin was concealed by his body in front of her.
Her arms so warm around his waist sent another rush through his body, brought on by the reality of what they were doing. She held him, trusted him, atop the steed, to take her to a beautiful place. "Really now?" he asked in his soft way. His voice held a teasing tone, but what she she'd spoken made the fire burn brighter. She never seemed to say anything wrong; there was a sweet music about her words. He softly tapped the horse's ribs with his heels and the beast started steadily into the snowy forest. His hooves stirred snow and dead leaves, adding the sound of whispered movement as they rode deeper into Arachnea's Revenge. In front of him, resting against the horse's neck, Kansas' old satchel jangled with its questionable contents. He readjusted it so that it would not make so much noise. "His name is Lexington. I hope you don't mind that he'll be joining us," Kansas rested one hand on her arm, the other grasping the dark mane. He sped their pace just a tad. "Are you doing all right, baby? We're getting close."
Savina made him happy in so many ways; more, perhaps, than he told her. Every day she surprised him with her beauty, with her strength and courage in being the leader of a large pack of wolves. She surprised him as a mother; the way she so deftly cared for their children was something he'd never expected, but that he appreciated with all his heart. Foremost, she surprised him with her undying loyalty to a goof such as he was. Kansas could have written novels of the things she did for him; it would forever surprise him how near to perfect she had brought his life. He could put aside the concern and insecurity that plagued him only when she was close to him. When he could see her breathing, and look into the stunning mystery of her eyes.
So, he felt he owed her this. Rather theatrical, it was, but that was the point. He wanted her to see that he, too, could pull tricks from his sleeve; and for once, he was confident. She'd made him that way merely by her reaction. He only wished he could see exactly what was going on in her sharp mind; what thoughts she was having about him. It had been a challenge just to push her from his arms onto Lexington's back, because she felt so right there, cradled against him. They had time for that, though. He just needed to take her to where they'd share their getaway, and then the magic would truly begin. Her laughter lit a fire inside him, and his grin was concealed by his body in front of her.
Her arms so warm around his waist sent another rush through his body, brought on by the reality of what they were doing. She held him, trusted him, atop the steed, to take her to a beautiful place. "Really now?" he asked in his soft way. His voice held a teasing tone, but what she she'd spoken made the fire burn brighter. She never seemed to say anything wrong; there was a sweet music about her words. He softly tapped the horse's ribs with his heels and the beast started steadily into the snowy forest. His hooves stirred snow and dead leaves, adding the sound of whispered movement as they rode deeper into Arachnea's Revenge. In front of him, resting against the horse's neck, Kansas' old satchel jangled with its questionable contents. He readjusted it so that it would not make so much noise. "His name is Lexington. I hope you don't mind that he'll be joining us," Kansas rested one hand on her arm, the other grasping the dark mane. He sped their pace just a tad. "Are you doing all right, baby? We're getting close."