wc: 5+
SoSuWriMo: 500
It was difficult to keep her breathing steadfast, but China was not alarmed. She knew this to be what she wanted. This was the contact she craved from all of them, but the contact that he alone had been willing to share. In that respect, the polar duo were strangely alike - Each missing crucial aspects of a well-rounded upbringing; Herself, restrain, and he, something greater. This was excitingly new, this soft touch, the way it make her skin prickle in delight. Pleasantly new. This was the start of something, a drive that would walk in her shadow for her entire life; The small area of uncertainty whereby this physical connection was also a mental connection to the life she had left behind. Some would call it, in no uncertain terms, a thick delivering of 'daddy issues'. China called it adventure.
He didn't seem to mind the small weight of her hand on his shoulder, and thus encouraged, she allowed slender tan fingers to traipse delicately through the pale golden fur there. Darkening eyes, pupils engorged to form a dark eclipse within the vibrant hue, leaped between his heavy gaze and the point of contact. She enjoyed the soft wiriness of his fur, for it held the wolfen plushness that her own lacked, and was in this way exotic. He was different in this way to the males she was used to, different and exciting, like the premonition of taking a new drug when one was unsure exactly of what sort of high it would produce.
However. This seemed natural progress, that his body should tip towards hers, their silhouettes drawing e'er nearer. She could hear his breath, and feel it, just - A warm spill into the crisp air, as was her own. A mingling of heated exhales enticed the lucid silence.
Slowly, tan hand slid through the fur of his shoulder, branding a path down one arm; Exploring the bunching of young muscles there, muscles not yet turned to concrete by the punishment of a hard life. He was so young, and yet, bigger in frame than her already. But what of his mind? How old was it? The thought was perturbing, and for the briefest of moments, a glitter of uncertainty gleamed in cornflower blue. Was there an age limit for this sort of Tomfoolery? Everything seemed innocent so far. Just a boy and a girl, sharing warmth and sweet breath in the secret embrace of an old mountain Glenn. Reassured, sweet smile return to entice, thick lashes lowered over slanted eyes.
As his body turned closer, her slender frame twisting to meet, that one perilous hand moved to rest above where beating heart should dwell. The pulse reminded her that he was real, not just another hallucination sprung forth from a particularly strong batch of her sister's finest stuff. The smile grew, its corners dimpled by the blush of her face. "I like you." Delicate voice sounded peculiarly breathless, but was offered with doll-like simplicity regardless.
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