butterfly with the broken wings

Selene Vansenza · 04-16-2012, 09:38 PM

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I hope she has permission to ~~steal~~ borrow one of his shirts...JUST THIS ONCE! C:<

did I also mention that Savannah likes to ramble? And that she sucks at romance? We need to make up an abbreviation for Selene and Fritz...Like--Sitz or Felene...Aah I suck.

Selene still could feel the soft and sweet kiss on her muzzle, lifting one of her hands to rest gently there, as if to keep the kiss there as long as needed. His dreamy grin was enough to have her giggle, pressing her nose to his own. Small palms gently placed themselves around his waist, finding her confidence in actually being able to hold him close, touch him softly. Crimson eyes were soft, happy and warm. Finally she could admit to having feelings for the spotted man. And did they ever feel true! The Italian was reassured by his large but gentle hands rested protectively around her slender form.

Selene didn't mind being kissed, the small gestures were greatly appreciated, liked actually. Softly, her fluffy tail brushed against the downy surface of the bed. England? London? Such a nice place...A great place actually. I've always been awkward with words...But--I love you Fritz...It seems so soon, but I don't think that matters, does it? Selene smiled softly, kissing him again on the lips, as warm and intwined as she had been. As she settled into the fluffy covers, Selene couldn't help but grin, leaning forward to kiss him once again.

(sleepytimezzzz beddybyetimez)

Her tiny body was coiled in the larger man's for most of the night, safe and warm. Before sleeping, she had thrown on one of his shirts for comfort. Hoping that he wouldn't mind. It fell almost to her knees, it was hard to turn away from the warmth, kindness, and comfort Being enveloped in his body and soft scent kept her from crying most of the night, refraining from thrashing around in sleep. Then that was it. A night of restful sleep, as familiar as it had been with Hadley. Yet the young woman didn't want to think about that. She was staying with Fritz now, pining herself for trusting ever do easily. It was all too new, too recent after her previous relationship. Selene knew that Fritz liked her, and still...Unfortunately she wasn't able to react as strongly. BUT DID SHE EVER WANT TO. YES. Not that she refused him at all. How could she explain to him that she would be eager to have him, to be just as happy. Fritz was being ever so nice, gentle and kind. Never prying, always ready to listen. If he was trying for her, he certainly was being considerate. That surprised her though, to think that someone like Fritz, as kind and to admit--attractive as he was, wanting her. It simply didn't seem to go that way.

The Italian opened her eyes and looked over at the Great Dane, fingers reaching to rub the sleep from ruddy brown gazers. Trying her hardest not to disturb him, Sel yawned and stretched. Settling back down, the chocolate hybrid yawned once more, gently huddling close for warmth. That was something she would work on. She was so frail at the moment, so tiny and breakable. Skin and bones, nothing more. It would be easy to hurt her, break her bones and body. Maybe some training once she got better, away from the fresh hurt of leaving Hadley. But it was for the best, he had wanted Ismeme anyway. Keeping together while that was all going on, would certainly lead to much more heartache. So all had to be fine. This way would be better. A small hand impulsively brushed a strand of hair from the man's face, it seemed to have slipped from its holder and out onto his visage. Fixed, that seemed to help. Selene yawned once more, whispering softly, Fritz... How she wished she slept better and later, having to awaken before someone else was rather tedious. Selene knew he cared, but did she truly care strongly for him? She loved him...Or she wouldn't be laying with him so comfortably, trustfully. If she didn't, she wouldn't have out on one of his shirts for comfort, wrap herself entirely in his scent. So she must have. Truthfully, it was a huge leap. Never did she think she would be where she was. Selene wanted to he so much better for him, prove to the spotted man that she was of value.

This was so different. Thin chocolate arms reached towards the sky in a stretch, a wide yawn escaping her coyote muzzle. Selene knew that slowly, she was weaning herself away from Hadley. But surely, that long process couldn't be allowed to hurt Fritz. Shoving her closest and most trusted known person away would not be good. And he wanted to go with her, leave Casa! He cared! Why did she not notice before? It had been a painfully crushing relationship with Hadley, never did she want to see Ismeme. Selene expected the grey woman to gloat and boast her glorifying achievement. There was much confliction in the mind of the soil toned hybrid, the young coydog knew very well that her mind shouldn't be bothering itself with the likes of Hadley or Ismeme, plus Fritz was there. So why complain and repent? Her tongue brushed gently down his neck, stopping when her muzzle moved to gently nose at one of his large hands. Whining softly, Selene buried her head beneath his hand, much like a creature pleading to be patted.

Closing bright ruby eyes, the young woman's hands gently enclosed around the corner of his shirt upon her body, this was so right! So...Perfect. Her body squirmed in delight, HE ACTUALLY CARED! Not like Hadley...Hadley once cared, but had never really openly expressed it as Fritz had. How could she ever associate the ex-slave with a lovable man, when he was spending his time in the arms of another woman? Or in the body, so to say? That was so...There was no words to express it. It simply disgusted the tawny coydog. Rumbling happily in her throat, Sel let her tongue gently brush over his face, turning her delicate muzzle up, whispering a happy Good morning.

Selene

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