He could feel the tight roiling of his stomach deep in his body, a tangible feeling that caused his muscles to tense up in preparation for the violent expelling of the stomach contents in just a few moments. The rhythmatic gulping of fresh night air was doing its best to combat the nauseating feelings that hadn't been there the moment before. Creamy paws gripped his thighs tighter, forcing the bile that was rising in his throat back down. He didnt want to throw up and it would look wretched in the morning if anyone else were to find a pile of vomit where he hadn't been able to hold his alcohol. As another wave of nausea rushed through him, Saul allowed a soft whine to escape his throat. He didn't like this feeling and it wasn't particularly fun to be doubled over trying to hold in vomit. His tail tucked pitifully between his legs as one last gulping breath seemed to settle him.
Cinnamon backed ears however, picked up the delicate murmur and he picked himself up. It had been his name that had been called, and the only voice of such a timbre belonged to Lilin. His reaction was automatic- the racing of his heart, the raised temperature, the fluttering feeling in his stomach and the searing heat in his groin. Logically, he knew that was he felt was wrong. It didn't matter how far apart they were in terms of their family tree, they still were cousins. But at the same time, no-one had ever made him feel like that. Siku had been his first real experience with affection, emotion, attraction. And while he'd felt himself harden whenever she was close, it wasn't the same as what he felt now. The need, the urge to be near her was so strong that he'd begun moving as soon as he heard her voice. His tail automatically swung back and forth, a curling smile on his lips. He rounded the corner, green eyes dark and hooded, as he saw her standing uncertain and unsteady by her door.
"Lilin" He murmured in return, his voice low and husky as he moved forward, a little less unsteady on his feet as before. He couldn't help the flirtatious grin that slipped across his lips as he stopped in front of her, much taller than she was. He didn't notice his hand raise, fingers curled to brush her cheek before rising to her ear, giving it a playful flick before quickly stepping backwards and out of her personal space.
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