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She had known, for quite some time now, that her beau was more tuned in to feelings of love and compassion. Lilin, on the other hand, was naturally inclined to stifle them. It was a bad habit, one she had learned to occasionally discard with Saul's unfaltering love and commendable patience. Without his support and her relentless efforts, this moment would not have come to exist. The Soulstorm heir was not the least bit surprised by his sharp intake of oxygen and she only acknowledged it with an insistent rub of her muzzle against his. Lilin saw it as great strength of character, comprehending just how difficult it must have been for him to pop the question; leaving their couple's fate in her hands. For an instant, she'd had the power to breathe life into their relationship or destroy it.
His gratitude went unnoticed - her focus was everywhere else; on his body language and the manner with which he'd responded to her caress. She did look up in time to see the ear-to-ear smile present on his face, followed by the repetitive thud of his tail against the earth. The Virding was no stranger to the rumble that erupted from Saul's maw as she brushed the side of his face with a fleeting lick. She knew its meaning well. Her dichotomous receivers had perked at the sound, displaying a particular attentiveness to the actions that followed: his shuffle closer and the assertive grip around her waist. Not a word needed to be said. The fur on her back already bristled with anticipation and as he zeroed in on her lips, his newfound confidence outweighing his earlier anxiety. It was a crushing embrace - Lilin's tongue darting out and exploring the edges of her co-leader's lips, grazing his own whenever access was granted.
Her fingertrips dug into his shoulders as she positioned herself on top of her significant other, straddling his lap. It was only to catch her breath that she broke their kiss first. "Love me," she whispered breathily, hoping he would assimilate its meaning. Lilin was hell bent on making him understand her desires, and she urged him on by pressing against him; starving to be touched and aching to feel his contained arousal through the fabric of their clothes.
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