taste the night
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It was in the quietude and silent terrors of this night that she awoke, a hand resting lightly on throat to regulate the heavy breaths attempting to escape the confines of her throat. Her body had an urgent need to exhale the air detained inside her lungs. Lilin couldn't tell what was more alarming - the concoction of images tormenting her sleep or the lack of airflow rendering her weaker than a mere rat. The moment did pass but not without excessive writhing and twisting in her makeshift bed. Several times, her fingers had tightened around the pelts as if expecting Saul to magically materialize out of them and take their place. He exuded unrivaled warmth and comfort. A pang of guilt tugged at her heart as she recalled the way she constantly sought his embrace in times of distress; was she subconsciously using him? Did he see it as such?

Her inner debate was short-lived, however, when her lover's face was momentarily replaced by Barrett's, and then Ezra's. Both had been terribly close friends of hers and neither had developed a relationship of the sort with her. Surely it meant something. In all of her avoidance, Lilin came to realize she did not know what Saul thought of the whole ordeal either. Perhaps once sobered up, he had realized just how foolish of a situation they had gotten themselves into. Suddenly, the seclusion from her hut became too much to withstand. She couldn't tell what time it was from her current location but she could only assume they were halfway through the night from the familiar nightly cricket noises outside.

She didn't know what to tell him nor how he would react to her sudden intrusion, especially after nearly two weeks of eluding each other. But she knew that Temeraire was having a sleepover at Ezra's, which gave her enough of a reason to seek his father out and resolve certain issues while he was currently unaccompanied. The breeze outside was cool and pleasant, combing through strands of disheveled locks and caressing one of the pareos she'd hastily wrapped around her waist before exiting her hut. Pushing the deer skin aside, revealing her desire's sleeping body sprawled out on several pelts, Lilin allowed an anxious breath to pass her lips before she crouched low and practically crawled over to his side. She'd had every intention of waking him up and providing an explanation to him, but the serene look adorning his facial features made her decide against it rather quickly. Instead, she allowed her form to curl up against his; her back melting against his chest.




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-screaming fangirl-



Saul Chibi is by Requiem!

The delicate press of her body against his was a comfort, even if he could feel himself growing hotter and harder in all the wrong places. Or perhaps the right places, if there was anything right about their situation. The delicious tickle of her fur against his hand, resting easily on her waist and pulling her closer, caused him to hum softly, a grin on his lips as he looked down into fathomless blue eyes. The sunlight surrounding them gave them new depth, brought out the brown in her wild curls, highlighted the curves of her body in just the right way. And the backdrop to their forbidden tryst was a peaceful, sunny meadow, undisturbed by those who would certainly not understand. Because there was nothing but love, lust and an acceptance that this thing between them was utterly right. It was as natural as breathing to lean down, his nose grazing softly against hers as his tongue danced along her lips, a taunting edge to the caress that he had longed to give for so long. There was a bittersweetness to this meeting that both of them couldn't deny- they would leave here once more and she would go back to pretending as though he didn't exist. He couldn't bring himself to resent this meeting however- she had finally come to him, her little body eager and pliable as he'd moved them through the forest, twirling and stealing kisses at every turn. Her eyes lit up with arousal and he allowed a crooked grin to light up his face, strong fingers sliding the straps from her dress from her shoulders, a soft shudder racing through his body as she was revealed. A low, aroused growl rumbled in his chest as he took another kiss, hands gripping her hips almost desperately as he lifted her, fitting her around his waist and pressing her against--


His dream was interrupted as a blast of cold air caused him to stir softly, not enough to fully wake and open his eyes, but enough to make him aware of his surroundings once more. He remained as he was, sprawled out on the furs that made his bed, one arm flung out to the side while the other rested over his face. A shuddering breath caught him, perhaps suggesting that he was waking, before he settled his head back down. His body, however, seemed to understand that there was someone there and he remained in a semi-conscious state, able to hear what was going on in his hut but not awake enough to respond. He listened, catching the subtle rustle of fur on fur, the slow movement towards him. He shifted, rolling onto his side almost as if to meet the little body fitting against him. As her body tucked against his, he automatically removed his hand from his head, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her closer to his, perhaps conveniently, naked body, subtly pressing her closer to his groin.


At exactly the same time, consciousness snapped back and he froze, realising what he'd just done. Green eyes snapped open, panic and sleep clouding them. Luckily, he was met with the wall of Lilin's hair, which also confirmed the identity of his midnight visitor. He forced himself to relax, to not react to his subconscious arousal to the female. Instead, he nosed into her hair, breathing in her scent. He hadn't fully accepted just how much he'd missed her, his arms aching to completely encase her and pull her closer. The silence was not uncomfortable, but he knew that this was no ordinary reunion. Where have you been? He asked, his voice thick with sleep. He referred not only to her recent break from their camp, but her absence in the camp altogether since they had kissed. Perhaps not having to look at him properly would tempt her to remain truthful and pliant in her answers.

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She hadn't known what to expect. On that fated night, everything she'd wrongfully assumed about Saul (and how predictable of a man he could be) had been shamefully exiled to another time and place. While this added to their relationship's excitement, piquing her curiosity at every turn; it also scared her to think that, as much as he'd had enough courage to kiss her, the same courage could be applied to outright rejection. Insecurities were endless but not strong enough to surpass her need for an emotional and physical connection, right then and there. If he decided otherwise, she would understand and take her leave. But given his slow reaction, the premeditated stir in his sleepy trance and the creamy hand that traced its way down to her waist; Lilin knew there wouldn't be much explaining to do in order to redeem herself.

The tension in her body mimicked his, escalating dramatically as she too, was seemingly struck with the realization that her buttocks gently pressed against his groin. It had taken very little guidance for the male to redirect her in a way that pleased them both immensely; as subconsciously as it had been done, her acceptance was just as intuitive. There she rested, perhaps a little too stiffly in the encasement that his arms constituted. Minutes ago, the Soulstorm heir had struggled to get air back into her lungs and now, the exact opposite ocurred as she held her breath. The feel of her hair being parted by Saul's muzzle was enough to make her exhale shakily, her breath resounding in the night's silence. Thankfully, he spoke first and brought their already derailing situation back to a more serious note.

Although Lilin was not a particularly secretive creature, her personal business rarely found its way to the ears of others. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been questioned, especially if it concerned her whereabouts. It took several moments for her mind to process that Saul, especially after the intimacy they'd shared, was now entitled to know as much. She accepted that, but it didn't make answering his inquiry any easier. Pursing her lips together, painfully aware of how difficult it would be to put her thoughts into words, she allowed a few elusive words to be murmured into the quiet air; as if afraid anyone would overhear. ''Around, I guess,'' she started, knowing well enough Saul would have none of it. ''Salsola for a day.'' With a sigh, her own hand captured his in a tight grip, nearly choking on the words he was truly waiting on. ''I needed time to think about us. We shouldn't be-'' she huffed, flattening her ears and dropping her voice even lower. ''doing these things to each other.''




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-chews-



Saul Chibi is by Requiem!

He couldn't help but feel the tension in her body, the high set of her shoulders and the stiff way in which she held herself was testament to the anxiety coursing through her. His mind still clouded softly with sleep wanted nothing more than for her to relax against him, for her to accept whatever it was between them, but he knew that wasn't going to happen in a moments notice. What was going on between them was such a foreign land, for both of them, that they were both afraid of what it was. The exhaling of a shaky breath made him smile softly, his nose still buried eagerly into her hair. The hut was silent, an apt representation for their relationship in the past few weeks. Troubled, he allowed his head to rest back on the ground, his outstretched arm curling around to encase her fully. It would be up to her now to answer his softly spoken question, a small jab into the vast expanse that was their relationship at current.


Her words came, reluctant, almost petulant as if she wasn't used to answering to anyone. His lips twitched softly, understanding her deliberate dodge of the question, or perhaps her inability to answer it. She had been 'around'. Well, Saul himself had been around, he'd met a few more people. But Niernan, Bran and Ezra had still seen as much of Saul as they had before- it was Lilin who had been missing. About to retaliate, he opened his mouth in time for Lilin to reveal a tiny bit more about where she'd been. Salsola was an unknown force- Saul knew that they were a pack close to Ichika, over the mountains, but he knew next to nothing about it. Why did you run away from me? He questioned, imploring softly and trying not to make it sound like a demand. He could feel the possessiveness in his body, the need to keep her to himself. He also knew she would have none of it, but there was certainly something about her that made him want to possess her.


She was speaking before he'd fully asked his question, her hand gripping his and giving him a little hope that she might not be pulling away from him. Of course, her words were an entirely different story and he winced softly when she finally managed to tell him what was on her mind. He understood, but there was a certain stubbornness not to believe what he knew to be wrong. Who says its wrong? He questioned, tightening his hand over hers where she'd grabbed him. I've never felt this way about anyone... it feels so right to me. He confessed, glad for the cover that her back created. He would have said these things to her face, but admitting that there was something special about her, to her face, would have been hard. There was so much he wanted to say to her, so much he wanted to make her understand, but it was an impossible feat when he hadn't even begun to sort through it in his own mind. He wouldn't have been able to start, let along get across the magnitude of his feelings for her. With a soft sigh, he leaned forward, tongue flicking out to lick her ear gently, trying hopelessly to make her understand that he didn't feel wrong in this moment.

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Her muzzle twitched lightly with badly concealed annoyance, hidden away by the shadowy ambiance. Lilin was visibly stung and perplexed by his refutative inquiry. Thankfully though, for both of them, their emotions were permitted to seep through in the obscurity Saul's hut had to offer. "I didn't run." she countered poorly, her tone of voice raising just above her usual murmurs in order to defiantly prove her point. She had needed time to think, away from potential distractions, but running had not once crossed her mind. The conversation moved on before either of them could dwell on the subject and that was a relief in itself. She, however, wasn't too sure if this new direction they were heading in was any better.

Saul was far from daft; he knew what she had meant but denial plagued his mind. She'd had time to think things through, to assess right and wrong; advantages and disadvantages. He hadn't, or he simply didn't want to. Debating a point that she agreed with, showing better judgement when her heart pleaded ortherwise was a horrible feeling. "Would you be as lenient if Niernan was courting your sister? What about when Teme comes of age and he starts asking questions?" she retaliated then, easily selecting two examples out of so many scenarios. Surely he understood. It was her turn to wince when the second part of his answer finally sank in; realization hitting her like a ton of bricks.

"What feels right? Lust?" she quipped then, one of her main fears resurfacing unintentionally. Was she the cure to his loneliness? They resided in a testosterone filled campground; she was the only distraction. In different circumstances, would he have approached her all the same? No matter how obstinate she might have been at that very moment, Lilin did nothing to stop his tongue from washing over her right ear. She did not push him away, for she feared it would be the last time he would touch her after this conversation.



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-chews-



Saul Chibi is by Requiem!

The soft lull of their voices, calming and gentile in the hush of the hut, was a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. She didn't know what he'd come after her, when she'd left for a few days. She didn't realise the utter panic as he'd left the camp, following her trail instinctively and without thought. Her body remained relaxed, although he could almost feel the annoyance around them as he asked her why she ran away. He supposed he could have phrased it better- he had meant why had she hidden from him, avoided him, taken a trip away and not told anyone. Her voice turned petulant, a blatant denial and raised just slightly so that he would understand she meant it. He snorted, a soft rustle of air through his nose. He wasn't laughing at her, but the release of breath through his nose was his way of letting it go. They would not get anywhere tonight if he pursued this argument- not to mention that he didn't want to break the careful serenity surrounding them in that second. He didn't want her to leave him again, didn't want to feel the oppressive weight of something missing, when she was right across the fire from him.


Still, he should have known better than to answer her with something sentimental. Lilin had a logical mind, which would usually only be sated by logical explanations and Saul throwing his feelings at her wasn't going to cut it. Curled around her, it was easy to feel the stress and tension in her little body as he voice rose once more, reasoning perfect. He winced once more, his stomach clenching in fear and anxiety when her troubles hit home. He might not have been able to figure out what was going on with them, or what was going on in his own mind, but he knew that the reason he stayed awake at night worrying. Her thoughts were in tune with his own, even if he hadn't fully realised it. And he knew that he didn't have an answer for her- he had no way to tell her that it would be okay, and that they shouldn't think about others, it was themselves they should think about. He didn't know how to tell her any of this, he didn't know what to say.


When Teme asks questions, I will tell him the truth.


He stated simply instead, his voice still hushed and soft. Her worries were real, tangible things that he had no idea how to overcome, and that set his teeth on edge, his stomach churning painfully in fear and tears to sting his eyes. He felt her wince against him as he spoke of his feelings. Pain lanced through his body at her accusation, hurting but alighting an anger in him that was rarely seen. Without warning, he shifted, moving his body away from hers and therefore allowing her body to lay flat. He moved swiftly, shifting his body over hers, supporting his weight on his hands either side of her head, his knees resting on the outside of her thighs. How can you say that? What I feel for you has... no words. No words Lilin. I can't even describe to myself what you mean to me. He spoke forcefully, anger and fear lacing his words uncomfortably. Green eyes were burning, the anxiety and the desperation to make her see that she was wrong. As quickly as it had come, his anger dissipated and dropped his head softly. I followed you, when you left. I came to find you, but I lost you. I panicked... He admitted, voice low and shaking with shame. Green eyes were fixed on her stomach, stretched out beneath him and he stayed there, head hung, shoulders bowed with the inability to make this right.

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Instant regret washed over her as accusations were thrown about; the pain she'd just inflicted on him was uncalled for and gratuitous. Their predicament made her head reel to the point where his chest pressing against her back became her focal point; her source of comfort. The Soulstorm heir could not have foreseen the brusque movement on his part, his abrupt removal from their serene proximity. Suddenly the night air felt colder against her body and their roles reversed; it was her turn to show signs of dread and agitation. Was he leaving? This became a fear of great magnitude; although she had expected to coax some kind of reaction out of her beau, him releasing her this quickly had not been part of her plan. With timed precision, she followed the fluctuation in his body by rolling onto her back- propping herself up lightly on her elbows and readying herself to protest.

''Where are y-'' she paused immediately, letting the remainder of her words rumble in the back of her throat when his massive body realigned itself on top of hers. She froze as he spoke, his explanation becoming a faint hum in the background. Her foremost preoccupation was the dominance he unabashedly exerted; the way his limbs acted as pillars around her body. Lilin was caged in, anchored in place; and while she did not fear him, her caribbean orbs went wide with bewilderment. The initial shock passed and her brain finally registered the distress controlling his actions, the pained look clouding his glazed irises, and his tone of voice. While his revelation made little sense from a logical standpoint, Lilin understood it this time. She would have struggled just as much to explain if he'd asked. Even now, although he'd taken the first steps and openly shared his feelings, she didn't know how to respond to them. ''I'm sorry,'' she offered genuinely, wanting to soothe the agony she'd created.

''I just needed time to think, I didn't meant to hurt you. I'm so sorry,'' she blurted then, shaking her head miserably before she allowed her own two pools of blue to fill with unshed tears. Both of her arms snaked around his upper body then, resting lightly on his back. It was the only thing she dared to do; hoping it would be enough to provide the little comfort he needed. ''I'll always come back, I promise.''



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Saul Chibi is by Requiem!

Her verbal protests were received and catalogued, a smug part of his brain relishing the fact that she was protesting the move in his body. The larger part was of course raging that she had accused him of being single-minded, as well as being unbelievably frustrated that he couldn't work out what to do with this situation. Her protesting fizzled to silence as his body raised over hers, dominating, encasing them in a bubble of anxiety. He felt her freeze, the tensing of her muscles and her eyes fixing on his, unwilling to move away. It would have been so easy to lean down, capture her mouth with his, kiss her until she forgot her name. But the more logical part of his mind told him firmly that that wasn't a good idea. His words were spoken, anger and fear colouring them and green eyes were glazed with these feelings, on display as always. He'd always had problems with his shockingly expressive expressions and eyes- it was near impossibly to hide things from those who knew him well. And Lilin was beginning to know him better than any. The insecure, passionate man that had been knocked back enough to be completely unsure on how to act in these situations.


Her voice was surprisingly stable, her words simple but effective. Her body had raised from the ground when he'd first moved over her, and he'd allowed his head to drop, enough so that it rested just above her chest- their fur touching but no weight put even though he felt as though he needed the contact. Her voice was genuine, but there was a soothing quality to which she spoke that made him feel more guilty. He'd gotten angry at her, knelt over her in a dominating pose and now she was apologising. His own apology rushed up in his throat like bile and he was about to apologise for his behaviour, when she spoke again. The tiniest dip of his head caused his forehead to connect with her chest, a gesture that was not sexual, it was something of a support, a plea for her to see that they were both hurting. He couldn't help, however, the soft groan as her arms snaked around his body, the shake of his arms where he craved to lay down properly on her, to feel her beneath him. With a shaky breath, he raised his head from her chest, green eyes meeting blue as she made her promise.


Lili, I'm sorry. I don't know what it is between us, I don't know how to deal with it. He spoke barely above a murmur, trying to make her see that his intensity came from his confusion and frustration about their relationship. A hand raised, taking all his weight on his other arm, as he attempted to stroke her cheek softly, a thumb rubbing just underneath her eye. I don't want to not be able to see you, speak to you, for two weeks after this night. The question was clear in his tones- would she retreat into her hut again once this night was over, no matter what happened? He didn't know.

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Being this close to every inch of his body and not being able to touch him was maddening to the point of physical pain. It was excruciating and it felt as though it would never, ever go away. There was no better example of a greater struggle between mind and body- she'd never experienced anything like it before and it almost made her want to cry out in desperation. His breath ruffled her fur just above her pareo, warm and inviting - it was outright tantalizing and completely unconscious on his part. She'd come to him out of gut instinct; she had no goals, no speech prepared - initially, all she'd wanted to do was to feel his body next to hers. Realization washed over her when his forehead connected with her chest though; on this night, she would forfeit morality and follow her heart. Perhaps, not in a wholly conscious way, she'd known all along.


There was no need for an apology; she sincerely had not been vexxed by the authoritative posture he had adopted. In her mind, they were equals and both of them had succumbed to their own emotions. Neither of them were blameworthy. "I wish I knew," she countered distantly, visibly lost deep in thought. What could they do? Pretend their relationship was normal and live a lie? Meet up like this every night and hide it from the rest of the world? His slight shift in position brought her out of it just in time to accept his gentle caress; almost immediately, she had caved in and pressed her cheek against his palm. It might not have been much from an outsider's point of view, but it certainly meant the world to her. "I'm not going anywhere. Let's take it one day at a time." she concluded, hoping it would reassure him and tame whatever insecurities preying upon him.


While he had the upper hand in his current domineering position, the entirety of his weight rested solely on his one arm and that gave the two-toned femme enough initiative to finally apply a slight pressure on the small of his back, anything that would bring him down to her level - anything to feel his body melt against hers. "I'm here right now. Lie with me."



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[476]
-chews-



Saul Chibi is by Requiem!

His body fought hard against his mind, the need to touch her, to cover her body with his own losing to the thoughts that he might hurt her, that he might make her feel trapped. He remembered their passionate kiss, the press of her body against his and the desperate way in which they kissed. He remembered her retreat, the shock in her eyes and he thought that perhaps it was because she'd felt trapped by the intensity with which he kissed her. Hovering over her body now was torturous for both of them- his legs were thrumming with the strain of keeping his weight even and balanced so that he wouldn't fall on her. Green eyes were soft though, a tentative smile quirking his lips as he looked down at her, hair splayed out like a halo around her head, cushioning, framing. Her mouth parted, her words distant and it was clear she was deep in thought.


Me too. He murmured softly, his voice low and husky. His hand moved over her cheek, finger tips ghosting along her cheekbones and thumb rubbing beneath her eye. He didn't miss the press of her cheek against his palm, the immediate response to his caress that caused his smile to widen into a grin. Her voice was soft in his ears, a balm to his inner worries and insecurities and he nodded softly in agreement. One day at a time is all I can ask. He agreed, fingers still stroking her cheek softly. He shifted, moving his fingers into her hair to rub her scalp softly before tracing down her neck and back up again. He couldn't help himself, and if he couldn't lay down properly with her, he could at least touch her with his hands.


He hadn't realised her want for contact, hadn't realised the desperation in which she needed to feel him. Her hands, still resting on his back, slipped down, causing a shiver to race up his spine. Her small hand, so delicate, pressed insistently on the small of his back, her words almost pleading with him. She commanded him and he could do nothing but obey. His knees slipped away from her thighs spreading out instead of straightening up so that he at least didn't have the weight of his legs on her as well. His groin however rested over her own, a tantalising tease that caused him to groan softly. His torso flattened against hers, arms moving to a more pleasing position- still either side of his head, but his forearms laid out flat to take a little bit more weight away from her. They were pressed so close together and it felt amazing. This feels so good Lili... He whispered, so softly against her ear that she might not have heard him if the hut hadn't been utterly silent.

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They had reached an understanding, finally. Although they hadn’t specifically produced an arrangement; their feelings for one another were evident, out in the open, and clear as day. Even that brought about its fair share of confusion; were they a couple or simply lovers? Little details as such would eventually surface but she would deal with them when the time came. Nitpicking at every little thing could ruin their poise and given the fact that they’d just made significant process, Lilin was simply content knowing they were on the same page. The feel of his fingers combing through her hair acted as a numbing agent, contributing to the drowsiness settling over her and ultimately, causing her eyelids to droop every so often. The dulling sensation amplified whenever his fingers made it to the back of her ears only to provide the opposite effect when tracing down her neck; leaving tiny sparks in their wake.

Her desires became his passion and her needs were all he cared about. Her beau’s actions followed her guiding hand, adjusting his body to a less strenuous position. As he slowly lowered himself to her, Lilin did not remain inert; one of her legs found an opening and slipped in between both of his- aiming to recreate a more natural embrace and consequently alleviate the amount of stretching done on his part. She didn’t know whether to comment on his attentiveness or not; it was sweet in nature, something she wasn’t quite accustomed to in her everyday life. Saul treated her like a delicate piece of china, as if expecting her to break at any given moment. There were significant physical differences between the two lovers but she could handle the extra weight. “You think too much,” she chastised light-heartedly, although it was her inwardly struggling to keep calm after becoming vaguely aware that the fabric of her beach pareo had ridden up her thighs from their change in position.

It was still there to provide some sort of barrier but it was resting a good few centimeters or so higher than it had previously been, and she could only hope it wouldn’t be as evident to him as it was to her. Their hip-to-hip proximity heightened his curves; that fact alone, paired with his instant groan, was enough to trigger a feverish degree of pleasure. He didn’t have to tell her how good it felt; the way her fingers dug into his shoulders was proof enough. She nodded regardless, to provide him with at least some sort of acquiescence whilst momentarily at a loss of words. It took every bit of self-control to stop herself from bucking her hips; yearning for so much more, not completely understanding why she couldn’t feel sated no matter how close they got. “How far did you follow me?” she murmured finally, giving the side of his face a gentle nudge with the tip of her nose.




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[624]
-chews-



Saul Chibi is by Requiem!

While is was correct that they hadn't verbally labelled whatever it was between them, Saul knew that they were on the same page. They both understood that this relationship was something that would take time to come to terms with, to make up in their minds that it really didn't matter if they shared ancestors. A small part of Saul already accepted that there was nothing he could do about the feelings he had for her, while a larger part still wrestled with the implications of what they were doing. At this very moment in time, they understood each other in an instinctual way, and no words needed to be passed between them to try and define anything in this moment. They simply were, and Saul revelled in the feeling of just being with her, of laying on top of her, feeling her body beneath his. He couldn't help the soft hum of pleasure from his lips as she shifted her body with his.


Her leg slipped between both of his, making their embrace much easier and more natural. With a grin, he allowed his legs to straighten out, laying flat against the ground and encasing the leg she had slipped between his own. His knees still remained bent to take off a little weight, but it would certainly look from the outside as though they were one person, tangled close together. Cinnamon backed ear twitched forward as she chastised him, a grin spreading over his lips at her light-hearted tone. It was nice to hear it from her, when their conversation had been harsh just moments before. That I do. Perhaps you can find a way to shut my mind off for a while. He suggested, tipping his head to the side and allowing a teasing tone to flavour his voice.



With their bodies pressed so close together, it was difficult to tell where one body stopped and where the other started and in truth, Saul hadn't noticed her dress riding up. He, of course, was still naked and he assumed that this position would have been uncomfortable for her, she didn't seem like it though. The way her fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him down further, suggested that he wasn't close enough, not nearly enough. And he understood, the need to get so close to her that they did merge into one. Silence enveloped them, although tension resided in both bodies, the need for friction warring with their self control. It seemed Lilin had more control at the moment, as she opened her mouth and asked him a question, the gentle nudge of her nose against his cheek an encouraging movement.


I got lost and went all the way up to the Halycon Mountains. I saw Kiara, an old pack mate from Ichika, who had just had pups. Ichika is no more, they have split ways. I hunted with her and then left to see if I could find you. I went too far trying to skirt New Dawn's borders and ended up on the other side of the bay. He spoke calmly, depsite admitting that he'd followed her, which in itself was a little creepy. I found an old town in the trees, and when I looked further, I found houses partially buried in the ground. They were in tack, unlike most of the towns around here. It looked like a good place to settle with a pack. He hadn't realised that idea had slipped out. They'd discussed making a pack on their birthday party, but Saul hadn't remembered much of what they'd said. He supposed it was in his brain somewhere, manifesting in his view of the world- it had seemed like a good place to settle to him.

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There was peace and comfort in the midst of immorality. It was hard to tell what time it was but Lilin could only assume their time together was steadily coming to an end; soon, the first rays of sunlight would undoubtedly rouse the children from their slumber and Temeraire would likely seek his father out. She couldn't risk being there when that moment came, although she wanted nothing more than to drift off to sleep in his comforting embrace; the one place where she felt invincible. Her eyelids drooped with wishful thinking and surely enough, she found herself mulling over a time where they wouldn't have to hide any longer. It was his suggestion, soft and full of mischief, that extracted a weary smile from her lips. Providing him with an answer was best avoided in this situation, knowing that neither of them would voluntarily stop once they crossed that line. ''Saul, spend a night with me,'' she offered then, her statement filled with binding promises. They could find a sacred haven; a place where they wouldn't have to conceal their attraction; where the shackles of shame would not bind them any longer.


He spoke of his recent adventure then, mentioning his former pack's tragic fate and a new mother's collaboration in a hunt. She retracted from their embrace then; removing the tension from her neck by resting the back of her head against the bedding. Mediterranean blue irises sought the emerald within his eyes for signs of chagrin or distress, hoping the news hadn't affected him too roughly. ''No regrets, right?'' she questioned tentatively, reffering to his early departure from Ichika. Her hands left his upper back and slid along his arms, lightly resting on his biceps as she listened to the rest of his story. ''How many houses are there? Enough for all of us?'' It would do Niernan good to have his own place, perhaps. Bran wasn't the easiest wolf to cohabit with; mainly due to his awful snoring habits. She did her best to conceive what the shelters looked like, being partially burrowed in the ground as they were. She'd never seen such a thing. It pleased her to know they had withstood many winters and aside from some enhancements here at there (nothing Saul couldn't handle), their family could make it through the cold months without struggling as much they had anticipated.




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[510]
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Saul Chibi is by Requiem!

Their meeting had turned from a bittersweet reunion, to battling their demons, to this sweet exchange of words that caused a heavy glow to warm his belly. Although laying on top of Lilin was something he fantasised about, it was a little strange just lieing on her. Of course, he wasn't going to move away from her, his skin tingled just being this close against her. They were close and he relished this feeling of being with her, even if they were more confused about what was going on between them than ever. His fingers couldn't help their gentle caress of her cheek, diving into her hair, rubbing along her jaw. She was irresistable, especially when she had fitted herself to eagerly against him. He could see her eyelids drooping softly and he smiled softly down at her. He didn't think about his son, or the sun brightening the first bits of dawn. He did however notice her words, spoken with the heavy weight of promise that kicked his heart into gear. I'd like to spend many nights with you Lilin... but I guess I can settle for one for now. I'll find somewhere, away from all of this, for us.


He made his own promise in return, his nose brushing hers gently as he tried to lighten the mood. His words about finding Kiara and finding out that Ichika had been lost and she shifted, moved so that she was properly against the ground now, her hands slipping from his back and cupping his biceps instead. He smiled slightly before allowing his body to roll to the left, feeling the cool furs hit his body whilst still clinging onto her body. Returned to the position that they'd first encountered each other this evening. His arms were tight around her body once more and he jerked his head up at her question. No, I will never regret my decision to leave. He replied fiercly, but his voice was too soft to hold any real threat and he nuzzled her neck softly, a grin slipping over his muzzle as he thought of the odd little houses he'd discovered.


She was processing his words about him following her and he hoped she wouldn't freak out about it. She surprised him, her mouth opening to ask a question instead of admonishing him. He smiled, a soft chuckle escaping him. I'm not sure how many I counted, but there seemed to be a whole village of them. More than enough for us and anyone else who wants to join us. He said, thinking about those odd humps of earth, the secret doors in the side, the longer he looked the more. They certainly intrigued him. You're serious though? You'd want to move from here one more time, start a pack? He asked, words laced with concern and anxiety. Even though she'd just reinforced the idea that she wanted to settle, he needed some of reassurance. Fingers curled softly against her belly, unable to keep still and enjoying the feel of her body against his.

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A familiar rush of anticipation was triggered by Saul's acceptance of her request; a simple nod would have sufficed but he went far beyond her expectations. Not only did he desire her companionship as much as she desired his; her longing was countered with a promise of his own. She had no reason to doubt his word - he would indeed find the perfect Eden, this she knew. Her nose pressed against his in return, already losing herself in the future moment they would share together. Lilin was definitely overthinking all of it; her mind was running rampant and she could only thank the Gods that her beau wasn't a mindreader. ''I can hardly wait,'' she admitted coyly, a hint of badly-concealed excitement lacing her tone.


The Soulstorm heir cringed subconsciously as Saul shifted with her, momentarily taking back the warmth he'd provided until now. She had overindulged in his presence and their brief absence of concrete connection had prompted her to push back against him, urging him to take her into his arms once again. Her insistence came without restrictions this time; she felt confident in her actions, finding comfort in knowing that Saul would treat her like his queen if given the chance. ''I'm glad you did leave,'' she murmured then, in response to his fervent answer. Her head tilted back in his direction, countering his nuzzle with an amorous lick of his chin; a testament and indirect reply to his concerns.

''Saul, I would follow you anywhere. You should take us there,'' she replied, almost meekly, hoping he would catch the sincerity in her voice. There was little left to be said after that. She remained in his arms, basking in her last moments of pure joy as faint light began to pour inside; infiltrating their den through the deer skin composing the makeshift door.



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Saul Chibi is by Requiem!

Thinking about it, the press of her body against his was divine and his skin thanked him silently for their connection. After two weeks of not holding her, feeling just a small part of her even just touching her elbow, the full on touching that they shared now was absolute bliss. He found himself glancing towards the door, nose scrunched in a silent scowl as if to threaten to dawn light seeping in. Soon, they would all be awake and if Lilin was discovered in his hut, curled tightly against him, it would throw everything out in the open. He understood that they both weren't ready for that- to answer to anyone else because they couldn't yet answer each other, or define what was happening. Her voice came, slinking into their silence with coyness and Saul chucked softly. She was completely serious, despite the lilt to her tone and Saul groaned softly, a noise that was anticipation mingled with the frustration with not being able to escape now, away from everything. Well, you're just going to have to my Lili. He murmured against her skin, voice still laced with promise.


Their shift in position was a loss, but it was also necessary. He didn't want to crush her, but supporting his weight off of her for so long caused his arms to ache subtly. She shifted as he did, pressing her body firmly against his as he moved to his side once more, causing a satisfied smile to race across his lips when she pressed herself into his groin. He tried to concentrate as she expressed her happiness that he had left Ichika and he detected no shame in her confession. He nuzzled her softly, to which to turned her head and licked his chin sweetly. He returned the sentiment, tongue washing against her lips once before he replied. Me too. He stated simply, feeling the need to confirm their happiness.


Once again, his eyes were drawn to the dawn light now illuminating his doorway and he knew it was time to let her go. Subconsciously he gripped her tighter to him, almost childish in his wish to keep her there. She seemed to understand, her voice soft and breathy and he felt a glow in his belly. He nodded, cheek brushing against hers as he inhaled a lungful of her scent. In a few days, we'll go up there and I can show you around. We'll take the whole clan. He promised, snorting softly at his term for their social structure at the moment. The two of them lapsed into silence, thinking about them, thinking about going to see these houses that might serve as home sometime soon, whilst both of them kept a wary and resentful eye on the lightening doorway. They knew they were pushing it, and a few moments later, hushed goodbyes were given along with chaste kisses before she left again, hips swaying as she exited his hut. He dropped his head back, a groan escaping him as he allowed himself to close his eyes briefly, a dazzling grin across his lips.

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