The woman paid little attention to the rest of the world right now. Once she had thought the whole world was her own playground where she could bask around and do whatever the hell she wanted. Some of that old feeling seemed to be left, and she felt like a child again; thinking she was the midpoint of the world. In her world she was and the light breaths of spring passing them both while ruffling lightly in their different furs were ignored. Nothing mattered, only the confidence within her. It truly was there – existed after all despite the months of helplessness and loss. He was young and foolish; unable to hurt her. The black pupils within the ruby hues widened slightly as she resisted the urge to glance behind to make sure Samael was not sneaking up on her. She looked up at him with that devious smile dancing on greedy lips. So innocent and confused.
She was not at all thrown off when he nervously stepped away from her. Inexperience did that to you. She remembered the first male that had done anything more than to look at her. She had been a mere child, but young males could be foolish. Nothing had happened, of course, but she too had resisted when the invisible zone was invaded and another warm body came up too close. They did not know each other, but right now she knew the boy’s body better than he did. She followed with another step, though taking time; drifting slowly towards him. A light cream painted hand rose slowly along with her step; seeking a home in the rich fur on his broad chest. ”I want you to relax,” her light soprano voice confessed.