table © Alaine
ooc: well, i did it anyway. and if we don't end up needing it, i'll just remove it again c:
A sense of shame shrouded the young male. He feared he had insulted her with his confusion, with his lack of understanding for her wants and her 'cost'. But a swift glance from sky blue eyes noted that her own ruby gems remained frivolously intrigued, that sensual smile still curving about her maw. With serpentine grace, the lady stepped forward to close the gap between them, slowly, steadily, as if to move too fast would send him scurrying away.
In truth, it probably would have. But she was careful, now, her voice soothing and lulling him once more, such that the slate wolfdog's muscles jumped incessantly, but he remained statue still.
This time, her touch did not deflect him, although the youth's pectoral quivered with repressed energy beneath her cool, small palm. Those sky-blue eyes pleaded down at her, filled with a need he could not comprehend. The creamy hue of her hand was nearly lost in the silky ivory fur of his chest. Caillen took a deep breath, his eyes still swallowed by the rubies of her own, that light pressure on his chest rising and falling with the motion of his swelling lungs.
Relax... Relax. She wants you to relax. The trees cooed softly, his floppy hark flicking back towards the babble of their voices. Relax! Little fool, little fool...
"... Lady?"
He sounded slightly breathless, that voice husky and full of questions. The warmth of her body hummed across to him, but Caillen remained stone still, as if to move would be to break the spell of her intoxicating tune, her bewitching gaze. The sunlight was bleary between the trees overhead, casting distorted dapples over the mismatched pair below.
Speak think walk
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