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You’re fine!
500+
As she pulled away, the cold air rushed in to rob her of his warmth, and it slipped away even as she tried to keep it. The air’s breath brushed between them like a sigh, a sigh of one dying and accepting it. The woad-marked warrior refrained from releasing such a sound, and she turned her white eyes away as he apologized, for in that apology, there was a strange finality. That finality that she felt was somehow knew, and yet, it was all too familiar. She was silent for a moment as she lowered herself to sit in the cold earth, as if in defeat. And yet she knew not who had defeated her, or how she had been defeated. And yet, she felt as if it were so, as if some beast had thrown her down and pinned her to the cold earth with a blade in her shoulder. She released a soft breath as his muzzle brushed against her mane, and she looked up as the chocolate Lilium spoke again. Her gaze was slow, however, and only finally, after a long moment, did she bring her gaze to meet his blue eyes.
"I understand," the alto melody replied at length. But it was a lie—the first lie, perhaps, that she had expressed. She did not understand why, and yet, she thought she did. She had seen the conflict rising within him, and she knew that such conflict resided with thoughts concerning his mateship. But that had never stopped him before, had never held him back. Perhaps, she thought, with pups squirming in the golden wolf’s stomach, he was seeking to change something. But why, and she wondered again, why must he begin with her? Why not with someone else? Why had he bothered to come at this hour of the night only to reject her? The female did not understand his logic.
But perhaps she was being illogical. Perhaps she was being selfish. And so she did not allow him to see her disappointment, her discontentment, for she did not wish to encourage the conflict within him. She saw the self restraint and self control that struggled to change him, and she did not want to break them (or did she?). And so she hid her thoughts from him and merely smiled, and it came easy knowing that it was for his benefit.
And yet, she was not surprised that he could not. Somehow, it made sense to her in her rational mind. That night beneath the light of the full moon had been of simple and pure lust. Perhaps she had been the only one who had desired something more—nothing quite so binding as the mateship that now bound the chocolate and cream male, but something more still.... But there was nothing more to be had, and she could accept that. Perhaps if she had known nothing, it would have been easier to accept. But she learned that night of the art of making love, and one did not forget such things. The body would soon hunger for it. Just as it did now. And the warrior laughed at herself, for she was a martial artist, and she should have required no other art.
The female regarded her superior. Perhaps he had come to her to challenge himself, and perhaps he had won. But if he returned, she did not think that she would refuse him, for she did not hold any bitterness or resentment for his choice. Rising, the female’s tail flickered behind her. The black fae was unsure of what more could be said or done, for he had already completed his task. She tilted her head slightly but was silent. Perhaps there was something else.
You’re fine!
500+
As she pulled away, the cold air rushed in to rob her of his warmth, and it slipped away even as she tried to keep it. The air’s breath brushed between them like a sigh, a sigh of one dying and accepting it. The woad-marked warrior refrained from releasing such a sound, and she turned her white eyes away as he apologized, for in that apology, there was a strange finality. That finality that she felt was somehow knew, and yet, it was all too familiar. She was silent for a moment as she lowered herself to sit in the cold earth, as if in defeat. And yet she knew not who had defeated her, or how she had been defeated. And yet, she felt as if it were so, as if some beast had thrown her down and pinned her to the cold earth with a blade in her shoulder. She released a soft breath as his muzzle brushed against her mane, and she looked up as the chocolate Lilium spoke again. Her gaze was slow, however, and only finally, after a long moment, did she bring her gaze to meet his blue eyes.
"I understand," the alto melody replied at length. But it was a lie—the first lie, perhaps, that she had expressed. She did not understand why, and yet, she thought she did. She had seen the conflict rising within him, and she knew that such conflict resided with thoughts concerning his mateship. But that had never stopped him before, had never held him back. Perhaps, she thought, with pups squirming in the golden wolf’s stomach, he was seeking to change something. But why, and she wondered again, why must he begin with her? Why not with someone else? Why had he bothered to come at this hour of the night only to reject her? The female did not understand his logic.
But perhaps she was being illogical. Perhaps she was being selfish. And so she did not allow him to see her disappointment, her discontentment, for she did not wish to encourage the conflict within him. She saw the self restraint and self control that struggled to change him, and she did not want to break them (or did she?). And so she hid her thoughts from him and merely smiled, and it came easy knowing that it was for his benefit.
And yet, she was not surprised that he could not. Somehow, it made sense to her in her rational mind. That night beneath the light of the full moon had been of simple and pure lust. Perhaps she had been the only one who had desired something more—nothing quite so binding as the mateship that now bound the chocolate and cream male, but something more still.... But there was nothing more to be had, and she could accept that. Perhaps if she had known nothing, it would have been easier to accept. But she learned that night of the art of making love, and one did not forget such things. The body would soon hunger for it. Just as it did now. And the warrior laughed at herself, for she was a martial artist, and she should have required no other art.
The female regarded her superior. Perhaps he had come to her to challenge himself, and perhaps he had won. But if he returned, she did not think that she would refuse him, for she did not hold any bitterness or resentment for his choice. Rising, the female’s tail flickered behind her. The black fae was unsure of what more could be said or done, for he had already completed his task. She tilted her head slightly but was silent. Perhaps there was something else.