05-11-2009, 05:08 PM
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Hahah, that’s fine with me, ^=^
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The woman had offered a faint smile; she hope that were so. She hoped that she would not hinder him. While she was accustom to integrating into her plans those that she cared for, as the entirety of her pack was under her protection, she did not think that the coyote was. When she had kissed him that night, his response had been one of surprise, and his kiss in return had been simple—almost inexperienced (though not unpleasant, she thought with a smile). The woman wondered if he had ever allowed such emotions into his life. What she knew was that he was truly a lone creature, and he fought removed from his enemies. The whole world was under his protection—the innocent, at least—and he would not have sought to make that personal connection with the innocent. But then... did that make this emotion any more dangerous? Was his situation truly that different from her own, truly that unreceptive?
He responded promptly, waiting only briefly before her swiftly closed the distance between them. He kissed her, that kiss given without hesitation. For a moment the woman held back as if unwilling to accept that this was real, that the passion and desire within that kiss were real. As he pulled her to him, pulled her from the rock upon which she had been leaning, and she finally closed her eyes, kissing him back with her unrestrained passion. The woad bound fingers gripped the lapels of his coat as she pulled herself closer, intent upon completely eliminating what space was left between them. For that kiss, for his embrace, for the pounding of his heart, a wild desire rose up within her body like a dead tree suddenly ignited, rising up to her heart, quickening her pulse. The warrior leaned into that kiss; she wanted to let him know that she did love him, that she did not want to distance herself. She wanted to remain with him, and finally she understood love. She understood it all.
Cwmfen was drowning in him, succumbing to that fire within her that had been ignited by his own hands. For once she almost fell out of control, but before she could she broke the kiss as gently but as quickly as she could. She panted quietly for a moment as she pushed her muzzle against his neck and collar, her hands releasing his coat and going about his bare body. The woman was used to satisfying her desires, however few such occasions had been, but she didn’t want to force them upon him. But in all sincerity, the desire had never been so strong. Where she had never lost the control of her mind, she had almost done so now. For a moment, she simply breathed in his scent, calming the wild beating of her heart as best as she could. "I’m in love with you, Onus," the quiet melody whispered, her body still against his. "I don’t want to throw that away." She had discovered something so beautiful with him, and perhaps it would be allowed to persist.
Hahah, that’s fine with me, ^=^
500+
The woman had offered a faint smile; she hope that were so. She hoped that she would not hinder him. While she was accustom to integrating into her plans those that she cared for, as the entirety of her pack was under her protection, she did not think that the coyote was. When she had kissed him that night, his response had been one of surprise, and his kiss in return had been simple—almost inexperienced (though not unpleasant, she thought with a smile). The woman wondered if he had ever allowed such emotions into his life. What she knew was that he was truly a lone creature, and he fought removed from his enemies. The whole world was under his protection—the innocent, at least—and he would not have sought to make that personal connection with the innocent. But then... did that make this emotion any more dangerous? Was his situation truly that different from her own, truly that unreceptive?
He responded promptly, waiting only briefly before her swiftly closed the distance between them. He kissed her, that kiss given without hesitation. For a moment the woman held back as if unwilling to accept that this was real, that the passion and desire within that kiss were real. As he pulled her to him, pulled her from the rock upon which she had been leaning, and she finally closed her eyes, kissing him back with her unrestrained passion. The woad bound fingers gripped the lapels of his coat as she pulled herself closer, intent upon completely eliminating what space was left between them. For that kiss, for his embrace, for the pounding of his heart, a wild desire rose up within her body like a dead tree suddenly ignited, rising up to her heart, quickening her pulse. The warrior leaned into that kiss; she wanted to let him know that she did love him, that she did not want to distance herself. She wanted to remain with him, and finally she understood love. She understood it all.
Cwmfen was drowning in him, succumbing to that fire within her that had been ignited by his own hands. For once she almost fell out of control, but before she could she broke the kiss as gently but as quickly as she could. She panted quietly for a moment as she pushed her muzzle against his neck and collar, her hands releasing his coat and going about his bare body. The woman was used to satisfying her desires, however few such occasions had been, but she didn’t want to force them upon him. But in all sincerity, the desire had never been so strong. Where she had never lost the control of her mind, she had almost done so now. For a moment, she simply breathed in his scent, calming the wild beating of her heart as best as she could. "I’m in love with you, Onus," the quiet melody whispered, her body still against his. "I don’t want to throw that away." She had discovered something so beautiful with him, and perhaps it would be allowed to persist.