table © Alaine
ooc: kick me.
wc: 337
His soft touch lulled her worries, and the woman nuzzled into his palm, enjoying the feeling of those tender fingers caressing her face. The soft words reassured her once more, and Alaine nodded meekly in agreement. She slid against him as the golden male shifted to straddle her on the mattress, unable to stop from blushing as he gazed down at her with those intent blue eyes. The Apothecary could only imagine how she might look, flustered and wanton, still flushed with the afterglow of their wild passion.
The woman could feel him still inside her, but after a moment the new lovers parted slowly, his lips seeking hers in a final tender kiss. In the back of her mind, Alaine realized that the whole hotel might have heard their reckless lovemaking, and that she herself was now clothed in his scent, but she simply couldn't conjure up the frame of mind to care. The golden youth settled beside her, and she could hear his slowed breathing, and felt the warm heaviness of sleep slowly begin to steal over her own limbs. Tilting her face to watch him, a small smile played across the woman's pixie-slender maw, her forest-green eyes shuttered with a gradually lowering frame of thick ebony lashes. Because his body had now left hers a slight chill pervaded the hazy air, and the woman instinctively snuggled closer to his innate body heat, the golden wolf's fur gathering more warmth to his muscular body than her own silken collie pelt. One arm laced over the male's chest, fingers tracing delicate and imaginary designs over the hard muscle there.
To the male's soft question, floppy chocolate ears perked slightly, and a soft thrumming purr laced her throat. There was no way she would allow him to leave now, not when they'd already gone so far to break down the foreign beauty's borders regarding physical content. She offered him no reply, simply snuggled closer to that alluring body warmth, and allowed twin emerald to slowly drift closed.
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