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His words rushed at her, filling the gap between them and bouncing between their bodies with its undeniable energy and meaning. She savored them for what they were: confessions of feelings they had both been developing but had hardly been aware of. That they were true she did not question, Nayru knew the moment they were spoken they were genuine but the girl did not need the reassurance. Even when they were apart Nayru had never questioned Gideon's loyalty to her, whether it been in friendship or love. He was her rock. He always had been. Always would be.
As the man pulled her tiny body into him, Nayru let herself melt against his touch. For all the careful control Nayru normally kept herself under, the woman let herself turn into putty in the large ebony hands, pliable and conforming. She moved where he moved her and was content to be there. As he buried his nose into her silky fur, she did the same, digging the tip of her nose into the top of his head. The smell was familiar and yet she tried to inhale as much of it as possible, hoping that it would saturate her brain and stay there long after the man and her parted ways whenever that time came. His lifted his muzzle then and found her's, and she accepted the affection and returned it gentle enthusiasm, deadly fangs chewing softly along his lower jaw.
Then she lowered her head, leaning in against his chest, face hidden from the man. For a long time she stayed silent as his fingers danced slow circles on her back--electric energy that was completely foreign but pleasurable to the petite lady. Arms wrapped around his body, she spoke muffled into his fur once more. "Beyond forever Gideon." What was forever and could anyone last that long? "Beyond forever." If anyone could, surely it was they two.
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