Set in early evening.
Ever is 47 days pregnant and lightly showing.
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Small, fragile, sere hands gripped pearl white fingers, squeezing gently and pulling in her direction. Soft footfalls echoed damply and then silenced gradually as the two lovers moved by quickly. Leaves shifted on the ground under their weight, making unsure ground. The shadows were lengthening between the thick trunks of spruce and the early afternoon light created golden speckles along the forest floor through the tree canopy. Each step took them deeper into the darkening woods behind the beach, surrounding them with bird song and softer animal noises, leaving the melody of the sea behind.
Ever stopped suddenly, her dark sky blue dress swaying in a complaint with the halt of motion. Ocean eyes turned to set on disheveled ones, shadowy fingers reaching up to touch the black and white face of the man. Her thumb danced faintly along Ezra’s cheek bone and down to his jaw, barely leaving a trace of her pressure. Before she reached his muzzle or onward to his neck she began backing away into the shadows before emerging in a clearing.
Strictly speaking, where the girl now stood, could hardly be called a clearing. It was misshapen with brightly tinted leaves adorning branches sticking towards them like greedy fingers in all directions. Along the edges were stumps and a few fallen trees, the trunks half dilapidated after years of solitude. Ever placed her hands on the bi-colored man barely grazing into his chest fur with her claws before she was swept away as if on the breeze. She ended up on the other side of the clearing, where she gracefully bowed before her mate and stripped herself of the clothing that would only succeed in slowing her down. Ribs showed through lamb-fur despite the slight bump forming in her abdomen area, still slight enough to be pleasant to the eye.
“Teach me, Ezra,”
The silver hybrid said to the forest air. Until then, she hadn’t uttered a word. Talking had never been her strong point.
“Come at me,”
Ever said again, tilting her head and giving out an amused expression. She knew she must have looked innocent, vulnerable, standing in the dying sunlight with a stomach barely protruding with the man’s life. Her sweet, melodic voice was soon over taken with miniscule rustles and the sounds of flapping only heard by sensitive ears.
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