12-19-2011, 08:56 AM
Her form slid clumsily down from his towering heights bringing a quick sigh of longing from him. He preferred having her well within his grasp, possessive as he always was. But she didn’t leave his form, nor did she do herself any good by her mischievous little mentions. The man knew how to bath, if he was going on a mission, tracking or hunting other canine prey, bathing and getting rid of one’s scent where key. But this prospect intrigued him, never once thinking a bath could be a sensual experience. If things went as well as he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time they did this.
He smirked and then he started moving to the river. The water would be cold, which was the only thing he wasn’t quite really looking forward too. Recently the cold had been getting to him more than in previous years, feeling his bones and muscles stiffen when exposed to the elements. But if it was to be cold there would be a return to her den to warm up afterwards.
The behemoth paused a moment to look back at her a few feet away, waiting for her to join him, his hand reaching outward to grasp hers if it was offered. The need to feel connected to her surfacing again, not wanting to be separated from her for any amount of time.
He smirked and then he started moving to the river. The water would be cold, which was the only thing he wasn’t quite really looking forward too. Recently the cold had been getting to him more than in previous years, feeling his bones and muscles stiffen when exposed to the elements. But if it was to be cold there would be a return to her den to warm up afterwards.
The behemoth paused a moment to look back at her a few feet away, waiting for her to join him, his hand reaching outward to grasp hers if it was offered. The need to feel connected to her surfacing again, not wanting to be separated from her for any amount of time.