[m] they can have the world, we'll create our own

Silvano Sadira · 01-01-2012, 02:41 AM

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Giselle's easy laughter filled his ears like a beautiful chorus, mind feeling rather lofty, as though he was high. Some drug was running through his veins, he knew it. This was just far too good to be true. What kind of wondrous drug did they stick in him, what miracle elixir did they shove down his throat? It had to be some nector from the gods, it was just too beautiful to be fact. Was this all a hallucination caused by some old chemical gone wrong? Potent and powerful, it had to be coursing through his viens like wildfire, when every inch of him burned with the touch of Giselle at his fingertips. Perhaps he had landed into one of the woman's fairy tales, where the hero and heroine earned some kind of wonderful happy ending. Silvano was certainly happy to no end, especially feeling Giselle play with the hairs on his neck, and smell her sweet scent so close to his person.

He wanted to make her happy. He wanted her to be happy all the time, to feel joy, to smile in the sunlight. Silvano could see the two of them, one day, setting another picnic under the apple tree in the spring. The flowers would bloom, petals falling on his pretty mate. Perhaps there would even be a pup or two running about. Savina surely wanted grandpups to come from this union, and he knew Giselle would love having children of her own. He could tell that she loved children, her own or others. The woman would be a brilliant mother, sweet and generous. He would be the one to discipline them, and even then his hand would be light and gentle. They could be fair parents, he knew. He knew together the two of them could have beautiful children to make them both proud. Yet, Silvano was already afraid for her. She probably did not understand how they came about, or how much a mother risked in her birthing den. But surely Savina would help the woman if that time would come. Savina surely wanted grand children, and thus far none of her offspring had come close. Cambria had a mate, but two women could not bear a child without a man. Gotham might get a woman with his children, but none had come to see their grandmother, if they even existed. It was almost embarrassing, that Silvano might be the first to give their mother grandchildren.

Silvano looped some of her long, brown hair between a few fingers, drawing them away from her head as he looked at the color. In the darkness it seemed more like his own in the sunlight. It was more matte and significantly less shiny than it would be in the full gleam of day. But the setting sun colored everything rosy gold. Her pale ivory fur looked more like white gold, pale but still yellow. Buttercup yellow, even. But her eyes.. oh her eyes were still blue like a clear summer sky, even in the middle of winter as darkness began to descend. He was captivated in her clear gaze after their slight embrace. He licked her nose for good measure, letting his free hand trail down her neck to flick away rogue strands of hair.

Her question made the fire in his veins roar, because he knew the answer. His books taught him there. In the old ages of humans, marriages were sealed with a night, consummated. The man and wife would sleep together, and begin a lifetime of producing heirs. That was not their life but before this curse, this gift, pups were made in breeding seasons. And now, it anyone could have pups if their pack willed it. Now, pleasure could be found in the act once found to be only an instinctual duty. But how was he supposed to tell her what was supposed to happen? How would he tell her, explain to her what happened on a married couple's first night joined. They were mates, not married, but it was their duty. And their privilege. Wasn't it?

The Sadira had wanted it. There was no point in denying that he had desired the pale woman in his lap for days, long prior the ceremony. Weeks prior he had felt the warm tingle of longing for her. It had raced through his blood and made his fingertips eager to touch her pelt, run his fingers through her brown locks. It made his abdomen bubble with lust, his desires forced down every time. It had all been accumulating since then, especially since he knew the woman was loathe to give in to those temptations. She had slapped away his hand at her chest and blushed away any thought of trying for more. But Silvano wanted to be with her so badly, and he wanted to be with her in many ways. He loved to be by her and loved her in all the ways it was good to. But he still longed for her, and dare he say it, lusted for her. It was all in love, though.

Skin hot, Silvano let the hair curl off his fingertips, and let his hands fall to her sides as he held her in his lap. "I.. I don't know how to tell you." He did not want to make her cry. He could still remember, quite clearly, when he had tried to touch her and her protests at his actions. Silvano had waited patiently for this day, so that he could claim Giselle as his own, his beautiful mate. But how would see feel about something like this? They had never really discussed it much. Nor had they talked about potential offspring. "Normally.. on these honeymoon days.. they.." Silvano swallowed hard, staring at her belly absently in embarrassment. His belly roared with a familiar flame, forcing him to control his thoughts. Yet, Giselle's warmth against his only made it all so much more difficult. "They..," he faltered again, squeezing Giselle's hips under his hands in an effort to explain. Then he looked up at her, almost like a guilty boy who was caught reading a dirty magazine.

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