No Holding Back

Ciara O'Callahan · 02-15-2012, 05:14 PM

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OOC:: WC: 470

In Character

The girl was almost too busy enjoying the feel of the boycoy’s arms tightening around her to hear his response to her question. She looked up, blinking, and then grinned as he mentioned the pack lands. “That’s a good idea,” she said, moving forward and pressing her nose to his. It was Ciara’s first time doing anything remotely close to a wolven kiss, and her eyelashes fluttered a little at the sensation. Her ear twitched, and her tail moved around her leg and sought his, flicking against the limb when it was found.

“It’s not too far off,” she said, keeping her nose on his for a moment longer before moving back a little. Her brown and gold flecked eyes looking into her companion’s fiery ones, and the softness in them caused her to relax a little more. She had started to get nervous at the thought of walking in this form, being so unused to it. Ciara wondered if her companion would be disappointed that she wanted to change back into her lupus form for a more graceful journey to her pack’s borders.

Even though the yearling had agreed to his suggestion, she couldn’t pull herself away from him. This embrace, the river moving along soundlessly behind them, and even the low-hanging sun all served to make the moment perfect. She found herself pressing closer instead of pulling away, pushing her feminine chest against Ceri’s muscular one, and rubbing her head beneath his chin. Would she ever be able to pull out of this embrace? Her heart gave a strange little worried flip at the thought of moving away from him.

Feelings she had been sure would wait for her maturity were already coursing through her. Maybe it was the effect of being in the Optime form, or maybe it was the way she felt…at home, in his arms. A heat had filled her from the moment the boycoy’s blazing eyes had looked into hers, and it was all she could do to keep from pressing closer. Instinct was telling her to rub herself against him, to make him feel the same heat she was feeling, and she didn’t understand how it was all happening so early. The mottled subordinate knew that if things advanced to the inevitable point that was hanging in the air between them, she would be forced to fend him off with a sharp bite. So Ciara held back, not knowing she was having as much trouble controlling herself as Ceri was.

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