With commands to the child, and a wave, Mars had completed the task of getting the woman inside of the house. He closed the door behind him, and he followed the woman throughout the house, him feeling slightly awkward about the mess since he normally did keep things in order. This wasn't his house so he had no reason to keep it in order except for the rooms when Krystalle kicked him out for being an asshole, or she kicked out Bartholomew, or locked Hurricane inside. He sighed lightly at the mess but was surprised when the woman looked over it and just continued on to the bedroom. He followed close behind her, and he grabbed at her hand but to no avail. Once he caught up with the woman she was already jumping to the bed, and it would have been bad to grab her then, so he stood there at the end of the bed and just stared at her for a moment.
He felt hot all of a sudden and he took his vest from his shoulders and put it on the ground. He was slightly weird about his chest showing now because of his new tattoo in latin across his chest and the scars that were on his shoulder and on his stomach from when he fought with Shawchert and with that loner, Amy. He looked at her and her beautiful body though, and he felt a warm sensation in the pit of his stomach, and it was going lower. He got anxious, and he started didn't do well for him trying to resist whatever he was trying to resist. He knew he wasn't going to be able to help it, but he kept his pants on anyways, even though the fabric seemed to be burning his thighs up. He wanted to strip them but he didn't he walked over and laid the woman as the woman spoke to him a third time. It's a shame to not have a bed. This one is always here if you want it. spoke the male, though the words seemed mumbled, because his head was getting more and more foggy as the moments of breathing moved on and on.
She was still laying on her stomach, and he went to her side and he put his arm around her wait and pulled her closer to where they were touching hips. He was burning up again. He didn't know what to do other than what his instincts told him. He took his tattooed hand to the woman's face and he tilted her head to him, and pressed his nose against hers, and then he licked her lips. He then realized what he was doing and got embarrassed so he pulled slightly away from her, and looked at the pillow on the bed before he laid his head down on it. His face sunk into the pillow, but only halfway, and the one icy blue eye of his was looking at her, if the fur on that side of his face was not pitch black, then she probably would have seen how red his skin got, not only under his fur, but also in his scars that littered his face.
"Orin.... I love you... I miss you...always... "
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