Out of character
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He was so very pleased with the reaction he caused from her. She became so loving, so soft, and he could just hold her like this if he didn't have plans he wanted to share with her. He grinned at her as he sat her down, kisses praised his fur first. Their one kiss electrified the atmosphere. He almost felt himself loose control, but he couldn't, he had to tend to the food. As he tended the food he peered back, "..I'm glad you love this..it doesn't happen often...but expect the unexpected.." He eluded to the possibility of this happening to her again. Aro didn't want her to be used to being pampered, but he would certainly make it a point to find special reasons. For example he wanted to lift her spirit, and it seemed this was doing just that.
Coming to her with the plates he didn't waste time in sitting right to the side of her. His plate at his spot, hers in front of her. He leaned to his side eyes locking to hers as she seemed almost shy about all this attention on her, but Sidra wasn't a shy woman, so he figured he was misreading her. She finally agreed to it, and he pushed the sides of the fork prongs into the fish. It was so tender it was easily broken off the filet. He then scooped up the cut off piece along with the lemon spritzed rice and carrots. He then brought it to her muzzle. The moment she opened he would gently place the fork and its contents int her mouth letting her close her muzzle, then slid the fork out clean. It was a little awkward at first. He'd never fed anyone, but he was careful about it.
He wouldn't lie, it was making his mouth water. The scent of the food was more overpowering than her heat. However, he was more hungry. Their mating a nearly five days ago seemed to satisfy him enough to allow him control. Still...he could go for another, perhaps after the romance he wanted to put on her. "How is it?" He asked curious of how the spices would play in her palate. He'd studied the cook book, and found this recipe the most appealing and the easiest to make. All the spices able to be found and created. He grinned at her before cutting away another piece and scooped it onto the fork ready to feed her another bite before he would feed himself. This all was making him really hungry. But he didn't show it. He only desired to give her the royal treatment. This afternoon and night was all about her. She needed the relaxation and distraction.
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