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*whistles innocently*She took Niro’s joke in stride as usual, though sometimes he wondered if he really would eat the animal... well not this particular horse, he had something off affection for him, but a horse. The thought left him as the horse interrupted his thoughts. He looked at his mate who gave him the biggest and saddest puppy dog eyes and his heart melted. How could he say no to that? She used those eyes on him many times and never could he say no to her once. She would ask him to go to the moon and give her those eyes and he would do his best to reach it just for her.
He waited for her to get up and then extend her hand for which he took it gladly. He climbed up behind her, nestling in the saddle. She was his perfect size too, not too short and not too tall, she fit right in front of him as his large hands wrapped tenderly around the waist at first in a tender hug just to touch her, but then just to hold on, both quite different in touch and feeling. He liked the closeness even if the ride would be bumpy, it wouldn’t be a long one at least and it would be time spent close to the one he loved; “I think I could get a little use to this though.” He said teasingly behind her pretending to let his hands wander up to her chest, but that nonsense could wait, he was only teasing and would not make anything of it, yet.
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