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you can never have too much fun! -cackle-
Teme Lupus is by Alaine!
He was deathly quiet as he stood in the house that had represented all he'd ever wanted. He thought he had it all- Sonje was beautiful and since their time together, she'd transformed into a wonderful mate. Neither of them were perfect, the Stormbringer male appreciated that. But this... this went above and beyond a simple mistake. His stomach clenched, making it difficult to breath. And the worst part- his automatic relaxation when her soft voice called down from above that she was coming. He heard her, white rimmed ears tipping forwards to hear her thundering down the stairs. As soon as she came into sight, his body seemed to give a jerk before her own slammed into his. Automatically, his arms came to steady her, wrapping firmly around her waist.
For the briefest of moments, he could forget what he knew. She leant back, lips seeking his own and he was powerless to stop the kiss. For just a second, everything was right in the world, the familiar taste of his loves lips against his own, the tingle of pleasure down to his groin as her hand came up to run over the white rims of his ears. For that moment, all he wanted to do was hold her tighter, forget he'd ever been told, forget about his damned secret and be with his mate. The spell broke as quickly as it had begun- the vixen moved back to study him, her voice excited as she enquired about his meeting. He was unable to hold back any longer, his face morphing from peaceful relaxation to the suspicious, narrow-eyed gaze he'd adopted when he walked in.
It was educational, to say the least. He revealed a few... truths that had been kept from me before. He tried to keep his voice calm, but there was a tremor there that spoke volumes. He stepped back, gaining some space from the female, dark hands clenching and unclenching. With ears pinned against his head, a look of pure anguish on his face, he took a breath. Tell me, Sonje. Why are you here? Why are you with me? Tell me... He demanded, tail tucking against his hind legs to give him a look of scorned vulnerability. In some ways, he dared her to deny what he was implying, but he could say nothing as his chest rose in aggravated pants. The truth would be revealed, one way or another.
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