bit of an impasse dear
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OMG JAMNI TIEM

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It was typical, to think about it. Sure on a normal day, Omni found Jacinto exceedingly attractive, her fiery prince. But now...Even looking at his lean, and wonderful stature...The thoughts, however jumbled they were at this time of month; were thrown away into a rather scrambled abyss. His eyes...So molten and fiery, like liquid flames just for her. His body...Wow. Was the only comprehendable little tidbit thrown from the gutters of her mind...Sighing, Omni pushed her lean Optime body up from the bed, not able to stand it anymore. There he was, as sexy as he could be, bent over his guitar. Wordless, a low throaty sound erupting from her lungs, Omni moved to wrap her lean arms around his body. Cinto... The coyote woman purred, blue eyes filled with longing. When had she last longed for him like this? Not too long ago...Bright blues closed, a delicate nose huffing in his tantiliazing scent. How lucky could she be? Very much, the Scorpius had him! Shamelessly, delicate hands travelled down to his hips. That was were they remained, a soft voice creeping from a slim muzzle. I love you...stay.

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OOC here.

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It was distractions that kept the hybrid man sane, daring himself to resist the siren-like scent that wafted off his mate's body. She smelled so delicious...So wonderfully nice, that even sticking to his guitar became a challenge. Every glance away from the instrument was directed to her, watching her move...Almost salivating over her gorgeous features. The ruddy Scorpius almost felt as if he was going to give in to his refusal to rush over and give everything he had to the blue-eyed maiden. She was so pure, but equally a woman at the same time.

Surprisingly, it was Omni that gave in first. She rushed over, and Cinto couldn't help but direct his glance towards the picture of beauty all for him. Omni. The Lykoi huffed, groaning happily as her light fingers danced upon his body. At the moment, he began to unbutton his jeans, but stopped once she asked for him to just stay and lay with her. Whatever made her happy. He rebuttoned himself, picking the light coyote girl up into the air and settling her into their bed. You are so beautiful, know that? Jacinto rumbled, kissing her softly on the muzzle. I love you. With everything he was, he loved her. Wanted her for his own, protected her. Light hands wrapped around her body, rocking her gently from side to side. He ached for her, yet it was her word that decided whether or not he would.

Then again, Sinatrai was in the room, so anything had to be done in proper discretion. He couldn't get enough of her sweet scent, putting himself as close as possible to her throat, a sensitive nose inhaling the sweet perfume.  I love you. The hybrid purred happily, burying his face into her neck, dainty hands massaging relaxingly into her shoulders.

 
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He was happy to see her, which was a huge relief. But what was it that caused him to so swoon? Was it her or the scent? The biological need to have her? Shrugging, the girl brushed it off with ease and moved into his warm arms. She smiled, whispering softly "I love you too. Omni held his hands for a moment, happy to be held close. As they swooped in towards the bed, she threw herself softly into the warm covers, pulling her blankets up over her body. Jacinto was so sweet, so kind to her...It made her fairly happy that he was willing to do anything for her. Only one other man had provided her the same. Yet he was probably still angry. Enraged by her fleeing so swiftly and promptly. A hand sofly brushed an unruly lock of orange hair from his dazzling citrine eyes, a soft grin upon her angular features. As his nose pushed into her throat, arms gripped him close as if he'd leave at any time. He was so perfect. Sweet crooked smile, fiery eyes...A personality any girl would want to get their hands on, to have the perfect lover.

Cerulean eyes lit up, gazing at her lover. "Cinto? Play me something on the guitar...I love it when you do." Music. Something that she hadn't heard in a while. A slim arm passed the guitar over to his side, breaking away painfully. She had neglected her own practicing, and likely whatever skills she possessed were non-existent by now. It scared her to think of herself playing a tune, out of rhythm and her fingers slipping onto the wrong frets. "Please? Omni asked softly, large vulnerable eyes begging to hear his music again.

The cinnamon-furred she-yote yawned softly, triumphant in keeping her desires at bay for that time. A finger touched one of the strings, feeling the little indentions in the long cord. Jacinto was gifted. That was for sure. She was so priviledged to be with someone so talented and special. Throwing that away would be like getting rid of a diamond and going for a simple piece of shale. Eyes wide in expectations, large ears craned and tuned towards the guitar, she waited patiently for her dearest one to play her a song.


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