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She led Conri through the hard rain, holding his hand and smiling through their touch, their closeness. They moved from beneath the dark clouds, into the trees, hardly able to tell that day had long ago shifted into night. The two marched through the fog of Esper Hollow, Asanotohl breathing in scents that she had already familiarized herself with. It was not far to the campsite from there; and when they arrived, it seemed late enough that most of them, well anyone who was there, had already gone to bed.
Asa took Conri to her tent, which had been flimsy the first night, but she’d settled it quite nicely herself. A day in Halifax had brought her back many supplies to her humble abode; tarps to add on and expand with her tent, actually turning it into some sort of a make-shift home; more books piled into the corners; a mattress dragged by a wooden wagon that had been turned to firewood and piled in an opposite corner of her bed piled with fresh sheets she’d cleaned and dried near the lake. Also, as they stepped inside, their feet were met with a plush rug she had confiscated from some run-down building. It was overall comfortable for someone as young and resourceful as herself.
She wrung out her hair unto the floor, and gave her small, slender body a good shake before jotting over to her bed to sit down. She pulled her knees up beneath her chin, and smiled up at Conri, her eyes kind and her mauled ear twitching slightly. She patted the space beside her, beckoning the red-furred male to join her, before she laced her arm back around her legs, grasping unto her opposite elbow.
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[html] It had crossed his mind once or twice to try and slip away from her, to run off into the darkening night and hide, but the warm grip that she kept on his hand stopped him from doing so. Instead, he returned the firm grip with his own, following her like a lost child might. The lands were unfamiliar to him, a place that he had never really explored despite how close to Twilight Vale it seemed to be. The scents that came with the new area were also foreign to him, scents from people that he had never before met, and left him wondering what exactly they were like. He supposed, since he'd really never heard of the place, that it at least meant they weren't out and after anything. Peaceful, he supposed.
As soon as the entered the tent Conri took a moment to look around, flexing his toes at the feeling of the carpet beneath. He had lived in a house back in Twilight Vale, spacey and comfortable, so the sight of her home was welcoming. It was much more comfortable than sleeping out in the rain, or wandering the night in the rain, which was likely what he may have done had he not stumbled upon her.
"You did this yourself?" He asked quietly, hesitating slightly as he cross the sort distance from the opening of the tent to the mattress. He lingered a moment when he reached it, eying the spaces that she didn't take up, before trying to decide just where to place himself. Finally he seated himself, resting on the very edge of the mattress, a bit of a distance away from her. It was awkward feeling almost, not sure whether he should be close to her or far away, despite knowing that his body longed to feel the warmth from hers.
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She watched him calmly, fairly happy at his subdued awe. More or less, she replied placidly, knowing that Laurel had helped put up the initial tent to which she had just expanded upon with a bit of imaginative creativity. He came to sit on the mattress, a bit farther than Asa could have possibly liked. She turned her face to hide the impossible expression of disappointment that lay there. But she was quick to recover, and turned her cheerful face back to him, still cuddling with her knees. Tell me about yourself, Conri. Something good! she beamed, hopefully knowing that there was more to him than his stories of woe and uncontrollability. I’d tell you about myself… if I knew anything, she half-laughed.
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[html] She didn't seemed deterred by the actions that he had taken before, back on the beach, though he kept in mind that she had pulled herself away from him. He shifted then, dragging one leg up on to the bed to turn himself toward her a bit more, contemplating quietly for a moment. "Well.." He started off, though his voice trailed to silence. What was there good about him? He wasn't really sure. "I..raised my brother and sister after our mom disappeared?" It was said more like a question than anything, unsure whether or not that was really something good about himself. He'd raised them until the point that they had run off, at the very least.
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Asa grinned at the little tidbit, and rocked back and forth slightly. See, Conri? You’re nicer than you think… she grinned, tilting her head slightly towards him. You can’t always focus on the bad… you know you’re mistake. Give yourself time to right it. A hand rose from her legs, twiddling idly with the hoops of her torn ear before she stretched her body to lay back unto the mattress, her legs collapsing slightly and feet digging into the plush carpet. She put her arms behind her head, turning her muzzle towards Conri again and smiling. Ya know… I’ll be here if you ever want to talk. You’re just too good of a wolf to slip away like you are…
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[html] He may have been good then, though those things were long in the past, it seemed. He'd helped Naniko raise her own little brother, both of them under a year old. Raised his own siblings, attempted to protect his mother from his father, but that was so long ago that it seemed like forever. He followed her down after a moment, rolling to his stomach and crawling partway up the bed, closer to her. His eyes lingered on her face and after a moment he spoke up, direly quiet. "If you think I might do something bad..please run away.." Perhaps, if she agreed to that, he might stay the whole night with her, but how could he be sure that she would be able to get away?
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She watched him idly, feeling the pace of her heartbeat pick up as he shifted closer slightly. She smiled slightly, hoping that he could not hear the hammering inside her chest. His words, drew a quirked brow upon her features and she shook her head slightly. Why would I run from my own home? she asked precariously, though beamed nonetheless afterwards. But if it calms you down, I promise to get away if I think you’re going to hurt me… she added on a more serious note. But I highly doubt you will. She shrugged, closing her eyes and sighing (a low sense of concentration to calm her wild, inner thoughts).
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[html] Conri drug both legs on to the bed, using them as leverage to push him up beside her. His one arm stayed slightly beneath him, propping him up so that he could look down at her, and he gave a faint nod of his head at her words. It was good enough, he supposed, and since they were in her pack lands it was likely that someone would hear if something went horribly wrong. Maybe they would come and kill him and save her, and he wouldn't have to worry about it. "Are you happy here, or do you want to remember?" He asked suddenly, dropping his head to rest against his shoulder in an awkward fashion. What if she remembered home and realized that it was a better place than here?
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Without even opening her eyes, she knew he was nearer now. She felt the sink of the mattress with his weight, and the heat that radiated from his body was oddly pleasing to her own. She smiled at this, albeit absently. Her pale, purple eye opened after his question, and she looked at him for a long moment as he had rested his skull gently upon her shoulder. I would like to think that I’m happy now… and that whatever I’ve forgotten couldn’t have possibly been all that good. She shrugged her other shoulder, shifting slightly so that his muzzle was pressed against her neck, and she was closer to him. I doubt I’d go back, though… I feel more like a… “moving forward” type of being… She closed her eye again.
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[html] It was a good way to think, he supposed, though he would have to admit that if it were him, he would have been extremely curious to know what he might have lost. His luck, it would be some horrible memory that he would have been better off without. Her movements quieted the words that wished to leave him, suddenly finding his nose once more buried against warm skin and soft fur, inhaling her scent deeply in that moment. His arm moved, adjusting beneath him, seemingly pinned there for the sake of being able to inch that much closer to her. "Mhhm." He managed to murmur quietly, nosing at her neck, nuzzling it, before teeth once more found their way to fur, nibbling and licking at that small area just above her collar bone. He screamed at himself for it, at least inside his head, but his body wasn't in the mood to listen.
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She chuckled mutedly at his mumbling, only growing more feverish with his nuzzles, licks and tiny bites. Conri, she complained quietly, playfully; that tickles! She squirmed beneath his ticklish touch, yet found her opposite hand snaking from beneath her head, and gliding over to gently grace the presented side of his face. She stroked his cheek absently before finding her fingers absently twiddling with the bottom of his ear.
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[html] His name hit his ears and for a moment a surge or fright hit him. He had done something wrong, should have listened to himself, but more words came after, soothing his paranoid mind. Teeth broke away from her fur for only a moment, just long enough to let out a quiet, nervous sort of chuckle. He was just being silly, paranoid, though he felt he was being that way rightfully. His head shifted a bit, pressing gently against her hand, in to the faint touches that she was offering, and his tongue found it's way to her collar bone. He lavished the slightly protruding bone on gentle 'kisses', raking his teeth through the fur there in a gentle fashion, quickly getting himself lost in something that he had never really meant to.
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She opened her eyes, smiling towards him quietly as he pressed against her hand, her fingers continually stroking the side of his face. He leaned back down, tongue caressing the line of her collarbone, sending thousands of tiny sparks of electricity throughout her body. She’d never felt such pleasure, or at least she assumed that she hadn’t. Her head tilted back slightly, and her other hand pulled from beneath her head. Both her hands roved against his shoulders and wrapped gently around his neck. She pulled slightly, physically motioning him to move up and closer; her muzzle came back down, gently pressing against the side of his face, her tongue lashing affectionately at the base of his ear.
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[html] She felt hot against him, almost on fire compared to the iciness that he had felt for the past few days, and that was both in a physical and emotional sense. He was already trembling, nervous and excited all in one shot, and worried that, if they time came, he would be able to restrain himself. For now though, she was coaxing him on, returning his affections and urging him near. His arm worked it's way from beneath him, pressing hard into the mattress to support himself as he moved, never taking his teeth away from her fur even as he shifted across the bed, bringing his body around to lay parallel to hers. He trailed the line of her collar bone all the way from it's start at her shoulders, down to the middle of her chest, and worked his way up the side of her neck, finally dropping his weight to his elbow so that his hand was free to meet the side of her head, fingers seeking to run themselves through her hair.
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He brought himself closer now, tongue never leaving her skin. She gave a quieted moan, feeling her body begin to ache with the desire she felt for Conri; and all the while, she never once thought it was wrong. Her hands gripped at his mane, her licks becoming slightly more fevered as she tipped her muzzle down into her own arm, pressing sideways so that she was nipping gently at the side of his neck. She licked and nuzzled deeper into the thick fur there, whilst her freer hand began caressing his jawline before sliding down his chest, raking through the fur until it settled on his stomach, where her hand lightly lingered.
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[html] Frustration was easily one of his biggest downfalls. He so badly wanted to touch her, to explore her body, yet the lack of another arm made it practically impossible for him to do so. He could either hold himself up or look like an idiot trying to balance himself against her, possibly hurting her in the process, which he didn't want to do. The quiet moan that broke the silence hit his ears like fire, his hand quickly finding it's way back to the mattress, careful not to drag any of her hair along with it, and he moved once more, this time bring his knees up beneath him, making it easier for him to move. He moved one over top of her, down to rest on a small portion of the mattress just between her legs, the other following shortly after, to leave him leaning down over to top of her. Nips and gentle licks were left in a wake across her neck, up and then back down, until the point that Conri pulled away, leaning back just enough that he could support himself for a few moments without the use of his arm, to send his hand trailing carefully down her side.
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His difficulty maneuvering did not go unnoticed. His touches were like fire, rubbing against her body as he leaned back, sliding his hand down her body. Another moan, before Asa shifted again. She spread her legs slightly, giving his knees better leverage so that his well-muscled arm wasn’t doing most of the work. She arched her back slightly, her stomach pressing gently against his own. Her hands rose to the back of his neck again, pulling him down slightly; inviting him to lay on top of her, to ease his pain. Her arms drifted down, raking slowly along his back, simultaneously to her tongue which stroked along his chin and neck.
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[html] His body trembled and quivered at her touch, every animalistic and carnal desire that he could ever have came flooding in a sudden rush. This wasn't like before, nothing like it had ever been. It was random and intense and more than he had ever known. With her gentle coaxing her lowered his body down, chest to chest with her, while his hand explored her side, dropped to the side of her leg, and found it's way back to her hip bone, following in slowly with his fingers. His breathing had since turned erratic, hot and heavy against her fur as he worked his way back toward her neck, around the side to follow her jaw line up to her ears. His knees shifted back, leaning him forward, and he pressed himself against her, stopping himself once more, but this time to speak. "Asa?" It was whisper, breathless and broken, seeking some kind of approval or disapproval before he was unable to control himself.
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The weight of his body was more pleasing than it was disturbing; becoming less and less heavy and uncomfortable as her body soared to new temperatures, the intimate heat and passion between them both setting the whole tent on fire. She groped at his strong body, admiring the feel of his lean muscles and silently congratulating the strength of his body with the use of only one arm. She sighed heavily as she grabbed his body tight, feeling the pressure of his frame as he leaned forward; yet… there was a pause. She looked into his flushed façade, realizing now how hard they were both breathing. She leaned up slightly, her muzzle pressing into his ear, and she whispered I’m yours, Conri. She laid her head back again, closing her eyes and gently hiking one of her legs upon the back of his own; her hands continually stroking his back.
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[html] With her quiet words spoken, words that he perhaps dreaded just a bit, there was no turning back. His eyes shut tight and head muzzle parted, tongue stroking at the very edges of her ear, back down across her jaw. His hand returned to the bed, elbow pressed into the mattress so that he could caress the side of her face in the moment that he pushed forward, the single moment that would bring the two together. He did so with care, slow and deliberate, considering the fact that he knew very little about her--she knew very little about herself, and whether or not she had ever done such a thing before.
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