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My muzzle drew closer to hers, approaching her nose. My nose is given to touch hers and as the sensitive skin touches hers, I can feel the fire ignite. Something between us. Heating the air, the ground. My form is almost given to shiver to the sensation. For a moment I realized what I was doing and pulled away, ashamed. My heart shatters to pieces as I think of the possibility of having ruined everything we had just now. Look at me. What am I thinking. I am just rushing things too much! She will leave me just for that. I thought and questioned, sad. My ears twitch to the sound of her. I can swear I heard her sigh. I hold back a whimper.
My eyes close and my ears fold back, ready to be scolded or even getting a bite from her. The warmth of her form is felt and my form tenses in anticipation. But what I feel is not a harsh blow or even the sharp teeth. Her head comes gently beneath my chin and her beautiful pelt is given to mix with mine. Ashes to flames, united as she rests against my chest. The warm feeling of our union refills the air around us and once again we are given to light the place with our love. She manages to light a flame in my heart. A small flame of hope and love. I feel. I let my body relax and one paw move a little closer and between her own, allowing her to nest perfectly in my chest.
I stay. My tail thumping softly against the ground and coming to a stop, soothed by the intensity of the moment. The moment it becomes clear to me that I do not have to call her and myself separately, but instead… Us. My head lays gently atop hers, keeping her close.
- Estelle… - my voice is soft as her sweet name is spoken -… I… Love you…
I told her. The sincere words so warm with affection as I kept her close, feeling her warm touch.
-I have to go soon..
A small whimper left my muzzle. Even the thought of leaving her here made me terribly sad. I wanted to be with her.
-… I know it is.. Crazy, but… Would you like to come home with me?
I asked, hoping she would not be mad at me. The idea was just crazy.
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