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No wonder he was so afraid. Kobato’s expression turned from resolute to immediately curious. She was soaking his words in. Her head even tilted, a tell-tale puppy dog look unconsciously taking its place on her palette. She didn’t under—Kershov had no idea what to do with you. A smile curled up at the edges of her mouth, a smirk befalling upon her scarred war-boy. That is… until… I love you. She blinked. Kobato had thought that she had been confused at his words before. Boy had she been wrong. She felt her jaw go slack, the smirk totally disappear, totally unaware that her mug had just partially opened for him to see. I want you to trust me. . . and speak from your heart. I would never do anything to harm you. Ever. Only now did she feel the location of his foreleg. How it had slid from her shoulders to a more…. Intense. Location. Her jaw snapped back to it’s original position with an audible click. Her round toffee stargazers searched his own, going from eye to eye, trying to keep her heart in check and assess what kind of situation this was turning into. She watched as he grew suddenly closer to her. Kobato. . .
Oh god. This was happening. Was this happening? Was he shitting her? Kobato almost gasped when she felt his plumage swipe against hers, then slip up to her haunches. Her heart felt electrified. Every touch he laid on her left a heated print on her. Her breathing. Was it too loud? Was it shallow? She was scared. Her vision refocused on him after having turned to look at his brazen move and she softened remarkably. No. She wasn’t scared. She had been foolish to think herself as such. But did she want this? That was a stupid question. The real question was whether or not she wanted it right NOW. Was she prepared to harbor whatever came of it? Was she willing to perhaps become a mother at this young age? Her stomach felt uncomfortable at the thought. Was she ready to perhaps… lose Vladya if something horrible happened? Was she willing to hide a child, if it amounted to one, from the ever present danger of Kershov? This was a lot for the girl to think about very quickly. And yet she already knew all the answers. But were they just split second decisions that she would come to re-assess later on down the road? Again her gaze shifted from eye to eye with Vladya. The rain had ceased it’s pounding and now it’s fresh scent filled in every gap that was around the duet.
It was dark. Comforting. What with his scent around her and his body pressed so close to her own. Without even knowing, at first, that she was doing it, she reached out and pressed her muzzle to his own, daring herself to become just as brazen as he and catch his eye with her own gaze. A somewhat wary smile danced upon her kissers. For how could she not be somewhat shaky? This girl was one that had hardly known she was even capable of carrying pups until just eight months ago. She had just hit full maturity even sooner. She had no female role in her life to go through things with at any point in time and had had to learn the hard way through everything. A question like: does it hurt? Had never been answered, or even asked. She only knew of smiles and warmth from to-be mothers. She didn’t quite fully know herself. This would make it awkward on her part. But she was less worried about being awkward and more worried about… well… figuring out the correct way to answer him. Was she to make her move first? If so, what was that move? She didn’t want to push him away just because she was unsure of what to do. So Kobato did what she thought would be understandable. She waited. He was more mature than she was. She fully trusted he would know what to do. Whatever the hell that meant, she would allow him to cradle her. Be her support beams.
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