Perhaps it was wrong of him to notice her body first. Or to spend precious moments admiring the way the water clung to her bodice…ah how he burned with jealousy. He wanted to cling to her just like that and how dare the tiny droplets tease him with their accomplishments! However if that was wrong then it was just down right horrid that he could not control the thoughts that ran rampant the moment he noticed her staring at his lips. She stared and he just about exploded in desire that was not wholly physical. Male he was yet her very essence seemed to rise up and delve into the very core of him. It gripped his heart and soul in such a visceral grip that he shivered. His shivers gave birth to lava butterflies within his belly when she snorted out a giggle. They heated and heated until he was sure that steam erupted from every orifice he had all the while only one word repeated itself within the cavern of his mind. Adorable. She was fiendishly cute.
Raven had heard of all the different bloodlines that plagued the face of this land, yet he rarely gave it any of his attention. Who cared about the coloration or pattern of one’s coat? To him it was petty and childish for he knew the heart and drive of an individual mattered most. What good was an angel if he could not be honorable or wise? And color did nothing for a wolf when he was black of heart. If he knew the thoughts that were flitting through his beloved’s pretty head, he would have growled his disapproval. NOBODY had the right to judge her and if they so much as insulted her they would have to answer to him. He was no spring chicken, but he still knew his way around a battle field. Eyes rise to meet hers once again and the anger that had started to grow vanished in an instance. It shriveled up and turned to ash at the sight of her humor. It caused him to puff up in pride to have put that soft glow there and he suddenly wanted to do it again and again until she died of mirth!
Stepping forward he gives into his need, reverence drumming through his body as he regarded her…his queen…his heart….his soul. A smile is given when she meets him, her own inky paws drawing her closer to him and it causes him to tremble with barely contained passion. She wanted him too. It was this that drove his head into her luscious fur, nuzzling his nose into the fine strands and up the sturdy shaft of her neck. Her perfume takes over and he groans. He. Will. Never. Get. Enough. Of. Her. Period. He barely notices her rigidness as he drinks her in, drawing his head up and down several times before she reciprocates. When it was him touching her it was great but the moment he feels the cool kiss of her snout within the thick fur of his shoulder…..he all but dies. Another groan of pure bliss is given as he presses closer, seeking her warmth and touch, as greedy as a newborn he is. He does not still until his chest is pressed to hers and his head rests on her shoulder/back. A small part of his mind notices the height difference, but it is off little consequence to him. She was his and together they made a whole.
She pulls back, and the world upends and tumbles to dirt. His heart aches and he is chilled from her absence. Cool eyes search for her own violet orbs, desperate to show her how it pains him to be out of contact only to fall onto her retreating backside. A sweet agony is birthed in that moment. He can not stand the sight of her leaving him yet…yet…he could watch the way her rump sways with each step she takes all day and night. A lascivious grin commands his lips as she turns to face him, a smile heard within her words as they dance between them. His radars swivel to meet her, plucking them from amidst the lullaby of the stream. Her tones were low yet it did not matter to him. She could have the voice of a mudslide and it would still cause him to look at her as if she was the moon and sun…for she was. He body hurries to obey her beckon, and he is beside her quickly to draw his body down hers. When he reaches her tail he tries to catch the flowing banner as it waves behind her, his energy playful and alert. She had not answered to much of his earlier verbiage but that thought is minor as he rounds her again, stopping before her with a wide smile. ”My lady I could spend my life by your side and it would still not be enough time. What is your name? Where do you hail from? Tell me everything there is to know and let me walk by your side until the sun fails to rise and the moon falls from the sky.”