Trembling, Ailill became distracted by something that was most certainly not the beautiful falls that roared beside them. As wonderful as the waterfalls, the rivers and the flowers were they could not cover up the electrifying sensations the twisted in his stomach. His breath caught in his throat as she leaned in to him. The poor guy did not know what to do, or how to feel. But his body apparently did. Not for the first time, and never to be the last, instinct and upbringing battled within him. The desire to draw her into Paradise, hide her away in the protective caves that broke up the rocky cliffs clashed with his determination to spur on the independence of those around him. His breath quivered as he tried to remember how to inhale. His smile dazzled on his face, completely unaware of the tricks the woman was playing on him and how easily he had fallen into her grasp. Mind whirling he could only say the first things that came to mind, giving voice to the uncertainty that was within him. I would be more than happy to escort you! An ear flicked. His growing maturity tried to give a little more finesse to his next words, but they came out jumbled and quick. Even if you don’t stay… You can roam under my name, as a member of my herd. If any try to capture you, I will step up to stop them. Ailill held his head high in pride. If there was one thing he knew, he would stand by loyalty if she would stand by him. That, at least, was able to break through the swirl of confusion her hips incited in him. Shaking his head he tried once more to clear his thoughts and his vision of things he never thought he would actually think. A soft snort and he picked up his feet, trying to ignore his embarrassing declaration. Think about it...but Atlantis is this way… He swished his tail and trotted down the paths leading to the beach closest to his beloved island. |