It had been seasons since last she saw him and yet in those bright brown eyes staring into hers now, she sees the same colt he had been then. There was a sense of companionship she felt with him, an understanding that she lacked around the others. Even all those years ago as lanky long legged colts and fillies it had been Torsten who welcomed her with a cheerful smile. He had always encouraged her, especially when she felt the most insecure. Why should she think that time had changed that in him now?

A timid smile tugs the corners of her lips upwards in a smile. He had not changed.

His smile broadens and those dark auburn eyes brighten at her words. She had not been sure she meant them when first they fell past her lips but the delight in his eyes now... she could never deny it. He wanted to hear those words fall past her lips. All the times that he had been there for her in the past? Why should she be the one to extinguish that joy now? All over three simple words.

I am yours

There was no denying the flutter in her breast at the thought. She was his. Even now she could still feel the pleasurable sting that his teeth had left on the pale cream skin of her shoulder. Her pessimistic words are met with confidence in his steadfast eyes. His words make her smile. It was true. At two years old they were hardly foals anymore. Wasn't it time that they started their own lives? Was it not customary to spread wings and search for a purpose and place in which they fit into this world.

he cannot decide who I lay with. it was those last words that brought about a whole new realization of what she was getting herself into. The heat of his breath against her skin was intoxicating. The tingle of anticipation danced unbidden through her veins. Thick silver white plume flicks in anticipation and nervousness. Nostrils flare as he presses against her breast. She cannot help but to shiver in pleasure. It was there. The yearning, the desire to feel his body pressed against her was undeniable. Even now her mind taunted her wish flashes of his neck draped protectively across her own, the electric sensation of his teeth grazing her skin. It almost felt surreal.

He speaks again, his husky voice graveled and strained against the same desires that charred her skin. He was right, they were young. They were young but the intensity of his eyes... she would do anything for him in his moment. "Torsten..." she croaks, her voice heady with longing and suppressed need. He offered her so much in this moment, more than she had ever expected. A place to belong. "Yes..." whispers, blinking up at him from beneath the thick veil of silver-white forelock. "Yes."