Meadow

Solomon

Solomon does not miss the way her weight shifts and skin grows tight at his nearness. He takes it for the win it is, despite the raised leg she's offered. It's a pretense and he knows it. A pleased smirk twitches at the edges of his lips. This deepens into a low sound of amusement rumbles in his throat at the expression on her face.

Solomon 1, Harmonica 0.

Still, his little manuever has not put her so much off her game that she doesn't offer her own rejoinder. She reaches out to tease him again and he resists the urge to push back, to close the distance between their skin. Soon enough she does this for him, her muzzle caressing his own as she whispers her seductive song. As her lips trail the dark edges of his ears he 'hmms' against her skin, amusing himself with whatever piece of skin he can touch while she toys with him.

The red girl pulls away from him slightly, if only for the purpose of pressing the lines of her supple body against his own and loses his train of thought for a moment, unable to brush away the thought of what she would feel like beneath him. He can see her now, silhouetted against the picturesque land he called home, coat dark with winter and her stomach heavy with his child. The tobiano takes a half a step back, his lips snaking out to trail a caress down her back. He has half a mind to take her then, but she takes away the opportunity. Nimble as a cat she twines around to his other side and the easy opening passes, and the grin fades from his lips momentarily as tenseness replaces it. The little tease.

The score was even once more.

He chuckles again, although it's tinged with the frustration of someone who has had to reorient his thoughts, if only to keep up the pretense of a conversation. "From what I understand, the processes for both are pretty simple."

She teases him with a flick on fher tail and the grin returns. The tobiano stalks forward to close the distance between them, no longer playing at being tentative or shy. They face opposite directions, his aristocratic face near her own. He touches his muzzle to hers briefly, a barely audible whisper slipping out in caution, "don't tease me, love."

He whispers the words, leaving them barely audible and then bumps her muzzle away gently to reach for her shoulder again. He trails a caress up the slope of her shoulder until he reaches her wither. Gently he moves aside the mane that lingers there before speaking again, no longer at a whisper. "To make you mine, I'd just leave a mark here..."

Solomon trails off as he does just so, scraping his teeth against her shoulder in a light nip. "Like so."

He doesn't really wait to see her reaction, just swings his body so that they are side by side once more. Sol reaches up to push her head gently in the direction of the Cove. "Then take you home to the Cove, after we finish what you started."

Solomon steps backward then, letting the swell of his shoulder push suggestively against her rump, even as his own neck bows so that his lips can tease at the tuck up of her flank. "As for how I might go about seeing you swell with my child, I'd rather show you than tell you."

Dutch Harness Horse Mutt | Champagne Grullo Tobiano Stallion | 17 Hands | The Cove