Falls
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on April 12, 2020 at 02:10:46 AM by Solomon
Solomon
The press of her body against his touch, the way she leans into his caress serve only to reassure him that she is his. She may still resist joining him thanks to the idiotic roan's interference in the dance of stallion and mare, but her body knows him.
As well it should.
Her soft exhalation of his name thrills him in ways that it should not, and brings to mind inappropriate times such a sigh might also have been given. Someday, he would earn that of her. Now though, nearly a year stretched between here and there at minimum, and his goal was only to bring her home. To hold her close in the depths of the icy winter.
The slow burn of her touch still lingers on his skin where she has traces a path from his shoulders to his ribs, but his eyes remain on her face and does not miss the forcibly neutral mask that slips over her face. It gives nothing obvious away, but even in that it tells him plenty. He doubts she would hide her pleasure at seeing him, which leaves the impression that she is likely still upset with him. Having no reason to consider his own words in the Commons as an insult, he knows not why she hides her thoughts, but he can sense the wall nonetheless.
The use of the pet name he'd used upon approaching her in the Commons only solidifies this assumption and his eyes sharpen in shrewd calculation. A wolfish grin flits across his lips again as he studies her. Playfully, the stallion hums in his throat before looking over her enticing figure as if in thought.
"My mind has been on you since we separated, Marzanna. Trust me," he chuckles, tugging at the strands of her silken mane near her shoulder. "You will not lack my attention later either."
He steps away from her then, concious of the separation of their figures and the cold that it left in it's wake. He stalks partway around her, his intense gaze on her as he does so, debating what reply he should offer to sway her to his side. As he walks back through the words she had offered, his smirk turns mischevious. "For a girl with very specific tastes, you are very good at dodging the question, love."
Solomon pauses a few feet away from the mare, "Please enlighten me."
He tilts his head slightly before expounding on his thoughts. "Is it a rank you seek? Some false crown to set upon your dainty head as though it carried weight? You avoided children so they cannot be it. And you don't seem the type to desire the ability to claim others, so tell me, darling, how may I please you?"
There is a challenge hidden in those words, not humility. He will not beg at her feet, no matter how beautifully formed.
As well it should.
Her soft exhalation of his name thrills him in ways that it should not, and brings to mind inappropriate times such a sigh might also have been given. Someday, he would earn that of her. Now though, nearly a year stretched between here and there at minimum, and his goal was only to bring her home. To hold her close in the depths of the icy winter.
The slow burn of her touch still lingers on his skin where she has traces a path from his shoulders to his ribs, but his eyes remain on her face and does not miss the forcibly neutral mask that slips over her face. It gives nothing obvious away, but even in that it tells him plenty. He doubts she would hide her pleasure at seeing him, which leaves the impression that she is likely still upset with him. Having no reason to consider his own words in the Commons as an insult, he knows not why she hides her thoughts, but he can sense the wall nonetheless.
The use of the pet name he'd used upon approaching her in the Commons only solidifies this assumption and his eyes sharpen in shrewd calculation. A wolfish grin flits across his lips again as he studies her. Playfully, the stallion hums in his throat before looking over her enticing figure as if in thought.
"My mind has been on you since we separated, Marzanna. Trust me," he chuckles, tugging at the strands of her silken mane near her shoulder. "You will not lack my attention later either."
He steps away from her then, concious of the separation of their figures and the cold that it left in it's wake. He stalks partway around her, his intense gaze on her as he does so, debating what reply he should offer to sway her to his side. As he walks back through the words she had offered, his smirk turns mischevious. "For a girl with very specific tastes, you are very good at dodging the question, love."
Solomon pauses a few feet away from the mare, "Please enlighten me."
He tilts his head slightly before expounding on his thoughts. "Is it a rank you seek? Some false crown to set upon your dainty head as though it carried weight? You avoided children so they cannot be it. And you don't seem the type to desire the ability to claim others, so tell me, darling, how may I please you?"
There is a challenge hidden in those words, not humility. He will not beg at her feet, no matter how beautifully formed.
Replies:
- bewitched by invisible forces - By marzanna April 19, 2020 at 06:28:09 PM
- my beloved is mine, and i am hers - By Solomon April 22, 2020 at 05:22:36 AM
- to lead you away from the light - By marzanna April 24, 2020 at 02:30:59 PM
- for she is my beloved, and i am hers - By Solomon May 5, 2020 at 07:48:22 AM
- to lead you away from the light - By marzanna April 24, 2020 at 02:30:59 PM
- my beloved is mine, and i am hers - By Solomon April 22, 2020 at 05:22:36 AM
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