Falls

the golden mare breathes a sultry sigh of enjoyment, like a purr, as she feels the weight of his eyes on her. she has preened and groomed herself to perfection, as usual, and knows he would find few flaws if any as his eyes survey the landscape of her body. it is clear that he senses her irritation, though she has veiled it as well as she could. a temper like hers is not doused easily… while his eyes linger on her body for a moment, here and there, it is her pale face that he studies most intently. marzanna does not shy away from this contact, knowing it can be almost as tantalizing as the feeling of skin on skin.

her stark blue eyes, lined black, shine like metal, but her body is soft and yielding when he reaches out for her. marzanna appraises him just as intently as he does her, letting her eyes wander over the masculine lines of his neck and the broadness of his musculature. while his body is masterful on its own, it is his bearing, calculating and cool, that is the most attractive to her.

her gilded hide dances with an anticipatory shiver as he promises his attention later, tugging her platinum mane playfully. her mask of neutrality slips then, into something more genuine, before he steps away. she does not shrink as he stalks around her, though she does feel the loss of his warmth at her side. she uses the moment as an opportunity to relax her body, cocking one stockinged hind leg and fixing her delicate ears to listen as he accuses her of dodging his question. his mischievous smirk causes her to chuckle softly. he was just as deftly dodging hers…

when he pauses, stopping a few short feet away, marzanna goes to him. the magnetism between them is simple, and she wants him to realize that she understands that… but she will not always relent to it… and certainly not for nothing. she lets her soft white lips exalt over his painted hide, stroking the lines of his back and shoulder with much consideration as he asks what she wants from him. it is a very good question.

”there is no doubt you could please me in many ways…. but a home is not something so hard to come by it seems…. and a strong defender of that home? well certainly you qualify solomon. i must admit, i’m not sure i’ve seen hardier or handsomer stock than you… but yes, i suppose you are right. i do have specific tastes…” her lips pull away from her teeth as she lets their hard edge catch his withers, just barely, wondering if he would be interested by the prickle of pain she offered. her voice is lilting and contemplative as she muses on his question and thoughts…. when she finally stumbles upon the answer she lays her demands on the table easily, with no fanfare.

“it is power i suppose… in one form or another. you speak of a false crown… and i admit i have no desire for weightless titles… but you are a king Solomon, and you have your dominion…is it so easy to dismiss my worthiness of some small authority?” she pauses, contemplating his explanation carefully. was he not capable of giving her all the things she desired? as she breathes in the warm musk of his body she knows he would be more than able in some respects…

marzanna looks up, searching for his eyes, to speak in earnest. ”now now, i would not wish to usurp my own dear king… but to know that he places no other above me? to know that he trusts me to bring others to him that i find pleasing? forgive me… but i am a complex creature, my solomon, and i must articulate my desires fully… who else would see to my wants if i did not profess them to you?”

the golden mare meets the challenge in his gaze with her own but she is gentle in its delivery, fluttering her white lashes expertly, and speaking with the soft openness of a lover. marzanna studies him closely, her pliable body holding in a breath, as she waits somewhat expectantly for a storm to cross his handsome features. she wonders if he would think she asks for too much...she believes though, that even if she had, he might not find too much offense. it was part of their attraction she believed, to covet things from each other.... if he were in her place, he might have asked for more.