Solomon

She shivers underneath his gentle touch but does not move away from him. Does not hide the way his proximity makes her breath hitch and skin jitter at the path he traces along her body. It was rewarding to see that the twin guardians of the Ridge were not the only ones that could make her feel as such and he finds himself curious to see if she would dash away from him as she had from the women.

Solomon slows his exploration of her body as she reaches out to touch him, his emerald eyes shuttering closed at the exquisite feel of her tracing a path along his skin. With his muzzle pressed still against her figure he drags in a ragged breath as she trails further, to the vulnerable joining of head and neck. How easily she could injure him, and yet he does not move. He trusts that Çiçek is not the type of mare that shows affection with bared teeth and barbed words. He does not need to guard his person to lavish her with his affection and he relishes in the thrill her boldness gives him.

The land that they stand on is warm, but its heat is nothing compared to that of his body where her touch has trailed. His skin burns and crackles in her wake, and he shudders beneath her. Solomon was no celibate man, no stranger to this dance between stallion and mare, but she left him as jelly-legged as a fresh two-year-old, weathering the siren call of body to body for the first time. The anticipation that had been building slowly but steadily in his mind since he had first spotted her in the Meadows only served to dial his senses to a 10. With effort, he keeps his pale hooves still as she circles him slowly, leaving a burning trail along his body as she slinks against him. He stretches to trail his muzzle along her topline, groaning quietly as she lashes him with the milk-white strands of her tail.

How easy it would be to raise himself then, to take from her what his body begged for, to do as he had before. To extinguish the crackling flames inside of his body that threatened to consume him whole if he didn't do something. But he would lose her to the jungle, forever, if he did that.

Even if he fought for her and ripped her to the Cove, his flower girl would never be his in the way that she was in this moment ever again. And the fear of that was stronger than the pull of short-lived pleasure, and he lowers his head to chest height to reduce his temptation, watching instead, with hungry eyes, as she finishes her circuit to stand as before. Her words earn a strangled chuckle from him and he stretches to trail his bowed head against the plains of her chest. Playfully he pulls far enough away to trail back up her body, burying his muzzle amongst the strands of her mane to whisper huskily against her ear. "I don't know, maybe you should try again?"

Solomon moves as though to step forward when her hind hoof crashes down, and he laughs again as she decries him for being a distraction, but sobers as she shifts away from him. His body leans toward her, rejecting the space that she sought to create, but he does not follow her past a single step to regain his balance. Her spell on him is far from broken, but she disperses the fog in his brain slightly as with her request and his neck bows in surprise.

He had been so certain that they were building toward one specific conclusion that the sudden change of plans filled his whole body with a specific kind of frustration. With a snort he aims at the hardpacked sand of the beach with a lowered head, he pushes aside the exquisite agony of denying his baser instincts. Solomon had made his decision, and while he'd never experienced someone who could push and pull at the edges of his control so carefully as to fray it without picking it apart entirely, he was also absolutely certain that he would do whatever it took to earn him this beautiful flower girl.

Solomon eyes her quietly, his face crinkling into an amused smile as she assures him that they would be back to taunting each other soon. He groans and shakes his head as if to clear it before stepping toward the beach she'd indicated. "I am entirely certain you know exactly what you are doing to me, Çiçek."

Mirth dances in his tone, but he complies with her gesture and begins to walk along the shoreline. The open sea normally cleared his head, the rhythmic crashing of the waves a soothing backdrop to whatever thoughts bothered him, but he doubted that a nuclear bomb detonating next to him could distract him from her at this point.

As he paces next to her, close enough that their shoulders brush on occasion, he cocks his head so that he may look upon her face again. "What would you like to discuss? I promise, you have my full attention." Gently he stretches out to tug at one of the silver strands of her mane playfully as they walk, doing his best to keep his mind off of all the things he would much rather be doing than walking.

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