Falls

She meets him, leans into him, gives him permission even before the word leaves her mouth and still he waits until the waiting is its own sweet torture. Only then does he give in with as much gentleness as he can manage in his awkward, hormonal state.

When he is done, and his four hooves are once more solidly on the ground, some measure of clarity returns to him. It's not much - given the afterglow that consumes every fiber of his being - but it's enough to make him realize what he'd done, and what he'd taken from this sweet, gentle mare. There's not enough brainpower left for regret, not truly, but there is a sense of compassion and responsibility that envelops him. She'd needed him and he'd needed her and now, as far as his limited brain power was able to comprehend, they were together forever.

The lean tobiano pressed his shy smile into an affectionate caress of her hip as he trailed back forward on legs that were still wobbly. Worriedly, his gaze rose from the gentle slopes of her topline to her face, desperate to see her reaction. Did she hate him? He had tried to be gentle, but there was only so much he could do when everything in him was consumed with desire and lust.

"Ariah, I-" His voice cuts out again, his face flushing beneath his fur. What could he even say to her to make up for the fact that he'd taken advantage of her kindness? "I'm sorry. I…. Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to." Again his muzzle reached for the plane of her shoulder as he stepped forward, back to standing shoulder to ribcage. Hurriedly, he searches for words to help explain why he had done what he'd done, but they are tangled in the memory of how badly he had wanted her… and still did. "I wanted you so badly I couldn't think straight… You're so beautiful," he murmured softly, stretching forward to brush her cheek if she would let him. "I wanted to ask if you would stay with me, and I just got lost in the moment."

Awkward and trying to fill in the gaps, he stumbles over an explanation, his gaze still searching hers for a reaction. "I live in the Arch and I was wondering if you would come home with me, or if you had a home somewhere else and I just-" He cuts off again, drawing in a slow breath to steady himself.

He tries to hold her gaze, but the uneasy flicking of his ears gives away his fear that he'd somehow chased her away for good. "Can you forgive me?"