His touch stirred something inside her, something that began to fill that ache that she’d feared would never go away. Even though it was brief, her breath hitched as it caught and stumbled in her chest. Was this what her mother had felt like when she’d met her father? Their love was the only example of it that Aventuras had yet to know, and their love was strong. Her mother had told her of flings she’d had in her first few wild, adventurous years of living, but had admitted no stallion ever felt the way to her than Aventuras’s father had.
You are beautiful.
Out of anyone else’s mouth she might’ve rolled her eyes. Even last year when she and Margarita crossed paths with the lean brown stallion and he’d complimented her, she’d wanted his attention off of her as quickly as she could get it. His eyes on her had made her skin itch and feel uncomfortable. Nothing Arroyo did made her feel that way. Him calling her beautiful made her eyelashes flutter as her heart pounded and her cheeks flushed hotly. The faint pink could be seen in the white of the half of her face that bore her painted pattern, but not in the darker one.
He moved and Aventuras picked up her pale pink hooves to join him. It felt more freeing than she could remember anything feeling as of late. Her eyes drew to him, entranced by the silver-red as the pale moonlight brushed the sharp angles of his handsome body. Her blood coursed faster through her, making her feel warmer. They drew to a natural pause and he asked, Can I be close to you?
Aventuras was already working on catching her breath, but the question made her lungs pause anyways - as if her body was checking that it’d heard what it hoped it had. She stumbled in toward him with a wordless answer, closing the distance between them more boldly than she’d been in… well… as long as she could remember. There was no holding her back from putting her lips against his skin, damp and somewhat musky with his worked sweat.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” she admitted the words into his skin, then rubbed her whiskered, velvet lips along a line of muscle, then pulled back so her blue eyes could study him. “You feel like a dream.”
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