Sex: Female She felt miserable. Her body felt all wrong, hot and cold at the same time, aching for physical contact to cure the infernal itch. But when she glanced at Aleister, all she felt was trepidation. While there was a physical magnetism, the power of instinct calling her to act, emotionally she was anxious and confused, more caught up in her own inner turmoil than any feelings towards the man. And at the same time she felt bad for that, like she was being selfish and cold. Al had been so nice to her, so understanding of her skittishness – they’d shared their pasts with one another, opened up more than Flair had with anyone else in her life – she liked him, but not in this way. Her eyes flicked to his when he spoke, chest tightening with anxiety. Despite his smile, she scrutinized his words for any sign of bitterness, any hint that she might have hurt him with her rejection. But she found none, not that she could detect at least. A breath she hadn’t known she was holding escaped in relief, ears flicking up hesitantly. The boy’s kind expression showed only understanding, and Flair felt conflicted again, as if she should be feeling drawn to him; So why don’t I? It was a mystery she couldn’t face right now, tiredness flushing over her as every tensed muscle relaxed, her heart slowing from its anxious gallop. Aleister settled down pleasantly, agreeing to stay despite her rebuff and she felt even more at ease, happy for the company. She in turn lowered herself to the floor, rolling up so that she faced the entrance, which he guarded, keeping a small distance between them; Just to be on the safe side… But the air felt calmer now, like they had mastered their instincts and were back to normal, friendly companionship. Laying her head down on outstretched paws, Flair glanced towards her friend one last time, murmuring, already half asleep; “Thank you.” Word count: 329 ”Speech" Thoughts |
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