The stars were burning bright above, and the forest played in tune with his riveting growls into a lovely serenade. Eyes drawn to him, she was engrossed by this new side. Highly protective, with an unsettled intensity he carried. As if she needed any more reason to want him. This protector part of him only made her attractions climb, and want to please him further. Strong, steady like a mountain she did not budge from place upon the earth. Nothing would sway against firm stance, and heart was wide open to him. Waiting...just waiting what more she could do. How else she may convince him.
He came close, wrappin' round her. She sealed eyes against the rich moonlight, and took a deep breath. Losing herself in his touch, a gentle sigh mixed with a tender whimper coaxed from her lips. There was quick wingbeats, and lids flickered opened to reveal an owl tracing through the air above. She watched bemused by Borden's actions of telling the owl what for. It made lovingly smile upon her mate with an inextricable fondess, for he would make a wonderful father. A strong guardian and protector to her, and their offspring. Blinking, patiently she watched him collect himself for a time. The motion of his tail, stroking quickly threw the air showed he was at some ease, but his rampant breaths spoke otherwise. Something inside was still wound up, wound tight ready to spring.
A low whimper hummed in her throat, calling him to her. She was wondering what he was thinking when his face lingered across from hers. He seemed struck with so much, but unable to convey his emotions to words. Trying, and failing."Shh, I know,"she breathed, giving a gentle touch of her cold nose to his. His quivering motions had heart running wild, a deep feeling what she wanted to give. So sweetly was the sounding of the white flag clear in the single whimper, now it was her turn.
Rising, she nuzzled her cheek against his affecionately one last time. And her ashen form started quaking with the moment near. Yet steadily she slid down his side, rubbing against him diligently giving off a longing moan. Only half done she curved round sweeping up against the oppisite side. She was his, and he was hers and she wanted the world to know. If that was not convincing enough she paused lipping at the base of his ears, till she further glided past him. But she stopped, head curled round ready to surrender to him. |