It was a dangerous sort of delight that flooded through Gaucho's veins as he departed with Ampere towards the Island. The danger was in the anticipation and excitement that he felt, and the complete lack of guilt.

Nothing hindered his thoughts. On previous trips to the Island, during patrols, speed had been an issue. Serenity had taken her sweet time, and Sikeax was unable to match his speed simply because she lacked the mechanism to do so (that is, she lacked wings). But Gaucho knew that even before their hooves left the sand that this wouldn't be a problem. Not with Ampere. She was fast. Like blue lightning her body streaked through the sky - he had seen it on many occasions. Quite possibly she was faster than he, even very likely. She was not built delicately like Sohalia was; her body was hardened by muscle, experience and raw sexuality. She utilized every ounce of her body as the WildFire was also want to do. Their bodies complimented each other easily, naturally in this regard. Both were marred by a combination of magic and splashes of colour, both were rugged and perfectly chiselled and conditioned for a singular purpose: survival. The WildFire knew nothing of Ampere's past, and nothing about this bothered him. Whatever had crafted her into the creature she was now was insignificant. She simply was, and the way that she was came easily to him.

Dangerously easily.

These thoughts did not linger in Gaucho's mind - he did not mull them over, weighing the consequences of potential situations that he and the Blue might find themselves in . They were simply the culmination of what he felt when he looked at her. He certainly couldn't put into words what it was he felt towards her, but really, when can we ever? Certain whimsical or poetic phrases might come close, but never do they truly capture the burning rush that accompanies a sultry glance, or the sudden wave of desire that rises between two bodies that only very nearly touch. Those moments are simply too physical to be articulated.

Fire flooded from beneath Gaucho's wings, creating pockets of warmth that aided in lifting his massive frame through the air. Although the air was brisk, the WildFire hardly noticed. His thoughts were on reaching the Island.

And racing Ampere all the way there.