Tembovu

“I have been called many things, but not often a gentleman,” he chuckled at her words, “And I would call you many things, but never short nor stubby.” His deep voice rumbled softly in the small space between them, the warmth in his words implying his choices would be of an admiring sort.

He grinned lopsidedly at her raising her head so proudly, but the grin fell away as he froze, deep blue gaze locked on her brilliant teal one- watching, breath held, body statuesque, as she reached her pink, velveteen towards his warm, black chest. It seemed like she stretched for an eternity, and yet all too soon her soft touch was brushing his broad, tense pectorals. Velvet maw against coarse, taut coat.

This simple, delicate touch- he felt it so intensely. It was warm, hot even, sending heat through his skin in deep into his chest- and south, to his groin. This was so fast, her touch so potent. Why?

Perhaps because her feeling him was so innocent. Innocent in the fact that it was uncomplicated. There was no double meaning, he was not doing this to get information or sabotage someone’s plans. She (he assumed) was not doing this to pump him for information or poison his water. There were no underhanded plans at work here- it was just a simple, unadulterated touch. He hadn’t had this in years.

This realization ended his inner turmoil, and he let out a long, relaxing, warm breath. Living muscles replaced the statue he had been as he lowered his head even further, bringing his thick black lips to rest along the crest of her neck. He directed her chained horn to the side of his neck, so as not to impale his own windpipe.

“Then I am incredibly happy, and lucky, you discarded your fear,” his surprisingly soft lips move against the silken, golden coat of her neck, warm breath washing across her skin, “And it would be a crime to injure a mare as beautiful as you, Rexanna,” indeed, he felt an unexpected stirring of fury at the thought of someone hurting her. Where did that come from?

He lips her cream mane, allowing himself this intimacy for a few moments longer. This might be fast, but it felt so real- so right- after so many years of simulated affections. Not wanting this moment to pass yet, he hums against her neck before asking, “Story time?” His deep, soft voice rumbled almost hopefully against her pelt, and he dipped his head lower, tracing his muzzle against the intricate curve of her shoulder.



ooc| aww, he just needed her to make the first move -throws heart confetti gleefully- @[Rexanna]