How hesitant Carl was to budge, even at December's okay that he was no threat. His eyes shifted slightly to look over the painted beast, before snorting and walking to the corner of the cave. There he placed his rump roughly on the stone, his standard pouty face on as he watched with stoic expression at the couple before him. The mare never let her gaze leave him, too afraid that he would vanish on her again, and that was too soon for her liking. How soft his voice was, so intent on trying to calm her when she knew he was nervous and terrified, and this couldn't help but make her eyes shimmer in delight. She watched him patiently, with her standard stoic expression as he approached her, slipping to her side and curling down next to her, soft feathers tickling her chilled hide. Shivers ran along her spine and she sucked in her breath slightly, definitely not used to anyone, let alone an attractive man, being so comfortable with making such intimate contact. With his wings upon her flank and his body pressed to hers, she couldn't help but grow hot, her heart beginning to thud in her thick chest with a sudden intensity.
Her eyes shifted to him almost anxiously, as if to ask if her was actually okay with this, if this was what he truly wanted, before finally melting into his embrace. He was just so warm... she couldn't deny it. Her body wracked in shivers from the cold, and she longed to seep up all of his body heat to stabilize her own temperature. She normally didn't like the heat, didn't like feeling warm at any point of the day at any time, but if it meant Miykael snuggling up to her and offering her a wing blanket, how in the names of the Gods could she refuse? When his breath was upon her cheek she only grew hotter, looking away suddenly in uncertainty, breaths coming quickly as she didn't know to respond, and yet she didn't mind any moment of it. After a moment of collecting herself, the mare finally turned her gaze to him, watching him with those intense eyes as he agreed with her, reassured her, before speaking in a roguish way and letting a smirk grace his maw. She blinked, not sure how to respond to him. Was he... flirting?
She had never flirted before, even their first encounter had been rather straight forward, she had wanted him and made it clear, and he had obliged. There had been no coy smiles, winks and witty banter, simply her being her, and he had still stayed, and had still accepted her. Was that what a relationship was supposed to be like? Before she could even stop herself, her lips her finding the curve of his jaw, pressing there tenderly before her head slipped beneath his, bringing her skull against his chest and the curve of his neck. She took in a deep breath and smelled only him, enjoying every minute of it, and with time she began to forget just how cold she was. His next words caused her eyes to open briefly, staring at the dark wall of the cave blankly as she let the comment sink in, before finally breaking free of the sweet embrace.
Letting her dark gaze explore him, his body, eyes, and dark lips, she couldn't help but realize how much she had truly missed him, how much he had been on her mind since their departure. Did he think of her every day like she thought of him? Did he wonder where she was? Did he miss her like she managed to miss him? How smitten she had become, so attached and dependent on the man she had only met once and fucked in the same exact meeting. Yet it was so much more than that, so much more than a meet and bang, or even a meaningful conversation. Something had sparked that day in the cold that they were in now, something grew and began to swell within them both that made her wanting more, and she only hoped he wanted more too. Letting her eyes finally meet his again after much exploration, she spoke in her standard tone, " Where have you been? I've... thought of you often. Was it okay for her to say that? Were they on that level in this... whatever? She only hoped so, otherwise she truly was an idiot.
Talking.
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