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Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away, just like every storm runs out of rain
She had never questioned if her love was limited. She had never had a reason to before, had never loved this deeply, or this often. She had never stayed long enough, never given in to the weight of responsibilities which in turn tied her into the lives of so many others, and they to her. There was no denying the immense feeling she held for this stallion here and now though, and the stallion swathed in fire that roamed somewhere among the desert. Could she love both of them? Was she capable of loving them both, and perhaps most importantly, was it right to?
The thought might have continued, might have tortured the blue mare, but Mesec's response doused the very inkling of it from her conscious, drowning it beneath the gentle exchange of their skin against each other. It was probably for the best; having just stumbled out of the frigid sea of grief, she surely could not weather a bath in despair so soon. The notion of pushing aside her regrets, her thoughts, her rationality all in the name of love was nothing new for Ampere, and so she submitted to the process easily and eagerly. Her name, lent in such a supple way from his lips, only encouraged her. In place of rejection she found return, a fear at long last cast away, lost in the dark folds that encompassed her in the breadth of Mesec's capable chest.
He asked, she answered.
Ampere continued to press herself against him, moving from the gentle nips on his shoulder to trail her muzzle down the length of his spine. Her tail floated against their legs, tangling them together until they'd have nothing left but to fall wholly into one another. There was no uncertainty in her now, no trepidation or worry or doubt that might make her linger too long just above his musculature. This was Ampere renewed, born again with his words and stepping into a solidarity that her youth and all its lustful cravings had never dreamt of. This was unlike anything she had ever done, because it wasn't just sex and heat and need, this was friendship molded into love, this was moonlight spun into heat, and this was giving rather than taking.
"Mesec," she breathed, pushing the word up against him. "Love me" she asked, not needing him to say it, or decide on it. She just needed to feel it; not in the absence of his refusals, but in the acceptance of her pressures and the addition of his own. If he didn't know, she would guide him, because she could fulfill him in all the ways he had her.
Ampere held out her hand for him, ready to take him into another adventure, ready to chase storms or sunlight or anything as long as it was with him.
[FADE TO BLACK??? idk :O]
The thought might have continued, might have tortured the blue mare, but Mesec's response doused the very inkling of it from her conscious, drowning it beneath the gentle exchange of their skin against each other. It was probably for the best; having just stumbled out of the frigid sea of grief, she surely could not weather a bath in despair so soon. The notion of pushing aside her regrets, her thoughts, her rationality all in the name of love was nothing new for Ampere, and so she submitted to the process easily and eagerly. Her name, lent in such a supple way from his lips, only encouraged her. In place of rejection she found return, a fear at long last cast away, lost in the dark folds that encompassed her in the breadth of Mesec's capable chest.
He asked, she answered.
Ampere continued to press herself against him, moving from the gentle nips on his shoulder to trail her muzzle down the length of his spine. Her tail floated against their legs, tangling them together until they'd have nothing left but to fall wholly into one another. There was no uncertainty in her now, no trepidation or worry or doubt that might make her linger too long just above his musculature. This was Ampere renewed, born again with his words and stepping into a solidarity that her youth and all its lustful cravings had never dreamt of. This was unlike anything she had ever done, because it wasn't just sex and heat and need, this was friendship molded into love, this was moonlight spun into heat, and this was giving rather than taking.
"Mesec," she breathed, pushing the word up against him. "Love me" she asked, not needing him to say it, or decide on it. She just needed to feel it; not in the absence of his refusals, but in the acceptance of her pressures and the addition of his own. If he didn't know, she would guide him, because she could fulfill him in all the ways he had her.
Ampere held out her hand for him, ready to take him into another adventure, ready to chase storms or sunlight or anything as long as it was with him.
[FADE TO BLACK??? idk :O]
Ampere
The Mother of Companions
Tag me only if starting a new thread.
Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
