He was softer than she expected he'd be. Rather than the cruel slap of flame upon flesh or the brutal glow of summer sunlight, he was like a new dawn just peeking over the slumbering world, playful and inviting with his warmth. It was the kind of warmth that was just enough to tease you into chasing it so that you might feel its comfort further.

She relaxed, if only by a margin. His words seemed honest, and none of them suggested he was here to strip her of what he had given her. "No take backs," she thought with a childish glee that expressed itself like a rough smile, one that stretched only partially on the right side of her face - ever asymmetric.

Even so, Ampere was not calm. Her frustrations remained bundled up inside her, surfacing in new ways with every passing word and thought. "Brothers," she thought with a scoff, remembering all to well the scouring of their eyes and the sneer in their voices at the meeting. Maybe the God of the Sun had not deemed her unworthy today, and maybe she had the confidence in herself, for this moment at least, but their opinion remained unwavering with disapproval. It was an entirely different kind of weight, but no less oppressive. Its restrictions made her struggle instinctively, but this was not a battle she could win through blood alone (beating them into submission was certainly out of the option).

How could she convince them to love her, when she was so sparse with the feeling herself?

Her gaze which had wandered away in their shared moment was immediately wrenched back with the god's movement. His stride was like a golden shimmer, the way the heat played in the distant horizon line, and it was not something she could ignore, regardless of what raged within her.

His touch was even more commanding, her senses melting into worthlessness after her initial shudder, as though he were driving a chill out of her. Ever since the ocean had been swallowed by the darkness and she'd been driven underground Ampere had wanted nothing more than to nestle in the embrace of someone strong, someone warm, someone handsome.

Just as he had done before, the God of the Sun gave her precisely what she needed.

Her stiffness gave way beneath him with a single exhale. Such was the release of tangled emotions that for a moment Ampere was worried she might burst into tears, a most embarrassing thing indeed, but her body saved her. In this moment of frailty her mind was overwhelmed by commands ingrained in her muscles. She let herself grow lost in him. Much like slipping into unconsciousness, Ampere protected herself in this way.

Her muzzle brushed up against his neck, light and delicate at first, but quickly she began to rub it against his brilliant hide. She groomed him, caressed him, absorbed him like a drug. Her tail twitched lightly at her flanks, while a low, soft sound crooned in her chest. Any fear of his flames or his godliness was forgotten in the moment of his embrace. He was masculine, that was all that mattered.