Where We Belong [Phaedra]

[OPEN] Where We Belong [Phaedra]

Phaedra the Opulent Posts: 343

Deceased

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.3 :: 6 Buff: NOVICE

Stella :: Secretary Bird :: None Aud

07-02-2014, 09:21 PM

All Quil needed was to see that adorable things, were for children. He would find out soon enough, if he hadn't already, that neediness, wasn't the only way to make a man feel masculine.

She lets her eyes drop in an obvious way, to study the curve of his neck, and the strength of his chest. She inhales, as if trying to hide her feminine intrigue, though the sound is clearly audible, and meant for him to hear. She steps closer. They are nearly touching now - their shoulders mere centimeters a part. The heat between them feels almost tangible, as if there is a very real buffer between the two, threatening to break. The desire to lean in, to shatter whatever space and consequences there are, to thrust her golden body against his, causes what feels like both a laugh and a scream to to well in the back of Phaedra's throat. But she does not scream, and she does not laugh. The feeling radiates through her core, a bright white-hot mixture of excitement, desire, and intrigue. Even though she is still, it feels like the whole world is spinning around them.

"Well sugar.." She begins, turning her pale muzzle inward, and angling it upwards towards his ear. Her lips are turned upwards, as if unable to hide the unmistakable vixen-like smile that his firmly in place. "...I hear its all about blood flow." Her voice has dropped to nearly a whisper, though the song-like quality is still there; she does not let the raspiness that normally accompanies a whisper sully the mood.