As he moves away, a flash of bitter disappointment descends upon her, like a freezing tide. Was he really on such a short leash, that even their mere closeness was a problem? Was - Oh. Ohh. As his neck gently rose above her back, Phaedra could feel a heightened sense of everything within his proximity. Her neck crested and lowered, as her back rounded, forcing their golden pelts to meet. As his teeth found her creamy locks, tugged gently, Phaedra exhaled a shaky breath, as her eyes closed. Electricity tingled through her spine, as she sought to further press herself against him, to force him to take in her scent of cinnamon and lilac, and to forever imprint herself upon him. Res could keep his heart. That wasn't the muscle she was most interested in taking.
He played the game just as well as she; they were both going to enjoy this. But as he slipped in behind and to the side of her, Phaedra coyly rounded her neck to smile mischievously at him, just in time to see Zarina moving towards his ear. Phae's sparkling gaze widened with confusion, as his bonded sharply bit his ear. As Quil rears, Phaedra spins nimbly to face him, striding immediately to his side. She is concerned of course, but not even that can dampen the symphony of other things she is feeling. She laughs delicately, turning her nose inward, moving it closer to his.
"No sugar. Not quite."
Just as she is about to say more, she feels...grey? The feeling is bland, and cold and uncomfortable. It permeates her mind and begins to cool the yearning, burning ball of desire that had blossomed in her breast. Her want to tangle herself against him until it is impossible to discern one golden coat from the other is washing way, like and "I love you" written on the beach, erased by the waves. The Opulent, of course, hates this new feeling of distance, of celibacy. She doesn't want to feel alone, doesn't want to be amicable. Is this his magic? Is this a game, or an actual wall he is trying to construct? Setting her jaw, Phaedra forced her eyes to bat, even though the motion felt awkward and wrong. She would not give up so quickly - not when it had been so long before she had a real man to toy with.
She struggled to stay by his side, though found herself taking a step back. The distance between them seemed right, this new part of her mind told her. Why not a little more? Another step backwards was taken, and her mind continued to feel better. Even so, the mood was so entirely foreign to the golden girl, that it could not entrap her mind that quickly. Closing her sea-green eyes, Phaedra focused hard on the receding ball of desire within her breast. Her magic, which too had began to wane, slowly began to one again percolate, bubbling to the surface.
Pleasure delayer, she thought.
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HP: 45.5
