White December

When he responded to her advances it only surged her forward, her eyes closing tightly to take in all of him as his body seemed to meld with hers. They blended together, going to and fro with tender kisses and lustful sounds, and she was sure she had begun to break out into a sweat. Her breathing grew heavy, and her eyes filled with a certain haze as she stared at him, it lingering only briefly at her confession before returning tenfold. He wasted not time in touching her, kissing her head and letting his warm breath tickle her senses and cause shivers to run along her spine. Her breathing hitched for a moment, before she relaxed into him and pressed forward, closing the distance he had made when he had begun to speak to her. She could hear the longing in his tone, the deep husk causing chills to run up and down her legs as she wanted him now, not after he finished talking. But she would be polite and wait, and she indulged herself in his touch by resting her cheek against his shoulder and simply listening to his words.

When he returned her feelings she thought her heart would burst from her chest, soar into the air and fly away to heaven, because that's where she felt she was right now. It pounded against her grey chest and she only smiled softly, it genuine and foreign on her smoky lips, but lovely all the same. Her ears pricked to show she was still listening, despite her mouth beginning to leave more love bites along his shoulder absent-mindedly, her body elsewhere with its intentions. He wanted to get to know her more, to explore this and let it become something more than just a heated one night stand. She paused in her kissing, flickering long lashes up to him to stare into those blue eyes, waiting as she held her breath and simply watched him. What had she done to be blessed with such a man, such an angel, who seemed to truly want to love her for her. Was love even an accurate way to describe it? Did she love him right now? Most likely not. Could she love him? Quite possibly. These emotions were so new to her, so wonderful yet terrifying and they threw her mind in different directions as she tried to conquer through the disarray. All she could focus on though were those stunning blue eyes, her saving grace, her salvation in this dark hour.

She curved her head slightly to press her lips to the edge of his muzzle, closing her eyes to savor the velveteen fully, before giving way so he could make a move of his own. She pressed her cheek into his muzzle as he left his mark there, and remained pleasantly still when he moved on to her ear. She patiently listened, his breath causing shivers to run along her spine and the heat within her to explode, but she dare not move until there was a silence between them. Her breathing was still heavy, ragged with desire and confusion and every emotion in between that she had yet to fathom. Yet she didn't care. She only care for him, the man who had taken the time to see her for who she was and decided to stay. That was the greatest gift she could have ever been given. And so she looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with her new found joy, excitement intermingled in her steel gaze along with a fleeting glimpse of uncertainty. It was fleeting alright, vanishing into nothing as she had made her decision; she would fight for him. To be with him, to make this whatever they wanted it to be and to love unconditionally. She would open herself to him and let him see the wretched being she was, but she would do so willingly, trusting that he would not turn her away. How could she when he had given her something so great and lovely; freedom.

"I want to worry about now. We will discuss our future later," she spoke at least, tone deep and filled with sultry desire as her expression changed to a lustful one, lips pursing slightly as she tossed her forelock out of her face to get a better view of the handsome stallion before her. She took only one step closer, her muzzle finding his ear as she teasingly brushed her lips against it, before breathing out heavily in a husky whisper, "Take me, and I will be yours." She pulled away, slowly mind you with swaying hips and a knowing smirk against her maw. Her turned herself away from him, tail lifted to the side to open herself to him, to give him what they both so desired, all the while glancing back at him and batting her eyes sweetly. This was what she wanted, what they seemed to both want, and she would not let this opportunity pass her by.


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Tag: @[Miykael]
OOC: Ugh the video looks amazing! I couldn't listen cause no volume on this computer but the video helped a lot. Sorry it's a little choppy, it's been awhile since I've posted but it brought back all my muse!!! We can talk later tonight on skype about whether or not this will result in a foal or not. I'm fine either way :P