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12-11-2015, 07:05 PM
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
“I’m not upset, Temb.” Despite these being the words that he wanted, needed to hear, they were only balm to his burns, they did not heal them. They did not reassure. Black-rimmed ears twitch as her voice mimics his words, broken and vehement all encased in a velvet voice that was his undoing. He saw the fire leap from her voice to her eyes, and suddenly—
Suddenly she was there. Warm, soft body pushing into his hot, hard chest. Persistently shoving back his doubts, his fears. Silken coat a golden salve to his self-inflicted wounds. Instinctively he moulded his hard body around her, taking her into his embrace as much as she was holding him. He both heard and felt her words, atoning for his actions as her slender barrel vibrated them through his chest.
”This is the look of love.” His ears tilted back as his eyes closed, squeezing shut against the nearly painful rush of heat that filled him at her words. “I’m okay with this.” His thick neck curved, pulling her in tightly, feeling the visceral pull of wanting to believe her words so very badly. “Are you?” His lips unknowingly traced a welt on her neck as her words ripped through him.
His shut eyes did not see her light blue gaze, but he could feel their lightness on his face. Slowly, his dark blue eyes reappear from beneath black lids, and he unclenched a jaw he had not known he clamped shut. His muzzle parted to speak, but his throat was trapped by the rush of heat that had filled him when she spoke.
So his lips shut for a moment, his eyes stately closely, intimately, into hers. Reaching out, his muzzle traced the crest of her cheek, mere whispers on her face. “Yes, I’m okay with this,” quietly, huskily, his heartfelt words managed to travel across lovely skin.
Come what may, they would make it because this was the look of love.
Suddenly she was there. Warm, soft body pushing into his hot, hard chest. Persistently shoving back his doubts, his fears. Silken coat a golden salve to his self-inflicted wounds. Instinctively he moulded his hard body around her, taking her into his embrace as much as she was holding him. He both heard and felt her words, atoning for his actions as her slender barrel vibrated them through his chest.
”This is the look of love.” His ears tilted back as his eyes closed, squeezing shut against the nearly painful rush of heat that filled him at her words. “I’m okay with this.” His thick neck curved, pulling her in tightly, feeling the visceral pull of wanting to believe her words so very badly. “Are you?” His lips unknowingly traced a welt on her neck as her words ripped through him.
His shut eyes did not see her light blue gaze, but he could feel their lightness on his face. Slowly, his dark blue eyes reappear from beneath black lids, and he unclenched a jaw he had not known he clamped shut. His muzzle parted to speak, but his throat was trapped by the rush of heat that had filled him when she spoke.
So his lips shut for a moment, his eyes stately closely, intimately, into hers. Reaching out, his muzzle traced the crest of her cheek, mere whispers on her face. “Yes, I’m okay with this,” quietly, huskily, his heartfelt words managed to travel across lovely skin.
Come what may, they would make it because this was the look of love.
Tembovu
@Rexanna I don't want this to end ;-; but I think it's wrapping up. /cries since they're no longer lovey-dovey/
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