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the fine line between love and hate
Her purr had every effect she intended— despite the cool water in which he was submerged. He shifted as discomfort began to grow and enlarge beneath his barrel, though only a tick in his clenched jaw was the only other outward sign he gave the cat that she was, in fact, succeeding in her game. The deep breath he took in to steady himself was a mistake because, in such close quarters with her, it only gave him a lungful of her wet skin.
He sighed shallowly, then, as her muzzle merely dribbled water onto his wound— no touch, no warmth of her muzzle. Only cold, intermittent drops. It was maddening, but he closed his eyes for a moment to clear his head. Though this was, in fact, the wrong thing to do, as it heightened the rest of his body's sensations. Navy gaze pops open and his head swiveled to watch her, thick neck deeply arching to the side as she was to see her body close to his. Heated navy eyes that struggled to cool glanced between the bloodied stream of water, her moist muzzle, and her face. His brows raise, as if to say, ‘that’s the best cleaning you can do?’ Though he doesn’t quite trust his voice to be controlled at the moment. So, instead, his lips pursed slightly.
Though her next question was easier, safer, to answer. “I was testing the skills of one our Specters, Raeden. She’d caught an intruder on our borders, and I wanted to see if she could have handled him, had I not arrived,” his rumble started hoarse but ended easily.
He paused, eyes inadvertently sweeping her body, before asking, “Tell me, what brings you to the Secret Grove, Ada?”
He sighed shallowly, then, as her muzzle merely dribbled water onto his wound— no touch, no warmth of her muzzle. Only cold, intermittent drops. It was maddening, but he closed his eyes for a moment to clear his head. Though this was, in fact, the wrong thing to do, as it heightened the rest of his body's sensations. Navy gaze pops open and his head swiveled to watch her, thick neck deeply arching to the side as she was to see her body close to his. Heated navy eyes that struggled to cool glanced between the bloodied stream of water, her moist muzzle, and her face. His brows raise, as if to say, ‘that’s the best cleaning you can do?’ Though he doesn’t quite trust his voice to be controlled at the moment. So, instead, his lips pursed slightly.
Though her next question was easier, safer, to answer. “I was testing the skills of one our Specters, Raeden. She’d caught an intruder on our borders, and I wanted to see if she could have handled him, had I not arrived,” his rumble started hoarse but ended easily.
He paused, eyes inadvertently sweeping her body, before asking, “Tell me, what brings you to the Secret Grove, Ada?”
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