[How easy it seems to forget certain things when they are alone together. When he smiles, and says such things, and she cannot help but pull him up with her, to kiss and claim in action and body now that she has somewhat managed in word. Now that he has given her a glimpse into past, that he had chosen her hand. Even if she wasn't heading into heat again... it would inspire her, stoke the fire in her loins that she explores with him, learning intimately each motion and sound as he goes and she follows- and as she learns... begins to lead.
She certainly cannot claim that he did not meet her challenge, even in jest.
It's tempting to simply fall asleep again, the curfew and their faces being known to the Vakdir making it all to easy to remain abed. But the ring is calling to her, though she groans somewhat weakly in protest even as she stretches sweat-streaked muscles and pulls her heavy hair off her neck, panting softly in the aftermath. She wanted-
Perhaps... not too fast. Not too much. Just a little... just a touch. Carefully Hayame extricates her borrowed body from his with a fleeting kiss, slips from the too-warm sheets, and lowers herself to the floor, shivering when bare flesh touches it. (Human bodies... so unprotected.) Hesitates... but then carefully pulls the ring from her finger.
This way... tucking up her hooves and curling on her side, puts her at just the right height to lean her upper body on the mattress. To pillow her head on her arms and watch him, both sets of lungs expanding in slow, even rhythm as she settles back into the form that feels more natural, despite it not being the one that was most natural to be with him. But like this... just maybe.]
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She certainly cannot claim that he did not meet her challenge, even in jest.
It's tempting to simply fall asleep again, the curfew and their faces being known to the Vakdir making it all to easy to remain abed. But the ring is calling to her, though she groans somewhat weakly in protest even as she stretches sweat-streaked muscles and pulls her heavy hair off her neck, panting softly in the aftermath. She wanted-
Perhaps... not too fast. Not too much. Just a little... just a touch. Carefully Hayame extricates her borrowed body from his with a fleeting kiss, slips from the too-warm sheets, and lowers herself to the floor, shivering when bare flesh touches it. (Human bodies... so unprotected.) Hesitates... but then carefully pulls the ring from her finger.
This way... tucking up her hooves and curling on her side, puts her at just the right height to lean her upper body on the mattress. To pillow her head on her arms and watch him, both sets of lungs expanding in slow, even rhythm as she settles back into the form that feels more natural, despite it not being the one that was most natural to be with him. But like this... just maybe.]