The whole meadow could be watching and she wouldn’t care, only wanting him to kiss her again until her lips are bruised and swollen from the roughness of his attention. Let the Beth’s & Jerry’s of the common lands stare and judge, let them side eye her and whisper. It matters little to her because she knows it comes from a place of envy, that the shame they throw now is something they will secretly long for at night in their dreams. Dreaming of themselves in the position she now finds herself in.
He nips her hard along her shoulder and she murmurs a wordless noise against the thick chorded muscles of his neck where she still lingers, the tangled threads of mane still pinched between her teeth as if she might be able to drag him beneath her the way she wishes she could do. She doesn’t care that the dust that cakes him rubs off on her, that she can taste the earth from his travel on her tongue. He is rough and calloused and everything that she had not realized she would find so appealing. A soft laugh escapes her as that delicious shiver returns with his hinted promises to show her many things and she certainly hopes he will keep it. There is a tone to his voice that grumbles with something less like thunder and it makes her insides curl with renewed wanting. He wastes no time pressing himself against her side and directing her towards the Forest and she willingly obeys.
She’s happy to be obedient for once as it will lead her to something that she wants. She realizes that this is perhaps the most reckless thing she has ever done, going home with a dark stranger she barely knows, but she doesn’t care. Nothing seems to matter but the thought of those promises that he had hinted at. She breaks into a gallop and hears him thundering behind her and the smile deepens on her lips. There is a sudden wild joy in the rich gold of her eyes as she kicks out her back legs and darts away from his snaps, making sure to throw her head over her shoulder as she runs so he can see the smoldering look within molten gold. He catches up enough to place a rather savage bite on her rump and she whips around to place a severe one of her own along the hard ridge of his shoulder, even as she backs herself into the river and feels the water washing away the sweat and sun of the meadow.
He was already intending on joining her here but with the way she backs into the shallows with that molten gaze, it almost seems as if she is luring him in. As if he is doing what she wants. As they move deeper he strides forward and she can’t help the small smile she gives, one that’s meant mostly for herself, when she notices how he moves his body to take the brunt of the current when they move a little deeper. Does he even realize this chivalrous act he’s done? She looks at him and wonders as her muzzle sweeps through the cool stream and then brushes along the parts of him that are still covered in dust, a cool kiss as his lips find her throat and she seems to purr like the jungle cat whose spots adorn her neck.
He bounds up on the bank and looks at her and there’s a moment where they both stand still. As if giving each other a chance to turn around and never look back. His look darkens and she tilts her head slightly as he speaks. Slowly she moves from the river and as she comes to stand before him she lets her teeth unhurriedly graze along his barrel. As if to confirm that there had never been any doubt in her mind to follow.
Once more he takes the brunt of the undergrowth for her and she acknowledges this with that small knowing smile. Memorizing and remembering. The air begins to grow colder the further they push in and her body shivers of its own accord, her damp fur starting to gooseflesh the further they go in. It becomes darker and she breathes it in, the dankness of the soil and the silence that some might find oppressive. Dappled light filters from the canopy above and catches slivers of blue amongst the black just as it illuminates the spots on her nape exactly as she knew it would. She follows him until they are most certainly alone and she presses her shivering body into the warmth of him, closing her eyes under the enjoyment of his tongue against her wet fur, the warmth that floods her from his breath and the stirring in her chest that reaches out for that unexpected tenderness he gives her. Storing that memory away too with a knowing heart.
When he speaks her eyes are still closed as she says, “No.” No it is not like her jungle which was humid and noisy. But the darkness here is similar to the darkness there and as her lids raise to reveal the brilliant amber beneath, they stare directly at him. “No, it is nothing like it. But it will do.” And with a sudden surge of confidence she winds herself beneath him so that her backside slides beneath his muzzle as she moves to his other side, leaving biting kisses in long trails along his indigo flesh as she slowly grazes the tip of her spiral once more along the highest point of his neck. Every inch of her body seems to tingle with her nerves as she wades into these unfamiliar waters with him but there is no fear to be found there, only a terrible excitement.
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