05-10-2016, 04:29 PM
"Evil requires no reason."
Her discomfort is plain to him as his eyes rove eagerly across her body. Her muscles clench and release, her legs began to shift slightly. Her ears flicker back and forth into her mane. Her gasp of breath when the tiny woodland violet creeps up out of the ground in front of her son. Her breath against the delicate flower petals and her long sigh of remembrance urges him to make more.
So he does.
Thousands of them pop up around them, bursting through the green grass, turning the ground into a blue and purple carpet. A smile curls his lips and he says nothing, even when she doesn't thank him for the flower. The tears in her eyes tell him more than she thinks it might. Others could blame it on hormones, blame the bundle beneath her hooves, and no doubt she wants to. He would feel the same. But he knows, in the gentle way she touches his cheek, brushing her lips across his skin...he knows.
She takes a moment to lean into his body and he touches her face with his lips, dragging them down her neck. He enjoys her warmth, his dark eyes still watching her, noting every movement, every breath, every hitch in her chest.
And then she is gone, sidestepping away from him, moving around their child like the little demon was a barrier. There was no getting away from shadows, they always like to chase. So he does, his hooves are moving moments after hers have stopped and his eyes might have a predatory gleam in them. There also might be a little bit of something else as he slides closer to her. Tendrils of darkness coming off his body to brush against her skin as he approaches.
He presses his chest into her shoulder, wrapping his neck across her back, his lips and teeth nibbling here and there where they could. "Rys. What if I told you I lied about something?" He begins, a small smile curling his lips as he speaks where she cannot see his face. He waits a moment feeling those muscles coil and uncoil beneath her beautiful skin because he was here and she was fighting it.
He had fought it. Fought it since that first fucking meeting when she had blown his world apart with lightning and sex and blood. Fought it until he had practically bloodied himself into a pulp. But yet the feelings were still there. She was still fighting it, but he would make it easier for her if he could.
"What if I could give you more?" His lips trailing from her back. His head moving from her shoulders so that his lips could drag themselves up her neck and he could taste her skin there. "What if I want to give you more?" He questions, lips moving against her skin as they climbed higher and higher until they reached her cheek. "What if I want to catch you when you fall?" And then he is eye level and while there might be a small smile on his lips, his eyes were deadly serious.
His thoughts no longer hidden in those dark depths, easily she would be able to see what he felt for her without any lies or premises.
So he does.
Thousands of them pop up around them, bursting through the green grass, turning the ground into a blue and purple carpet. A smile curls his lips and he says nothing, even when she doesn't thank him for the flower. The tears in her eyes tell him more than she thinks it might. Others could blame it on hormones, blame the bundle beneath her hooves, and no doubt she wants to. He would feel the same. But he knows, in the gentle way she touches his cheek, brushing her lips across his skin...he knows.
She takes a moment to lean into his body and he touches her face with his lips, dragging them down her neck. He enjoys her warmth, his dark eyes still watching her, noting every movement, every breath, every hitch in her chest.
And then she is gone, sidestepping away from him, moving around their child like the little demon was a barrier. There was no getting away from shadows, they always like to chase. So he does, his hooves are moving moments after hers have stopped and his eyes might have a predatory gleam in them. There also might be a little bit of something else as he slides closer to her. Tendrils of darkness coming off his body to brush against her skin as he approaches.
He presses his chest into her shoulder, wrapping his neck across her back, his lips and teeth nibbling here and there where they could. "Rys. What if I told you I lied about something?" He begins, a small smile curling his lips as he speaks where she cannot see his face. He waits a moment feeling those muscles coil and uncoil beneath her beautiful skin because he was here and she was fighting it.
He had fought it. Fought it since that first fucking meeting when she had blown his world apart with lightning and sex and blood. Fought it until he had practically bloodied himself into a pulp. But yet the feelings were still there. She was still fighting it, but he would make it easier for her if he could.
"What if I could give you more?" His lips trailing from her back. His head moving from her shoulders so that his lips could drag themselves up her neck and he could taste her skin there. "What if I want to give you more?" He questions, lips moving against her skin as they climbed higher and higher until they reached her cheek. "What if I want to catch you when you fall?" And then he is eye level and while there might be a small smile on his lips, his eyes were deadly serious.
His thoughts no longer hidden in those dark depths, easily she would be able to see what he felt for her without any lies or premises.
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