who cares if hell awaits? Romek

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. Oh the small children are absolutely breathtaking! They com bounding around Rom, egging one another on with nips and tugs and jabbing words. The young mare can not help but smile at the pair when they halt before the dark stallion. Mari only leaves her view of the handsome stallion to gaze upon the foals. The boy would grow strong, tall, fearless with the guidance of Romek. The girl would be a classical beauty, lithe and elegant. Her attention snaps back to the features that she has memorized a thousand times in her mind. The bone structures, the deep set eyes. The way little whiskers sprout on his chin. With the gentlest of tones, though gruff with his masculinity, he speaks to the pair and tells them to go play. Maribel smiles, her eyes dancing shyly as though she may be witnessing a private moment. "I am okay, Rom." Mari speaks after the foals have taken off to tear around the Tundra, their little legs kicking up a snowstorm. The golden woman feels a reassuring warmth wash over her when he asks, the touch of his skin making her heart leap and somersault excitedly. She relishes in his scent, the caress of his tangled mane snagging against her own. Lashes fall over the blue of her eyes but hs words break the spell. When he pulls away, Mari looks to him and concern clouds her features. She is scared...more scared than she had ever been. But then...then he asks. Oh his words. His words! The smile to cross her lips was so large that her cheeks hurt. She believes she can feel wetness in her eyes as she begins to nod furiously. Yes, yes Rom! A thousand times yes!" And before she can stop, she is smashing against him, her lips finding his and she does not pull away. Mari moves only to her face to wrap herself around the stallion tightly. "I would want that more than anything, Rom." The words are spoken only for him, lips murmuring against the darkness of his skin as she buries herself in his mane. M A R I B E L