03-17-2017, 01:12 AM
we’re on each other’s team…
And when he smiled, Lord she wanted to sin. She looked at him, and kept her body still, but inside her head, her thoughts were running. Blurring, changing, washing clean. She was looking for a change—looking for something. Ruan. Don’t forget about Ruan. She loved her husband. She loved everything about him. But where was he?
He’d left her. Again.
She sighed, exhaling a low, warm breath. Her chest rose with purpose and she took one small step towards him… Towards, Alek. The air had taken on a warmth, an electric charge that was unexpected, and exciting. A new hunt. A new place to call home. Something different, something changed. Mother Mary, hear my prayer. The Irish lady spun her rosary once again, and she lifted her head towards him again, sadness twinging the corners of her eyes, slowly replaced by purpose. The silent whispers of his mind were always there—she could not shut off her magic entirely—and she hears his thoughts come and go, just slightly. There’s my girl, he says, and she finds that even in the dark, she worries that she could be caught blushing, and immediately tries to wipe the embarrassment from her face.
She’s not a young woman anymore, to be sure. Not by a long shot.
He speaks further… his voice gravelly, turning thick and rough, like the after effects of her favorite bourbon. The back of her throat burns as she drinks him in, and there in the dark, she sees his smile; he talks of large game.
The corner of her mouth turns up and her tail flips around her body like a black cloak. “These grounds are open. It is when you cross the river and go west that you reach Taiga. That is my home. But feel free to peruse them at your leisure, Alek.” She tests the name on her tongue, and finds that she likes the taste. Is afraid of how good it feels to speak someone else’s name. She had not had much company in recent months, save for the disastrous family meeting she had tried to gather. “There are many stag in those woods. There is a bear also, but he is a guardian. ” She speaks of Siberian, and her face falls again, almost to the point of being crushed. Siberian. The very reason her marriage had dissolved into tatters around her feet. A shifter.
Her mind sparks, and pushes forward past the painful memory, pushing it away from her eyes. She would not think of that. Not tonight. But it did bring about her next thought process… “You must be a shifter also.” She brings her vision back directly in line with his. “And, judging by your build, and preference for large game, I would venture to say you were of the family Panthera, am I correct?”
She of course has the unfair advantage, but she uses this opportunity to shamelessly look at his body, determining quite honestly what her findings were. He moves with the gracefulness of a cat. Sleek and sexy.
Like he knows he owns it. That dangerous take charge.
Reagan smiles small, as she looks up at him. “I have some abilities as a shifter also.”
He’d left her. Again.
She sighed, exhaling a low, warm breath. Her chest rose with purpose and she took one small step towards him… Towards, Alek. The air had taken on a warmth, an electric charge that was unexpected, and exciting. A new hunt. A new place to call home. Something different, something changed. Mother Mary, hear my prayer. The Irish lady spun her rosary once again, and she lifted her head towards him again, sadness twinging the corners of her eyes, slowly replaced by purpose. The silent whispers of his mind were always there—she could not shut off her magic entirely—and she hears his thoughts come and go, just slightly. There’s my girl, he says, and she finds that even in the dark, she worries that she could be caught blushing, and immediately tries to wipe the embarrassment from her face.
She’s not a young woman anymore, to be sure. Not by a long shot.
He speaks further… his voice gravelly, turning thick and rough, like the after effects of her favorite bourbon. The back of her throat burns as she drinks him in, and there in the dark, she sees his smile; he talks of large game.
The corner of her mouth turns up and her tail flips around her body like a black cloak. “These grounds are open. It is when you cross the river and go west that you reach Taiga. That is my home. But feel free to peruse them at your leisure, Alek.” She tests the name on her tongue, and finds that she likes the taste. Is afraid of how good it feels to speak someone else’s name. She had not had much company in recent months, save for the disastrous family meeting she had tried to gather. “There are many stag in those woods. There is a bear also, but he is a guardian. ” She speaks of Siberian, and her face falls again, almost to the point of being crushed. Siberian. The very reason her marriage had dissolved into tatters around her feet. A shifter.
Her mind sparks, and pushes forward past the painful memory, pushing it away from her eyes. She would not think of that. Not tonight. But it did bring about her next thought process… “You must be a shifter also.” She brings her vision back directly in line with his. “And, judging by your build, and preference for large game, I would venture to say you were of the family Panthera, am I correct?”
She of course has the unfair advantage, but she uses this opportunity to shamelessly look at his body, determining quite honestly what her findings were. He moves with the gracefulness of a cat. Sleek and sexy.
Like he knows he owns it. That dangerous take charge.
Reagan smiles small, as she looks up at him. “I have some abilities as a shifter also.”