07-30-2015, 09:17 PM
fiasko
He’s so gentle, so loving.She smiles into his touch, and as his muzzle presses against hers she simply stops resisting. She delights in the way his lips dance over her skin, the way his breath tickles her coat. She had never, ever believed that she would be able to have something like this. She’d always considered herself too ugly, too broken - an abomination.
But, in her heart of hearts, she knows Jason would not fake this. He’s not manipulative - he’s the sort of stallion that wears his heart on his sleeve. And he had rejected Voudou, after all, and the black friesian is far prettier than she. There would be nothing gained from faking this.
He answers her question, and a few more tears stream down her cheeks. No one’s ever seen her in such a way. She didn’t even know anyone could see her in such a way. Then he asks what she thinks of him, and she freezes. How does she even begin? “I think you are kind and caring … far more than anyone I’ve ever met. And honest. And hardworking.” She leans into his touch, just a little. “Honestly it’s … it’s …. a little terrifying.” She looks away, both shocked and embarrassed by the admission. She doesn’t know what it is, but there’s something about him that just makes her want to tell him everything, and never stop.
i'm still waiting for the world to end