02-10-2022, 12:55 PM
Lillibet
Lillibet watches and waits, her breath bated and golden eyes hooded as Bolder’s gaze seeks her out. She sees the fleeting glances to her ivory neck and curved hip, and she mirrors them with stolen glimpses of her own. She lingers at the set of his jaw and the sinew of his mahogany hind, no longer obscured by the brilliantly feathered wings that had previously rested against his sides. The ethereal woman waits for him to finally bridge the gap between them and turn the electricity they feel into something more. They both play at the edge of whatever this is ─ the heat coils in Lillibet’s stomach and her heart beats a rapid staccato at the inside of her ribs, just begging to be let out.
And just when she thinks he might press that soft maw against her alabaster skin, the wave of their desire is tugged back out to sea. She’s able to breathe, but only for a moment, as she whispers her plans into the flute of his pricked ear.
Bolder’s silver gaze catches and holds her ─ Lillibet returns it confidently, the fire in her eyes blazing. She anticipates his response, curious which path he will take. He could choose to leave the Meadow and carry this information back to the Crown of the East, swiping away her plans just as swiftly as her impulsive mind had brainstormed them if his aunt and uncle so wished.
Or…
His voice is gruffer than before and it feeds another flare of heat in her stomach. Lillibet giggles quietly under her breath and tilts her head to the side, letting the space between their cheeks dwindle and her lilac-tinted forelock fall in faux-inhibition across the twinkle in her eyes.
“And then I will need someone to keep me company while I explore my new home, won’t I?” It’s not a direct invitation, but he doesn’t need one. And if the crackle of chemistry affects him as it does her, she knows she won’t need to say much else to get him over the wasteland’s threshold.
