[mature] A Promise I'll Keep {Kensa}

[Clayton]

The thick tension to feel each other has passed, leaving behind it emotions he has yet to process. He feels closer to her than anyone, a friend he trusted and whose attraction grew until it could not be tamed.

He brushes against her, careful so his horns would not mark her. Both of them covered in sweat, there pelts a shade darker than moments ago. When there bodies press together it creates a soothing warmth, one that he leans into. She tucks in beneath his chin and he was okay to stay like this for all eternity.

His eyes close as he is in total relaxation with her, he listens when she speaks. Announcing she was glad he was going to stay, and he was too. But when she speaks again his eyes burst open. Is this what you meant to happen when you came to visit?

Her voice pierces his ear like a gunshot wound, did she regret the experience they just shared? Was she not ready for this? Or has thoughts of her captive co-ruler ran through her mind now? W...what!?! No! I...I didn't plan to.. his head pulled away from her as his gaze stares into hers. His heart beats faster, scared that she would avoid him now, had he done something wrong?

He was naive in many ways, and though he had a good talk, he was still very nervous with mares. She prods a joke at him but he was overcome with nerves, he didn't want her to think he used her...his emotions for her ran to deep to do such a heinous crime.

@[Kensa]

[Kensa]

for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

Surprise and confusion flash across her face, and they look like hurt though she quickly realizes the misunderstanding. "Clayton, no." She says, one of her pretty smiles wiping away the worry of seconds before, affectionate. Kensa wants to laugh, but realizes that Clayton may misunderstand and so she instead reaches out nip lightly at the side of his neck. Catching a bit of his mane in her teeth she tugs gently and then lets him go.  Clayton is not accustomed to flirtation, she noticed this that night in the forest when she'd tried to draw him in with teasing touches. "I was only joking."

This said she draws away some, waiting into the long summer grass, letting it brush against her belly and limbs, still a enjoying a lingering afterglow. She looks back at the bay stallion, trying to appear as serious as possible when she says. "It would have been alright if you'd planned to." The a smile flashes across her face again and she trots a broad circle, hoping to lure him close again.

kensa

for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in.

@[Clayton]

[Clayton]

He was not as intelligent in the subject of romance as Kensa seemed to be. Everyone he has tried to swoon denied him, and when Kensa did not his heart ached for her. When she questions his intentions he quickly locked up, unaware of how to answer for the act of loge that he did not plan for.

She quickly realizes the discomfort and tension that was created and attempts to subside it. Clayton, no the words pass her pretty mouth but the tension remains. She gently nips at his neck and with it grabs his mane, she tugs at him before letting him know she was joking.

It seemed almost with the exhale of his breath that his whole body relaxed. The magic word she said that he was thankful for. Oh... is all he can muster up, now she must think he is an idiot!

She speaks again, her face as serious as could be, noting it would have been alright if he did plan it. He looks almost quizzical, but the smile that appears on her maw puts him at ease once again. A smile of his own tugs at his lips, his gaze watches as she prances a circle around him. He reaches out, gently nudges her shoulder, One can't plan for such a perfect night. He says, the words easily flowing from his mouth.

He moves from his spot, prancing the circle beside her, there pelts brushing against each other. He draws to a halt before her, moving until he reaches her back. He brushes his head against her stomach, careful to not poke her with his horns. Slowly he draws his head up to rest on her back Kensa, he says breaking the silence. What will you do now that Amet is ruling beside you? He ponders the question in the air.

@[Kensa]