[private] such a simple thing

[Vastra]

She’s silent in response to his growls and snarls, believing there is no menace behind them. Her tail flicks behind her lazily as she watches him - not even deigning to pretend she’s focused on anything other than him. Which suits just fine - she can tell he’s not admiring the flowers either as he moves closer. A deep, contented purr radiates from Vastra as she allows herself to be pulled closer and she rubs against him. Her fur against his, taking absolutely no delight whatsoever in the fact that she feels small next to him but some delight in his magnificent shape nonetheless. Her movements, the bright flash of her storm coloured eyes, are full of suggestion, full of desire, intoxicated on this treat and this distraction. She could bury herself in him (or more likely the other way around...) and they could tear each other apart, she thinks. She cannot wait to begin, moving against him until her tail curls against his face and her entire body already feels as though it is on fire. Vastra does not care that they are standing on a boulder, in full view of anyone else in the meadow. For a brief, wild moment, everything else falls away and there is only the intensity of her wish for what must come next. But then her mind gets in the way.  With his scent around her and her body pressed eagerly against his, she thinks of her family - though this has nothing to do with them and she feels no guilt - but chasing that thought is the memory of the golden stallion and how he had been separate from his lion. How he lost time and didn’t remember what happened after he had shifted whether he had enjoyed any of the adventures or not. And she knows this isn’t right. Knows that locked within the lion is the mind of an equine that, though they might have teased and flirted moments ago, cannot possibly consent to what could happen here. She is not lost in this feral, animal mind anymore. She cannot ignore the facts. So Vastra withdraws, leaping from the boulder to put space between them - that playfulness gone and replaced with hardness as she keeps her eyes on him - watchful for his reaction. Will he think it another tease, another game? Or will he easily see this rejection for what it is? v a s t r a

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@[Svedka]