[ His speech stops and actions take over, and so, she follows his direction. His name--both current and ancient--slip from her lips from time to time. Yet, conversations and long explanations seemingly no longer exist. Why should they? The pair have known one another for ages in many different lives. If they must relearn how to pleasure one another? It most certainly will not take long.
Clothes are shed, they shift as they continue to indulge. All that has ever truly mattered to her in this life is him, and thus filling her senses with him is far from difficult. She is only here because he wished to live another mortal life with the hopes of being with her. Nothing else matters to her than moments where everything is stripped away other than them.
Time catches up to them in the way of fatigue. At one point or another she moved to be atop of him, and that is where she drifted off to sleep, listening to his steady heartbeat. Her head rests on his chest with her dark hair down to frame her body along his. She does not dream, and instead, simply falls into a deeper content sleep against him.
The sun rays find their ways into the room through partings on the curtains. Her ear twitches at the feeling of warmth across the fur. A warm temperature for the winter day is promised, but, Lantaa simply seems to melt more into the hold of the man she has known for so very long.
Another sense stirs her to be awake. Perhaps it is the awareness that he is already awake, or the fact his gentle protective gaze is on her. It could even very well be his caresses. Whichever the case might be, Lantaa's eyes open slowly then shut. She shifts slightly, pulling herself up to her hands and knees. Then, she shifts backwards to stretch her back, then forwards to stretch it in another way. Her tail straightens below the sheets as well. Once she feels the stiffness removed? Lantaa returns to laying down atop and curls her tail at their sides to embrace him as well.
She sets her chin on his chest so she might look evenly into his sky blue eyes. The ones that make her heart skip a beat and seem to convey so much more emotion than the rest of him. She loves him so very much. ]
morning. }
[ His speech stops and actions take over, and so, she follows his direction. His name--both current and ancient--slip from her lips from time to time. Yet, conversations and long explanations seemingly no longer exist. Why should they? The pair have known one another for ages in many different lives. If they must relearn how to pleasure one another? It most certainly will not take long.
Clothes are shed, they shift as they continue to indulge. All that has ever truly mattered to her in this life is him, and thus filling her senses with him is far from difficult. She is only here because he wished to live another mortal life with the hopes of being with her. Nothing else matters to her than moments where everything is stripped away other than them.
Time catches up to them in the way of fatigue. At one point or another she moved to be atop of him, and that is where she drifted off to sleep, listening to his steady heartbeat. Her head rests on his chest with her dark hair down to frame her body along his. She does not dream, and instead, simply falls into a deeper content sleep against him.
The sun rays find their ways into the room through partings on the curtains. Her ear twitches at the feeling of warmth across the fur. A warm temperature for the winter day is promised, but, Lantaa simply seems to melt more into the hold of the man she has known for so very long.
Another sense stirs her to be awake. Perhaps it is the awareness that he is already awake, or the fact his gentle protective gaze is on her. It could even very well be his caresses. Whichever the case might be, Lantaa's eyes open slowly then shut. She shifts slightly, pulling herself up to her hands and knees. Then, she shifts backwards to stretch her back, then forwards to stretch it in another way. Her tail straightens below the sheets as well. Once she feels the stiffness removed? Lantaa returns to laying down atop and curls her tail at their sides to embrace him as well.
She sets her chin on his chest so she might look evenly into his sky blue eyes. The ones that make her heart skip a beat and seem to convey so much more emotion than the rest of him. She loves him so very much. ]
Good morning, my knight.