
Posted by Sterling on February 28, 2009, 5:35 pm, in reply to "i think i noticed something at least ; sterling" there was a loophole in my
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He hadn’t meant to do that to her. He sees the look on her face and now he wants to run. It breaks him, and his water growls pushing hard against his insides as angst sets through his body. How could he be so selfish to say those things? Sterling’s mouth feels like it’s full of cotton, and watching her steps, he raises his hooves, ready to be the one who runs.
Then he stops, and braces himself.
The relief is a wave that washes over him, riffs of foam and water pour out from his back and tangle through his mane, drips between his eyes and down his neck with the relief, as her body collides with his.
This haste and franticness is contagious, and it makes his flanks shudder as his muzzle pushes against her, and his head sinks into her scorching mane, and then laughs break from his mouth. From the well inside of him, deep laughs, that makes trickles of water fall from his mouth and run down her neck, stick through her mane until the heat washes the away. It’s soft though, and it’s pressed into flesh, because it is her laugh, and he cradles her, pulls her in so tightly, wraps his neck around her, and kisses her with his laughter. It lost with a hiss of steam from them, and through the water and fire, and he replies.
“Never, Hypatia.”
This is the source of his laughter, the idea of leaving her.
“Neverevereverever,”
But at this his water growls, dark and ominous. It spills in gusto from his mouth, but he ignores it, he was not going to leave Hypatia. His lips brush down her withers, and down her sides, he pushes his face against her flank, and his teeth touch at her thigh. Quick light movements, scattered feather kisses, points of triangles and squares to form the shape of Hypatia, like drawing a dot-to-dot, a dot-to-dot that feels like he won’t be able to complete. The haste in his lips stops, as he arches his neck over her rump, and he breathes down her haunches, breathes out a soft never that’s lost with the sounds of the desert, the shifting sands and their beating hearts.
OOC: I love you mina :3 Whilst simultaneously hating you.
d r e a m i n g.
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