P a n g a e a
'Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
How could one being hold so much power in their simple touch. His gentle caress of her nuzzling along her spine, kisses pressing against her body. Her breath caught with each one as his scent surrounded her, pulled her into this slow fall. Soft words whispered against her body, her hair. Her heart jumped straight into her belly at the husky tone to his voice.
Shebwould be a fool to not admit this need for closeness wasn't a mere desire for just any company. To wrap herself in the essence of his being, and stay for eternity was sp much more primal. Her own muzzle ghosted against his shoulder, his neck, soft nuzzles and the faintest of flutters of her lips against skin. But where he drank her in like the finest wine, Pangaea moved slower as if to memorize every muscular curvature of his form, every stretch of skin. She is held close, and just in this moment, she feels content.
Perhaps that sense of contentment is her own acknowledgement that this didn't need to be a mere stolen moment of stolen desire. As his muzzle trailed up to ear, her forehead returned to the spot against his shoulder where his scent was strongest, and the whisper of her name in that tone made her eyes flutter. But when he spoke again, his voice think with emotions she wanted to chase away from him, she offered a reassuring smile, as his cheek pressed to hers. She nuzzled her face against his before pulling back.
The lack of contact was brief, her forehead gently pressed to his in the symbolism of silent support her people used. "Shhh." She soothed gently, pulling back again to make eye contact with him. "You're right, this isn't the time, the place. But we have plenty of time to figure out what this is. If this is real, or a brief moment of weakness." She agreed, before pulling away from him. But the lack of that could tact is brief, only long enough for her to shift, and this time she makes that first move.
Her body leans into him, her side pressed against his in an innocent touch, a more healthy touch. Not quite a cuddle but a comfortable closeness that allowed him to choose how close he wanted her to be. Her muzzle drops back to the ground, but this time, her muzzle presses gently against his thigh, and this mere contact, innocent and pure, was more than enough for her right now. The tension draining from her with a soft sigh, "Tonight, though, maybe . . . You can just hold me?" Her voice is soft, letting the pace of this be a mutual decision, trust that he would understand the piece offering being presented by the mare that was starting to come to terms that this wasn't a random encounter but a brewing one from the close contact of the their travels together, the getting to know one another. But they had all the time to see where it went.
And where this would lead the day he deemed her healed enough to decide if she really did want to leave. But tonight,, this closeness,, her body cuddled against his, curled slightly into his side, their near same height making the fit more comfortable, less dwarfing, she finds it enough for now. They had all the time to figure out more later on.
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@Gareth
Notes:. <3
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Now draw me close
