G A R E T H
If you asked the stallion to pinpoint when they had stopped moving he wouldn’t have been able to tell you. Pangaea fit to him like she had always been a part of his being, and even his clumsy footwork couldn’t keep her from pushing closer. There was some part of him vaguely aware that their dance had garnered a few open stares, but they only tickled at the back of his hide, less important than the cascade of sparks he felt as she passed her muzzle down the length of his neck to his shoulder. Her words were sweet and soft as she caressed his flesh with a tenderness that consumed him.
Her embrace felt like coming home, her lyrics gospel in a temple he ached to worship. Gareth pulled her close, burying his nares first in the soft plume of her mane, tasting notes of his own earthy scent among her desert flowers and fresh summer rain. He could have spent an eternity here, holding her not in the platonic embrace of friendship, or the professional touch of medicinal courtesy, but in the cradle of lovers. The stallion could have sworn up and down he felt the beat of her heart against his skin and found that his own muscle moved to thrum in sync.
The jaunty tune the musicians had been projecting moved into a slow melody, the space around the bonfire filling with more couples as they took the opportunity to pull each other close under the moonlight. The shock of cold as Pangaea moved away caused a split second of panic, the medic moving to chase the sensation of her skin against his own before he realized she was only moving to look him in the eye.
Her gaze was warm like honey shot through with swirls of mossy green and flecks of bright gold. He could have fallen into them and swam away, to the promised land of eternal summer. Gareth reached for her, soft cream pressing to pebbled hide as he brushed his muzzle to hers. His touch was gentle, hesitant even, as if wondering even now if he might be crossing a line. The stallion’s breathing was low and slow, though his heart was pounding in his ears, and the heat that rose to his features cast a faint reddish glow at his cheeks. He stood there for a long moment, simply wanting to touch her, his amber pools closed to the world around them, focusing on the ethereal tingle where the edges of their beings became one.
“Alright,” he finally whispered, whiskers tickling the skin as he moved to nuzzle her cheek. “For as long as you desire…” The stallion’s touch trailed down the taut muscle of her neck to her shoulder. He caressed her spine, the sensitive skin between her flight appendages, his tones like rolling thunder. “There will be gods who do not live as well as we.” His lips parted and he allowed the edge of his teeth to tease her flesh, a shiver coursing through him as he became drunk on her scent.
Her embrace felt like coming home, her lyrics gospel in a temple he ached to worship. Gareth pulled her close, burying his nares first in the soft plume of her mane, tasting notes of his own earthy scent among her desert flowers and fresh summer rain. He could have spent an eternity here, holding her not in the platonic embrace of friendship, or the professional touch of medicinal courtesy, but in the cradle of lovers. The stallion could have sworn up and down he felt the beat of her heart against his skin and found that his own muscle moved to thrum in sync.
The jaunty tune the musicians had been projecting moved into a slow melody, the space around the bonfire filling with more couples as they took the opportunity to pull each other close under the moonlight. The shock of cold as Pangaea moved away caused a split second of panic, the medic moving to chase the sensation of her skin against his own before he realized she was only moving to look him in the eye.
Her gaze was warm like honey shot through with swirls of mossy green and flecks of bright gold. He could have fallen into them and swam away, to the promised land of eternal summer. Gareth reached for her, soft cream pressing to pebbled hide as he brushed his muzzle to hers. His touch was gentle, hesitant even, as if wondering even now if he might be crossing a line. The stallion’s breathing was low and slow, though his heart was pounding in his ears, and the heat that rose to his features cast a faint reddish glow at his cheeks. He stood there for a long moment, simply wanting to touch her, his amber pools closed to the world around them, focusing on the ethereal tingle where the edges of their beings became one.
“Alright,” he finally whispered, whiskers tickling the skin as he moved to nuzzle her cheek. “For as long as you desire…” The stallion’s touch trailed down the taut muscle of her neck to her shoulder. He caressed her spine, the sensitive skin between her flight appendages, his tones like rolling thunder. “There will be gods who do not live as well as we.” His lips parted and he allowed the edge of his teeth to tease her flesh, a shiver coursing through him as he became drunk on her scent.
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