Crimson eyes regarded the tiny mare with a bout of concern for naught but a brief moment, but her touch illicited a low rumble from his chest. Where her skin met his felt numb and alive with electric shock all at the same time; it was astoundingly distracting, to be honest. But, somehow, it was as addicting as it was distracting. His neck leaned over her own, head coming to rest at the base of her withers, soft muzzle blowing hot breath onto her skin.
"You're a breath of fresh air compared to any Oasis in Solterra," he remarked idly, tone hushed as he took in her smell. It was oddly intoxicating, and make his nerves prickle. Why? Why did it light his nerves on fire?
Her lips along his chest knocked him out of his trance, and he craned his head to peer back at her. Her breath was warm, but shocked his skin with a blast of cold air. He felt so much warmer than her. And he was.
On a normal day and with any other person, her rattling off of facts would simply make him irate. But instead, it brought a smile to her lips. Even he was surprised by the empathy that seemed to take hold of himself, but she looked and sounded so... innocent, naive to the world's intentions, yet never stupid. The knowledge was so second nature to her - very unlike himself, who had stumbled through all of Solterra for days looking for a single damn plant.
"What, do you not wish to experience the storms and lighting again?" He prodded, grooming lightly along her back - lips pressed gently against her withers as teeth brushed gently across her skin. A forehoof dug into the ground and drug backwards, making a large, dark gash in the ground. The needy impatience bubbled again, and somehow he began to feel antsy.
His head pulled up from her back, and he turned his body alongside hers. Lips found their perch in the same small bit of mane near her ears - the same one he had earlier - and gently tugged at it. "Come," he breathed to her, tone gentle but dominant.
As he spoke, he proceeded a step or two forward, the small bit of mane still firmly resting between his lips... but should he feel any resistance, any slight tug, the usually-not gentle giant would stop and peer curiously back at her, his right side still pressed to her left.
She confused him in all the best ways.
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