12-20-2015, 08:36 AM
They are sheltered - shut off from the world around them; he hears only her, sees only her, and forgets that there is an entire world humming and buzzing around them, busy and full with life but his life stands beside him on four pink-pointed legs, smiling. He drinks her smile in like someone thirsting for water after so many days without it. Mandan never wants to see her without that smile, the kind that only (selfish!) he knows he can bring to her lips.
She shivers beneath the scrape of his teeth; hops at his playful nip and when his eyes meet hers’, he can see the mischief that darkens them. That same mischief crowds the chilly air around them and makes him stick close to her in their play. Her lips grasp his ear gently before delivering an equally teasing nip and she has spun away from him, dancing away on her light quick feet. All he can do is stand there dumbly and stare at her - she is so beautiful! Her dreamy tone pulls at his ears but the wistful note in her voice catches at his heart.
He looks long and hard at her as she comes back to him, nose to wither and their chests touching until their heartbeats sound as one. Only then does he answer her around nibbling mouthfuls of her skin, “Why can't we?” To him it is simple - they are happy here, like this, what else is necessary? He lacks the drive to start a herd, knows it is in him but not what he wants - he is committed entirely to her, his devotion hot and burning, a brand that is her name, her every look. Nothing can compare to these hours they spend together.
Mandan, usually so fearless, is afraid to ask if there is someone or something else. He feels like they are on the brink of a discovery they don't want to make because it will destroy this perfect moment.