Maybe Valek should be overwhelmed or flounder a bit more, but he has always been an unusually steadfast, brave creature.
He plays with her, and her laugh is sweet and girlish. Valek has heard it before and his crooked grin is irrepressible. Dawn is not so reserved here, alone, with him. There is something so fulfilling in that, in seeing happier version of her that feels like it is just for him.
When she touches him in return he does not shy, meets her eyes with his own which have gone incrementally darker. In his inexperience he is not sure of what she wants from him but instinct guides him in reaching out again to touch her face. Just a tender sweep along her jawline, he hates to think of her struggling, this beautiful woman he has worshipped as long as he can remember. It is more than that though, and his body postures of its own free will, tension and electricity reaching into is muscles so that he appears even larger. His blood is on fire and she is only looking at him and telling him he has done well bringing her here. “You can come here any time, I will keep it for you.”
Valek can hear the tightening in her voice as she runs out of words and it makes him ache. She wants him to move close to her in turn and he does, letting his lips drift down the side of her beautiful face. Her skin is warm and soft and his is on fire.
The young stallion is quiet, listening carefully to her voice, wanting to know what else he has helped her feel but she doesn’t say. So he lets his lips find the corner of her mouth where it hovers above the water, but there are no words there. Less still when he kisses her.
It is a brief and tender touch and when Valek pulls back it is only by centimeters. His face parallel to hers. “Dawn.” A strained whisper that does not tremor with apology. He is not sorry. Valek cannot forget she is his Queen, but more than that, that she is the ideal of his young and inexperienced heart.If she does not try to escape him he reaches out, brushing her neck beneath the fall of her flaxen mane and pulling her close to his broad chest, water the only minute boundary between them. “Just tell me this is okay.” His golden lips whisper once more, painfully low. The scent and feel of her is enough, some feral part of his mind says it is more than enough...but Valek needs her to say that at least for today he is what she wants.
As if just today would be enough.
@[Dawn] i love my stupid little boy
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