11-05-2017, 07:25 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
The obsidian and ivory pair groom each other in the fading sunlight. He's lost in her scent, soaking it in as his blunt teeth move from her spine and then back to her withers, pausing momentarily when her touch grows more fervent. Dahmer responds in kind, his muzzle pressing to her sleek hide and preening her feathers with careful sensuality. There is something about Ellyse that continues to draw him back to her ─ their courtship had not been fiery and passionate. It had not lead him into the arms of infatuation, or had it made him feel crazy with jealousy. It had made him feel safe. Comforted.
And now it feels like home.
The champagne mare's muzzle dips lower and presses tantalizingly to the curve of his muscled hip and Dahmer responds with a throaty chuckle, his blue eyes closing slowly to indulge in her caress. She doesn't linger long, though, and instead curls herself around him without reservation. The black thoroughbred looks over his shoulder at her with guile, dying to know what thoughts are coursing through her head at this very moment that had fueled her outright affections.
Her head presses gently to his shoulder when she finally comes along his side and he leans gently into the champagne mare, his own turquoise eyes gazing out over the raucous ocean. After a time, her voice breaks their silence in the most welcoming of ways and he responds with more quiet laughter. "Of course I remember," he whispers as her muzzle comes up to caress his jaw. Dahmer tilts his head into the touch as she falls silent again. He waits to speak, not wanting to break whatever spell has opened up Ellyse's private thoughts this evening.
Foolish me.
He turns his dark head to regard her curiously, though her own hazel eyes (the ones that their son inherited) do not meet his blue ones as she confesses her feelings. Dahmer's face softens and for the first time since their abductions, he does not think of Carnage or his lair. His breath catches and he holds it for fear that if he exhales he will miss what she has to say, and when she does finally whisper against his jaw,
he is thankful that her words are not lost in the roar of the ocean.
"I know," he whispers back, his voice rife with emotion, "And I hope you know..." he pivots his body away from her so that they are again nose to nose. He moves his touch to her cheek, her neck, the hollow of her chest, "that you will never be alone again." No matter who she may love, wherever she may go... he will be here. For friendship, for more... Dahmer is committed to her. And he begins to show it by moving his heated touch by her shoulder and to her curved flank, where he allows it to rest and nibble before hinting further south.
And now it feels like home.
The champagne mare's muzzle dips lower and presses tantalizingly to the curve of his muscled hip and Dahmer responds with a throaty chuckle, his blue eyes closing slowly to indulge in her caress. She doesn't linger long, though, and instead curls herself around him without reservation. The black thoroughbred looks over his shoulder at her with guile, dying to know what thoughts are coursing through her head at this very moment that had fueled her outright affections.
Her head presses gently to his shoulder when she finally comes along his side and he leans gently into the champagne mare, his own turquoise eyes gazing out over the raucous ocean. After a time, her voice breaks their silence in the most welcoming of ways and he responds with more quiet laughter. "Of course I remember," he whispers as her muzzle comes up to caress his jaw. Dahmer tilts his head into the touch as she falls silent again. He waits to speak, not wanting to break whatever spell has opened up Ellyse's private thoughts this evening.
Foolish me.
He turns his dark head to regard her curiously, though her own hazel eyes (the ones that their son inherited) do not meet his blue ones as she confesses her feelings. Dahmer's face softens and for the first time since their abductions, he does not think of Carnage or his lair. His breath catches and he holds it for fear that if he exhales he will miss what she has to say, and when she does finally whisper against his jaw,
he is thankful that her words are not lost in the roar of the ocean.
"I know," he whispers back, his voice rife with emotion, "And I hope you know..." he pivots his body away from her so that they are again nose to nose. He moves his touch to her cheek, her neck, the hollow of her chest, "that you will never be alone again." No matter who she may love, wherever she may go... he will be here. For friendship, for more... Dahmer is committed to her. And he begins to show it by moving his heated touch by her shoulder and to her curved flank, where he allows it to rest and nibble before hinting further south.
Dahmer
@[Ellyse]