YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
She can't blame him for not wanting to be distracted.
Now that they were intertwined so close again, Aela finds she doesn't want to be distracted, either. The problems would be there later: Gale and whatever he had done to Aela, to encourage the Pampas to throw their weight behind Reave and Nerine and strike at one kingdom or keep provoking the smaller territories, that Skandar had seemed to vanish again...
It was easier to focus on this.
"You can kiss wherever you wish," Aela nearly purrs to the dark brute and smiles against his onyx skin as the troubled clouds of his mind start to disperse. She enjoys her skill and it has always fascinated her, the way that she could wind emotions around others and watch them struggle as if they had been caught in a spider's web. The contentment she had pressed into Obscene's skin had smoothed away most of his scales, as well as his worries and Aela felt a sense of pride at the accomplishment. But as she withdraws it, she finds that she enjoys the lust rising between them like the sweltering summer heat in the Pampas. That is something she has never had to manipulate between the two of them; the feeling between them was as honest as his newborns would be come spring.
Her gilded skin shivers under his touch as his mouth grazes against her underbelly and the palomino lets loose a short gasp.
He keeps roaming her curves like the travelers that his Fae kin was once rumored to be. Obscene stills at her hip, seeming to begrudge her reluctance to do anything about Hyaline as Reave had. "He's... powerful." Aela warns breathily and struggles a moment to grasp a steady thought while the dark brute lingered so close. Obviously, Obscene would know that from the memories that she had shown him. "We might be able to use that, somehow." She turns her blazed face to meet his gaze, watching for his reaction. "Or that could backfire and he might tear all of us apart."
Reave said to offer him something, to offer him something that would benefit the shapeshifter that might benefit them as well.
"I... just don't know, yet."
Aela's expression darkens because she isn't accustomed to this feeling; this uncertainty. It was easier to leave Hyaline alone at the moment and focus on the South. To look towards the smaller territories and to think of how they might wake the volcano in Tephra. It makes Obscene's wicked smile all the more welcome and Aela lifts her eyes to meet his blazing ones. The slender mare gives a coy one in return, arching her neck elegantly and letting the familiar warmth flood her veins at his touch.
@Obscene
