02-04-2022, 12:47 PM
Lillibet
Lillibet’s desire to keep that playful smirk on Bolder’s handsome moon-marked face overshadows nearly everything else as he lowers his voice conspiratorially again, whispering to her that she’s more than welcome to try. There’s a fleeting moment that the young woman considers reaching her muzzle out to press it against the muscle of his neck or nip playfully at the bulge of his shoulder. But she does not, instead concentrating on a rhythmic inhale and exhale, when all her breath wants to do is catch in her throat at the mere closeness of the mahogany man.
Then there’s the bite of her cheek and, finally, the switch in topic to Pangea. A chance to breathe normally, to cool the intensity she feels coursing through her veins.
Bolder’s answer is dismissive, nearly disinterested, and Lillibet can’t help but to grin as she tries to pull the conversation away from where they’d both like it to stay. The temptation to remain in the midst of their chemistry, floating in the light of their desire, is nearly too strong ─ but there is just something about teasing him, prolonging this feeling, that is just the slightest bit stronger.
The gold-striped woman nearly comments on the existence of Pangea’s caves (and the trouble they could find themselves in within them), but Bolder continues beyond what she had originally anticipated, granting her with a history that, truth be told, does not interest her. Ghaul’s name, though, is familiar, and she lingers on this thought for a brief moment before Bolder’s question brings her back.
His tone brings that coquettish grin back to her supple mouth before she answers with a dismissive shrug of her shoulders, her words whispered against the curve of his cheek..
“I intend to make it mine.”
